#buzzing all over istg

[tired-biscuit]

biscuit.... the fic took over... they havent even fucked yet :')

dhajdhshud 2.3k and no sexy time yet????? YES OMFG A LONG KIBA FIC, ILYILYILY I CAN'T WAIT TO READ IT WHEN U DECIDE TO POST IT

[whatevertheywant]

This long ass shift and the assistant manager not holding up her end of this is about to be my villain origin story

[rosylix]

petal

붉게 물든 장미, 꽃잎을 입술에 깨물고 𓇢

practicing with felix gets a little more.. intense than last time

pairing: bff!felix × gn!reader

wc: 4.4k

content: sequel to rosy (pls read first)! the same kinda stuff.. shy/inexperienced reader, hickeys!!, dry humping for literally 1 second, borderline smut istg, TENSIONNN, fluff, a little angst? (sorry)

a/n: tysm for the overwhelming love for rosy! i never imagined it would get as much attention as it did 🩷 i rewrote this a lot and i feel like it wont live up to expectations but ahh whatever. kinda gets straight into it so be warned lol

[also read on ao3]

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

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You don't know how you got reeled into this situation again.

He was joking. You're sure he was joking. So why the fuck are you sitting here, on Felix's lap, sucking on his neck again? Again!?

You were bored. He had suggested practicing again. Because, why not? The marks you gave him before are fading, and he “wanted to test something.” Plus, you need practice, and it's just fun, right? Wrong. You feel like you're dying. Every sound Felix makes is making you feel as if you're burning from the inside out.

You should stop. You should stop now. This feels weird, even if it's just practicing, it's too... What are you even doing? One time would've been enough, right? Why did he suggest this? What is any of this serving to do? 

You should stop. But god, it's not easy when he's so reactive. It seems as if any restraint he had last time is slipping now. You try to ignore how your heart flutters every time his shaky breaths stutter or when he squeezes you ever so gently when you suck a little rougher, making new marks over the faded ones. You feel dizzy but you can’t stop. 

“Mmh..” Felix gasps as you bite down a little harder than you'd intended. “A-Are you practicing being more rough too? Ahh…” You feel his hands on your waist slowly pull you a little closer to him from your perch on his lower thighs as he tilts his head back, letting out a soft groan. 

The sound is doing something unholy to your mind. It makes you crazy. It's like it shoots straight to your gut and makes you feel like you’re buzzing all over with excitement and a need for more. But you force yourself to lean back slightly. “U-Um, is it too much..?”

He shakes his head. “You’re.. you’re, uh—” His voice wavers and he clears his throat. “You’re doing really good.” And then he’s gently guiding you back to where you left off, baring his neck to you again.

“Try here, too…” he mumbles while tapping the underside of his jaw. “Please…”

With your brain so far beyond functional at this point, you do as he asks without second-guessing it. You're starting to think this is actually a pretty good arrangement. The more you do it… the more.. used to it you get. Right? Like exposure therapy or something. Yeah, this is fine.

You lean in to where he pointed to. Oh, the angle is definitely more difficult here. The first few attempts are messy, and it's a little embarrassing how you're suddenly back to being clumsy and unsure of yourself. 

But Felix doesn't seem to mind at all; his head falls back again in a rush, fingers digging into your waist again, but you're too focused on the way his pulse is fluttering under your lips to really notice. Little gasps and moans escape him as you start sucking, and he tilts his head back further, giving you better access. You’re so hyper aware of every small movement; the way his skin twitches under your mouth, the way his fingers press into you when you bite down a little too hard… You're beginning to lose your mind.

You're not even thinking anymore, you just want to see how far you can take this. How much more you can make him react. You bite down a little harder and he lets out a strangled moan followed by your name. “God... why... why are you..” He's panting now.

You start to lift your head up but he presses your head back down. “No, don't stop,” he mumbles.

Is this normal for Felix? Doing this kind of thing with people… You never really talk about this stuff with him. The topic of hickeys only came up last time because he noticed some sort of bug bite on your shoulder and, “thought you were finally getting some action” (You wanted to punch him). You didn't even really know how hickeys work, and that's when he so generously showed you. So nonchalantly, like it was nothing.

And here you are again, after he brought it up like it was nothing. Like this is all just casual, normal.

Really, when you think about it, of course it's normal for him. With his pretty face and bright personality how could he not have people all over him, right? You guys are close, but you never talk about like… hookups or anything like that. Well, it's certainly obvious enough that you're a blushing virgin, so it's not as if you have anything to talk about. You never really gave a second thought to his potential… sexual endeavors… But you are now.

How many other people does he let kiss him like this? Does he make these pretty sounds with other people too? Does he let them do more? Fuck. Fuck. You can't stop thinking about it. 

Your mouth is still on his jaw, and his hands slip into your hair, pulling you out of your thoughts. “God…” he breathes. You suck a little harsher. “F-Fuuuck…” His fingers tighten in your hair for an instant as he lets out a strained groan.

He sounds so... hot, and god, his fingers in your hair feel amazing. Without realizing it, you start moving a little, trying to get closer to him, wanting more. He immediately grabs your waist again and helps pull you higher up his lap until your hips are pretty much resting on top of his. Oh. This is new. This position feels a little… You can't even think. Maybe if you were in a more sane state of mind you would have some objection to this, but as it is, you just can't care.

Plus, it's way easier to reach Felix's neck from the new angle, so any complaints die in your throat and you sink your teeth even harder into him, pressing down and sucking. He lets out a low groan, suddenly turning into a whine as he squeezes your waist harder, pulling you in flush, so close to him you’re practically pressed chest to chest with him. It makes your head spin. Everything is spinning. 

It's so good. Like… this feels way too good to be normal. You feel high off of his reactions alone. You never really understood the appeal of… this before, but now you can't think of anything else. You feel his breath shudder under your mouth and it's like a switch flips. Your brain is gone, replaced by an overwhelming lust for more. 

It doesn't help when Felix starts shifting underneath you. He's panting, his hips moving in tiny circles, seemingly unconsciously. His eyes are closed, and you can hear every shallow gasp, every shaky exhale that escapes his lips.

His lips. His lips that are pink and swollen from his own biting. His lips that were on your arm not even a week ago. That you want to touch. Wait… what? What the hell? You can't stop thinking about if the roles were reversed right now. What that would feel like.

You can no longer help the little whine that comes out of your mouth. You swear your body is on fire and you don't even know what you're doing when you grind down instinctively against him, craving friction or some kind of release. His breath catches in his throat and his hands quickly grip your waist, pulling you flush to him, and he suddenly lets out a low moan, hips bucking up into yours, and it feels so fucking good but what—

What.

The fuck.

You’re so shocked by both your and his sudden actions that you pull away, lips leaving his skin with a small pop. 

Oh.

The sight in front of you is insane. Felix looks wrecked. His head is thrown back, blush high on his cheeks and his lips parted. After a few seconds his eyes flutter open, locking with yours. There's a dazed look in his eyes and he blinks slowly, as if he's waking up from a trance. For a few moments, neither of you say anything, you simply stare at each other in the quiet room, the only sounds being your labored breaths.

The longer you look at each other, the more his expression becomes panicked, his eyes widening as he seems to realize what just happened. “Shit. I— sorry, I—” His fingers keep gripping into your waist sporadically, seemingly out of instinct, before he abruptly jerks his hands away, as if burned. “I-I’m so sorry, I didn't— I don't know why I— s-sorry.” He’s mumbling a string of apologies, frantically pushing you off of him as he stutters.

Everything is moving in slow motion. You don't know what to do. Felix’s head falls into his hands as soon as you’re off of him, covering his face (You don't dare look lower than that). He sucks in a few deep breaths, as if he’s trying to steady himself. Maybe if your freaking brain would turn on you could say something. He's sorry. The room is spinning again.

His eyes flick up to yours briefly. “Uh… haha.” He laughs nervously. He pushes some of the hair out of his face, his cheeks are pink. “Uhhhh, w-wow okay. I think… I think you got it now. You're um— really a natural huh?”

What? You're too stunned to react. What are you supposed to say to that? You're not even sure what happened anymore. Why did he react that way? Why did you react that way? How hasn't the world imploded on itself yet? How are you still breathing?

He stares at you for a bit longer before suddenly turning his head away and burying it into his hands again. “Ugh, this is so embarrassing, I…” His voice is quiet. “I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” 

“N-No, I… I just…” You try to talk but your throat is stuck. You aren’t really sure what exactly you're feeling. Confused? Flustered? Embarrassed? All of the above? Your head is pounding and your brain won’t function, thoughts swirling around and making you dizzy. But mostly, you feel really, really hot. Too hot. You can hardly breathe from how stifling the air is right now.

It suddenly hits you. Oh my god. You and Felix almost just… that was way too intimate. Intense. Insane. And you… why did you kind of like it? Sure, it was practice but it felt good. What the actual hell is wrong with you? Felix was being nice letting you practice on him and you… got way too carried away.

There's a part of you that's still reeling at how you got that kind of reaction from him but you push it down. You need to relax. Holy shit. Breathe.

“A-Are you okay..?” you finally choke out. 

He still won’t look at you. “I'm fine,” he mumbles from behind his hands. “Should be asking you that instead.” Silence hangs between the two of you before he sighs. “I wasn't trying to do anything. I— I don't want you to think I…” He lowers his hands and angles his head towards you. There’s a strange, conflicted look on his face. “Are you… upset?”

…Huh? Something in your expression must make him more nervous because he cringes and scrambles to explain himself. “I… Y-You’re just not really saying anything, I mean… uh…” he stutters.

You haven't even realized you've been holding your breath until your lungs start to ache. Oh. You force your stupid brain and mouth to cooperate. “N-No I'm not upset.” And you're not. Just really freaking confused. “Um, I… I don't think you were… trying to.. do anything. It's okay.”

Felix sighs in relief. “Okay. Yeah, it was just a reaction. I don't see you like that. Obviously.”

Oh. Okay. You don't know why those words sting a bit. He doesn't feel anything about this. He's just worried that you might be uncomfortable. Right. You knew that already. Of course. But why does it kinda hurt? 

You try to ignore the way your chest pangs uncomfortably. “Yeah… same….” Obviously.

“...Yeah.” He looks at you with a pinched expression for a moment. It’s gone quickly though and he laughs a little. “You look like a mess.”

Your hand darts up to your face, feeling it heat up. You’re sure your cheeks must be flushed red, your hair wild and tousled. Not to mention your lips. They feel so swollen right now. You run your tongue across them self consciously.

“Shut up… You look worse,” you grumble, trying to sound normal and most definitely failing. He lets out another breathless laugh at your reply.

“Yeah, I feel like a mess.” He seems to finally loosen up a bit and he exhales before he straightens up, clearing his throat. “Maybe let's not… do this anymore—? I mean—” he runs a hand through his hair. “Since… that… I think you got it now. Haha.. We can just… forget this happened… if you want?”

Forget this? You're not sure that's possible. You kind of want to throw up at how easily he's brushing this off. Like it's nothing. You have to remind yourself it is nothing to him. You should feel relieved but for some reason it's pissing you off.

You just sigh. “Uh, yeah, okay. Sorry.”

“No, you didn't do anything wrong. I mean, I—” He huffs in frustration and glances up at the ceiling, as if searching for words. “I— just… you’re sure you’re not upset, right? You're okay?”

You nod.

“Okay…” he breathes. “Sorry again if… I made you uncomfortable. I didn't—” He inhales shakily, letting out a short sigh before offering a sheepish smile. “I mean, yeah, we're cool, right? Are we… are we cool?”

Your heart hurts. Yeah, you’re totally cool. Everything's cool. You just want your Felix back. “...Yeah. Of course.”

He exhales, shoulders visibly relaxing. “Awesome. Uh. Good. Okay.” A beat of silence passes through the room. Your heart is still stuttering from how flushed he is, his neck littered with marks that you sucked onto his skin. You did that. And he liked it so much that he…

“W-Well!” he exclaims as he claps his hands together. He looks back at you, and like a switch flipped, he's back to his usual cheerful self again. “I think we both learned a lot from that. For example,” he raises a finger as if to make a point. “You have a talent for it, for sure. You were literally so good.” He laughs and the sudden nonchalance of this all but sends you reeling. “..And I guess my neck is like, way more sensitive than I realized. That's crazy. But like, you’re, you know, you did really well. You’re gonna have people alllll over you in no time.” 

You can hardly pay attention as he's rambling, eyes still fixed on the marks on his neck. Your mind starts going crazy, the memory of the way he looked just a few minutes ago—eyes squeezed shut, body trembling, head thrown back and his pretty, pretty voice making those soft sounds, gasping your name—it’s burned into your mind so vividly. How can you ever look at him normally again?

But you have to. You have to. Holy shit, get a grip. Just pretend it's nothing. Easy.

..Apparently not so easy since his eyes flicker back over to you and he seems to notice the way your eyes keep darting between his neck and his face. 

“U-Um, I gotta hide these,” he says with a nervous chuckle, quickly lifting a hand to touch his neck self consciously. “Do I even wanna see what I look like right now..?”

Oh, god. “..No.”

He laughs a little. “That bad? Well, now I definitely need to see.”

Felix pulls out his phone and angles the camera towards himself. His eyes immediately go wide. “Holy shit,” he murmurs as he brings his phone up a little closer to his neck, face turning slightly pink as he stares at himself. He winces when he brings his fingers up to touch the quickly darkening marks. “This is.. probably gonna be a pain to cover up.”

Your face is in your hands at this point, mortified. You groan and mumble some sort of incomprehensible apology. 

“Hey, don't worry about it,” he says. “Well, I look a bit like I got attacked by a feral vampire. You're brutal. But, hey! Maybe I can request your services again for Halloween.”

Oh my god. “Please shut up,” you mumble.

He chuckles. “C'mon, I'm just kidding. Look at me.” he pokes your hands until you huff, lifting your head up to look at him. 

The sight of him sends a burning guilt right to your stomach because your eyes automatically go straight to his neck before shooting back up to his face. He's still flushed a little pink, messy hair, dark marks on his neck… in a word, hot. But you'd never actually admit to that.

His expression softens when he sees your face. “Hey… c'mon, I can tell you're overthinking it,” he sighs and pokes your forehead a couple times. “Don't be embarrassed. It's seriously fine. I'm the one who should feel bad if anything since I… y'know.” He swallows, eyes flickering away. “You're sure you're okay?”

“I'm fine,” you mutter. Stop asking. 

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Okay. Well, I'm good if you're good.” His face is drawn as if he wants to say something more, but he just sighs, dropping his phone in his lap before grinning at you. “Honestly, they're cool. I look pretty hot like this, don't I?”

He has the biggest smirk on his face, and you’re tempted to smack it off him just a little. You scoff and try not to think about the fact that he just voiced your exact thoughts. “You wish.”

Felix laughs. “Hey, this is your own doing! You don't think it looks hot?”

“No!” You really do hit his arm this time, making him laugh again and hold his arms up in defense. “You look stupid. You better cover them,” you say indignantly, even though your eyes keep flitting back to his neck, unable to look away.

His eyes seem to drift down to your neck for a second too, lingering for a moment, but what could he be looking at? It's not as if your neck is a sight to see. You swear his expression changes for a second before he gives you a teasing smile.

“I should make you pay for all the concealer I'm going through.”

You look at him pointedly. “As if this is my fault? You literally asked me to do this again!”

He scratches his neck. “Ah… Yeah I did, didn't I…?”

You huff. “Yeah..” Why did you do that? You almost want to ask, but no. Just try to go back to normal. 

He smiles sheepishly and shrugs. “Yeah, sorry. Well, it was… nevermind. I'm an idiot.”

You nod. That much is true.

It's silent for a moment. “Well, we're doing a pretty bad job of forgetting about it,” he says, smiling nervously. “Nothing happened today. Right?”

You swallow. “Right. Sure.” It takes all your focus to not glance at his neck again as you say that.

“Cool. Alright.” Then he suddenly jumps up. “I know. We should play video games!” he exclaims cheerily.

He stands up beside the bed and ruffles your hair, grinning. “Come on, I'll even let you choose the game this time and still kick your ass!”

You roll your eyes and attempt to fix your messed up hair. “Riiight. Bold claims from Mr. Twelve Year Bronze Streak over here.”

He gasps. “Take that back right now.”

“Oh, you're right. It's actually kinda impressive how you don't have a negative win rate by now,” you can't help the grin that takes over your face.

“Dude. At least I have a win rate. What's yours again? Oh yeah, you only play games like Mario Kart—”

“And I destroy you every time, so..”

“There's no skill in that game! It's literally just luck!” Felix protests, pouting adorably as he crosses his arms. 

“Uh, I literally beat you even with items turned off,” you point out, giggling. “You take terrible lines. That's a skill issue.”

“Whatever. Mario Kart isn't even a real game. I mean, like— you know what I mean,” he grumbles.

“You're just mad ‘cause you suck,” you sing-song.

“I do not suck!”

“You totally do. You’re a sore loser about it too. Remember that time—”

“Enough!” he exclaims, trying to look outraged but you can tell he’s holding back a laugh. Suddenly he springs into motion, climbing back onto the bed. “Say I'm better at video games,” he says, poking you all over, your ribs and neck, tickling you.

You start shoving his shoulder in protest but only succeed in falling back against the bed as he sits, grinning down at you. “Ah— S-Stop! Get off!”

“Say it,” he repeats, grinning like he's won and pushing your shoulders back into the bed so you can't escape.

Normally, you'd hold your ground but your brain dies a little bit at the sight of him above you, hair falling into his face, practically pinning you down. He doesn't even seem to realize the position. Probably because this is normal, and you're the only one still feeling lingering weirdness. God.

“Fine! You’re— better,” you say quickly, eyes darting between his eyes and neck, suddenly remembering everything that happened just prior. You weren't able to forget about it for more than a minute. Great. “At fighting games, at least,” you amend petulantly.

He smiles victoriously. “I'll take it.” He lets up a bit, shifting his weight off you, but he’s still sitting right over you, keeping you pinned between his legs. “Was that so hard?”

“Yes,” you huff, face warming for some godforsaken reason. 

“Really?” He pokes your cheek a couple times and grins widely, watching as you immediately push his hand away. “I won. You said it. You surrendered and acknowledged my supremacy as a gamer. No take backs. I'm the best,” he declares, poking your cheek again.

“Yeah, yeah,” you say as you shove him again, face still burning. “Let me up.”

He laughs, but for some reason, he still shows no intention of moving. Rather, he seems to be having a lot of fun keeping you trapped here. 

You’ve found yourself in this situation countless times before so you don’t know why you’re suddenly finding it difficult to remember how to breathe. His eyes dart all over your face before resting somewhere just below your face. They stay locked there.

You swear time stands still for a second as he stares. It’s almost weird how intently he’s staring. What the hell is he looking at? Your neck? Why?

There's a strange expression on his face that you've never seen before. The normal playfulness is gone. He stares at your neck intently, as if he's studying every inch of it. 

You feel your breath hitch in your throat and you swallow. “What are you looking at..?”

“Nothing…” he murmurs, eyes still locked somewhere on your neck. You swear you feel his fingers flex where they're sitting on your shoulders.

The silence stretches awkwardly and he still doesn’t move. Something about the way he's looking at you now… it has your heart beating harder, chest thumping at an irregular pace and your stomach doing backflips. Is this payback for you staring at his neck so much? But there's literally nothing to see on yours. And he's staring so seriously.

“Um— Felix,” you mumble.

That seems to snap him out of his trance. He blinks before quickly glancing up at you, eyes wide, then suddenly pulling back like he wasn't expecting to find you staring right at him.  “Oh, uh…”

He pushes himself up until he's fully off of you and extends a hand to you. You blink at it for a second before realizing he wants you to take it. You let him pull you up into a sitting position, trying to keep your heart rate under control.

“Sorry… I—” He laughs. “I zoned out for a bit there I think.”

He scratches the back of his neck, looking a little sheepish. You just nod in response, heart still fluttering in your chest. That was… strange. But okay. You're not gonna think too hard about it. 

“Anyway…” he finally says, breaking the silence. “Uh, let's go play!” You blink in confusion for a moment before he stands up and reaches over to pull you off the bed. He takes your hand in his and tugs you toward the gaming setup.

You sit next to him and he hands you a controller, his legs crossed underneath him. “Alright. Since you recognized me as the king of gaming—rightfully, may I add…” He grins at you. “I'm gonna kick your ass in Mario Kart.”

You give him an exasperated look. “You say that every time but I keep beating you.”

“Silence! The king hath spoken. And so it shall be.”

You roll your eyes and settle in next to him as he starts up the game, trying to ignore the way his knee brushes against yours. He’s so close. But it's normal. It's fine.

“Try not to cry when I obliterate you, Your Majesty.”

He sticks his tongue out playfully, seemingly back to his usual self. "Just you wait. You're going down. Say goodbye to your winning streak.”

Really, it’s not your fault you can't focus on the screen. It's not your fault that your face is warm, your head feels fuzzy, and you're all too aware of how close he is. It's not your fault you keep finding yourself stealing glances at him: his arms, his throat, his tongue that's sticking out in a pout as he concentrates. Oh, and he smells nice too. It’s really freaking distracting. And so not fair at all.

You would have floored him otherwise. You're sure of it. But when Felix raises his arms celebrating a victory that should've been yours if you could concentrate on a single thing besides him for two seconds, you can only mourn your winning streak for so long before you have to face it:

You're so screwed.

—

a/n: i just wanna play mk with felix. is that too much to ask

these idiots. if they just kiss everything will be fine bro. sorry if this wasn't what you were expecting/hoping for ahh i struggled a lot with this and decided the plot flows best split into 3 parts. so i do have plans for a final part which will resolve everything if yall are still interested in this story haha

feedback good or bad is always appreciated! thank you sm for reading!!

part 3

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

istg i check your blog religiously 😭 can i request ghost x reader that is rlly insecure of how she looks and bc shes so shy, so she never expected to be in a relationship bc she doesn't believe she ever rlly deserved that, and thinks that ghost will leave her eventually, so when he finds out he comforts her. so like angst to fluff

—Nervous Eyes

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╰┈➤ ❝ [No one understands how you two get along - not when you're so different. It makes you second-guess yourself. He notices.] ❞

You sit at the bar and turn around your glass of Bourbon, the amber liquid sitting at the bottom as you blink at your reflection with slow eyes. It was late, but you were far from drunk—not even a light buzz was addling your brain with honied thoughts or actions. No, there would be none of that tonight. 

Not when the woman was still hanging off Simon’s arm like a bad rash. 

She was pretty, you admitted; beautiful, even. A sort of natural confidence and the looks to pair—ones that most people would go under a knife for without a second thought. Swallowing down saliva and not the alcohol, you tighten your lips and shove down the feeling in your throat. You shouldn’t be acting like this; you had no reason to. 

There was no doubt in Simon’s loyalty or intentions, but your insecurities still lingered. He’d tried to shove the lady off of him as soon as she’d showed up—growling a ‘piss off’ and a flash of his dark brown gaze. Anyone without a death wish would have darted away immediately; maybe fled the country to be safe. She’d instead taken up the seat next to him and was talking up a storm as his fingers tightened over the tabletop. 

Breathing out slowly, you try not to look at her, generally placid nature a large factor in your hesitation to come out to this place at all. 

Simon was…a lot, you knew. 

Big, scary; all around intimidating with his balaclava, hoodie, and jacket atop. Black gloves—he screamed serial killer except for the fact of his dog tags that clinked with every swivel of his head to you. 

But the allure to his character was what charmed a lot of people, especially in bars when the drinks started to do the talking.

Sometimes you wonder if it was only a matter of time before he found someone better. Better suited to his… demeanor.

Simon’s fingers tapped the table twice to try and get your attention, side-eyeing you with a blank expression of annoyance at the lady’s constant prattle in his ear. 

The woman loudly continues to talk about her ex-husband not a foot away from his face, trying to get into his pants unabashedly. Rage simmers deeply in his chest, but he won’t cause a scene—he can’t leave either. Not without you, and right now, you’re not even glancing at him. 

When you don’t look up at his tapping, a strange emotion sitting on your normally smiling and bright flesh, Simon goes stiff. His shoulders tighten as he stares; attention entirely on you at all times. He sees your sigh, your intentful staring at your reflection with the occasional darting to the woman’s pristine features. 

It puts something into immediate focus, and the Brit’s eyes go to slits. 

Just as you decide it would be better for you to be drunk, staring to bring your glass to your lips, Simon snaps out at your side.

“Bloody slag,” the bar pauses at the monotone but subsequently harsh words yet quickly picks back up again. “Would you fuckin’ shut your mouth? Bastard’s runnin’ more than your damn husband did.” You choke on your drink, pulling back to cough into your arm violently with a sputtering inhale.

While you catch your breath, wide-eyed staring from over your elbow, the woman gapes and blinks like a deer that had been shot through the ribcage; gasping out stuttered questions.

Simon, in a wave of deep anger, takes out his wallet and slams bills to the bartop, sliding off his stool before gliding past you—taking the meat of your arm and pulling you along. Gently, only the slightest pressure to make sure you don’t stumble as your feet meet the floor. 

In your stupor, you follow after quickly, allowing him to drop his grip. 

“S-Simon, what are you—?” When you’re outside, you’re instantaneously corralled down the side of the bar, latched onto, and lifted easily so you’re over one of the man’s shoulders. You yelp, your face burning like fire as your voice goes high-pitched. “Simon!” 

“Seen the way you’ve been lookin’ at yourself,” He grunts out, gritting his teeth as your hands dig into his spine for stability. But he knew just the right amount of force to keep you from falling. “What…? You think I’d give that old broad a good shag? Throw away the prize that I’ve got right in front of me?” 

A harsh scoff echoes out, and seconds later you’re plopped down onto the top of a stack of pallets, hands slapping beside your hips and a clothed face millimeters from your own. You suck in a gasp and stare, entranced by how the lights burst inside of Simon’s pupils as he towers over you, a wall of muscle and will.

“I-I didn’t…I don’t,” you stutter, mouth opening and closing. “I’m not…”

His eyes narrow, scrutinizing you down to your marrow. “Not what, then? Say it.”

There’s no getting out of this.

“Simon,” you see his lips thin through his mask and you sigh, looking away instantly from the shame that courses your bloodstream. To force the words out was a physical pain to you, a dent in your lifespan. Your skin burns and the sting of embarrassment comes into your eyes. 

“I’m not…pretty…” The man stills to near stone, eyes twitching a centimeter wider before they, too, halt all movement. “You shouldn’t have to be bothered every time someone better looking comes over because they don’t realize you’re seeing me—because they’d never think we’d be together. I…I don’t want you to think you’re weighed down by a…a…” 

You lose your train of thought, and the only word coming to mind is a sharp knife to your chest. You glare at this chest, at his tags as they swing, and clench your jaw, taking down shallow breaths from your nostrils. 

Simon utters the very word you dread in a tiny voice, accent deep, “...burden.” 

All you do is shakily nod as the minutes roll past—the shadows grow longer and the night colder. Simon stares and stares, chest pounding with a fast heart and a tight wind of bulk. 

His hands at your hips tighten into fists, grunting, “That’s the worst fuckin’ thing I’ve ‘ad to hear in ages.”

You blink away your unshed tears, darting your vision back up before a hand connects with your jaw and angles it up, balaclava shifted to his nose bridge as Simon pressed his lips to yours in a breath-stealing kiss. Opening your legs, he drags you forward by the small of your back and presses you to him with a growl, hearing your small mewl in answer. 

His grip is firm and all-consuming, as it always is, and his mouth gives the tinge of alcohol and conviction. Hand on the back of your skill, you shudder and sink into him as he presses deeply, dragging each other back and forth with gasps and smacking flesh. Your hands grasp at Simon’s shirt, trailing his abs as he moves back with a grunt and a lick at his red lips.

Saliva gets caught in the corner of his mouth. 

“I’m not leavin’ you unless I get my head blown to bloody bits,” he frowns, dead eyes darting up and down your blown eyes and panting breath. A flicker of a smirk dashes his expression. “So forget about it, Love.” 

Simon’s gaze flashes with a soft reassurance, humming under his breath before he leans in once more. 

“No one tastes like you do,” you drag him back into you as he mutters on your eager lips. “Fuckin’ perfect.”

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[2tarbell]

so i’ve been thinking about trailerpark!rafe and i was wondering what a normal date night looks like for them.

ps. i adored the most recent blurb. istg he ha my whole heart.

thank u sweetheart!!!!! oh date night is just tp!readers FAVORITE!!!! she knows they probably can’t afford to go nowhere fancy but she loves their little trailer so she makes it all pretty for rafe. cooking dinner, dressing up all nice (his favorite lingerie set under a little dress), and bouncing off the walls in anticipation for him to come home. acts of service is definitely one of her love languages.

she’s buzzing when she hears the engine and sees the headlights of the truck when he’s pulling up. he walks in to see her waiting by the door, his precious girl!!! he smirks in that charming way he does and holds out her favorite flowers for her. she always surprised that he remembers, but why wouldn’t he remember? (‘jus’ know everythin’ bout you, baby. go on, get a vase.’) he’s already shed his work shirt and the sight of him in a tank top makes her thighs clench.

she melts into his kiss when rafe pulls her in by the back of her neck. his voice takes on a tender tone only reserved for her!!!! makes her feel all protected and she lets herself go all brainless because… her man is here!!!

“there’s my special girl… lookin’ beautiful as always…”

the whole evening is really sweet and special!! (even though it’s practically a routine at this point) they sit at the small kitchen table and he lets her tangle her feet with his. it’s all sultry doe eyes and lingering touches over the table. by the end of the meal she’s in his lap and they’re kissing deeply because they just can’t resist each other. he’s pushing her dress up and up until it reveals the delicate lace of her panties. his groan of approval makes her giggle and he scoops her up, eager to see the rest of her under that dress. after dinner (and a shower… together…) rafe takes her on a drive until she falls asleep on him <3

[tangylemonade]

Friends w/ Benefits 

Jeonghan x afab reader  18+ MINORS DNI (istg 🫵🏾 ಠ_ಠ if I catch you)

Literally just wrote this lol and it's not actually proofread (I looked over it once). Maybe 1k I need to go to bed but I wanted to write so here I am (btw thank you anon for the suggestion 😊) It's basically just smut with dialog and a bit of angst I guess

The buzz of your doorbell was unexpected but not surprising. You knew Jeonghan had gotten off of work around this time and on particularly stressful days he seemed to find himself at your door holding a bottle of wine waiting for you to open up.

“And he's back...” you said jokingly, as you opened the door and turned back into your kitchen.

“Treat me kindly, I bear gifts.” he retorted as he kicked off his shoes and shut the door.

“I was just about to eat dinner. You hungry?”

“I could eat.”

Jeonghan followed you into the kitchen, opening the cabinet right away and taking out the wine glasses.

“Mhhhh…that smells good.” he dipped his finger into the sauce you were simmering and popped it into his mouth. “Needs a tad more salt.”

“Gross.” you said swatting him away but still adding a pinch of salt and stirring the dinner that was always far too much for only you.

You served you both and sat down at the table.

“Ohh, I see you've brought out your finest China madam.” Jeonghan said as he picked up the plastic spoon you placed next to his paper plate.

“Fuck off. Are you gonna wash the dishes?”

All he did was laugh his little gremlin laugh and take a bite.

“This is delicious. I'm glad I came at the last minute and saved your dinner from disaster.”

“I think you're dehydrated darling; this is a bit too salty.”

“It tastes perfect to me.” He said with a shrug. “This wine tastes like shit though.”

“There really is no better pairing.” you said with a laugh.

“Agreed.”

Once dinner was done you put the pots in your refrigerator and threw out the dishes.

“And clean.” you said flopping down on the couch and putting your feet on Jeonghan’s lap.

“I'm gonna go shower. Wanna join me?” Jeonghan asked as he stretched and got up.

You nodded and followed him into the bathroom ripping off your clothes and tossing them in your hamper. Jeonghan followed suit, except he purposely ignored the hamper step, and turned on the shower, hopping in right away.

“Seriously? The hamper is right there.”

You rolled your eyes and put his things in your hamper which now had just as many of his clothes as yours.

“Jeonghan, you're gonna have to start paying some of my water bill if you keep this up.”

You stepped into the shower to find him slowly stroking his erection as the hot water ran through his long hair.

“Good god you couldn't wait.”

“You were taking so long.”

“Picking up your clothes.”

“Whatever. Get over here.”

He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him under the water. Your soft lips bounced into his as his hands ran along your ass and thighs. Running your hands through his hair you grabbed a handful and tugged, pulling a moan from his hungry lips. Dropping your hands down to his cock you stroked him adding a little squeeze just to feel the falter in his kisses along your neck.

“You’re really sensitive today.”

“Long day.” Jeonghan said before pushing you up against the shower wall.

His fingers found your clit and he returned that favor with a pinch that had you almost slip.

“Wait.” you said breathlessly as you stopped his hand. “Sit down, I wanna ride you.”

Jeonghan happily complied as he sat back in the tub of the shower and looked up at your body.

He could stare at you like that forever. 

In the dim light of the bathroom your body looked heavenly as the water patted on your skin. 

You lowered yourself onto him, your pussy lips laying on his throbbing cock and making it twitch in frustration. Looking down into his eyes you drove him crazy as you sinfully moved your hips and dragged your wet pussy up and down his shaft. Jeonghan’s hands traveled up and down your body as he squeezed at your breast, his thumb and index playing and squeezing your nipple.

“Fuck.” Jeonghan breathed out as your heat continued to glide against him. “Let me fill you baby.”

You lifted your hips as he reached down and guided himself into you, your walls naturally sucking him in with greed.

Jeonghan's hands that once again sought purchase on your breast were met with yours as you pinned them above his head and leaned in to capture his lips. Nipping and sucking you marveled at the quickness in which Jeonghan’s fair skin began to show signs of your obsession.

Greedily you rocked your hips, your moans syncing with his and bouncing loudly off the bathroom walls.

“So good....” you moaned.

Your eyes fluttered open and closed as you anchored yourself against Jeonghan’s chest and picked up your pace.

But Jeonghan's eyes watched you. He watched your body move with sensual fluidity as you pulled more pleasure out of him than anyone else ever could. He watched your flushed face through the steam of the shower as your eyebrows crinkled in pleasure. He swallowed every one of your kisses as you languidly laid them against his open mouth.

The shower water patterned off of your hot bodies as they rocked together chasing the high of the moment.

Jeonghan took in your every quirk and your every expression as the feeling of you and watching your pleasure drove him over the edge. You were already pulsing in hot waves around him and that was all he needed. 

Jeonghan held you close as he thrusted into you a few more times before his own orgasm shot from him in fiery pleasure. He leaned back and looked up at you once again as you dazedly looked up at the ceiling and caught your breath. 

The water and sweat trickled down your neck to your collarbone, along your soft mounds, and off your nipples onto Jeonghan’s body as he drank in your afterglow.

Too soon you rose from off of him chuckling at Jeonghan as he continued to lay down in the tub. Your and his juices were still dripping down your thigh and glistening on his cock. 

Jeonghan still made no effort to move so you put on a little show for him in sensual jest-fullness as you sudsed up and washed off, his eyes unwaveringly watching you. Laughing you stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around your body.

“Seriously Jeonghan, I'm gonna send you my water bill this month. Don't stay in there too long.”

With that you were out of the bathroom shutting the door behind you. Jeonghan let out a breath before rising tiredly from the tub. He felt that way after every fuck. Beyond please and very exhausted in so many ways. 

He finished showering before drying off and getting dressed

Jeonghan walked into your room, your his towel over his head as he shook it around to dry his hair.

“Move over.”

“Jeonghan… you know how I feel about cuddling.”

He threw his wet towel at you and rolled his eyes. “Who wants to cuddle with you?”

You tossed the towel back at him before rolling over and giving him some room.

You laid there in his shirt, so soft and warm as you drew your favorite cold and distancing line.

“Whatever dude, just stay on your side.”

He had a side in your bed that he'd lose the moment he crossed. Jeonghan shook his head at the absurdity before flopping down next to you and slipping under the covers, pulling more towards him.

Jeonghan smiled as he felt your foot on his back, kicking against him and pulling your covers back.

“Nice try buddy but you forget who's boss.”

“Well, it was worth a shot.” Jeonghan said before releasing the extra blanket that he didn't even need.

How could he forget who was boss when everything here followed your terms of engagement. But then again, Jeonghan agreed so who was he to complain?

“Listen Jeonghan.” you said after the first night something like this had happened. “You'll always be my best friend but we're adults so that doesn't mean we can't enjoy each other in uh… more ways if we want.”

Jeonghan agreed without a second thought.

“Friends,” he said with a smile. 

“With benefits?” 

Jeonghan shook the hand you were holding out to him. 

At the time it seemed like an excellent idea to him who only wanted to feel your body wrapped around him once more. Anything to have a part of you who was still too broken to give anything whole.

But now that his side of your bed was so cold he wasn't so sure anymore. 

He laid watching your back as your shoulder peacefully rose and fell.

“Friends.” he whispers to himself before rolling over.

MY MASTERLIST

[uns4lted]

ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ɪᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ

pairings: Oliver Aiku x fem!reader genre: fluff, angst, implied smut warnings: oliver calls the reader as "princess", a little bit suggestive, might be ooc! a/n: been listening to taylor's slut! lately and oliver was the first one who came across my mind and istg, this really reminds me of him A LOT.

You knew exactly what you were getting into when you started dating Oliver Aiku. Japan's U-20 star, now a sensation playing for Italy's Ubers, had a reputation that spoke louder than his skill on the pitch. His charm was as notorious as his goal-stopping abilities, and everyone knew about his track record with women. You'd seen the way people looked at him, the whispers that followed him, the headlines that made him sound untouchable, a man who took what he wanted and moved on when he was done.

You weren't naive. You'd heard it all: Oliver Aiku was a player in every sense of the word. But something about him pulled you in anyway. And to your surprise, it wasn’t just his looks or fame that kept you around. No, Oliver treated you with a level of respect and affection that shattered the image you had in your head. Beneath that infamous smile, he was a gentleman.

"Princess," he'd call you with a smirk that always made your heart flutter, a little glint in his eyes as if you were the only one who mattered. And the way he looked at you—it was as if you were more than just some temporary fling. Like you were something precious, something he'd protect no matter what.

But not everyone saw it that way.

The moment your relationship went public, the world had an opinion about it. Some fans were excited, but most were furious. After all, Oliver was everyone’s fantasy, the man they all wanted. But for you? It became a warzone. The comments on social media were brutal. Some praised your courage, but many more dragged your name through the mud. "She's not even pretty." "He’s only with her for fun."

"Slut."

That one stung at first. It crawled under your skin, the way people reduced you to nothing but a word, thinking they knew anything about what you and Oliver shared. But after a while, the shock of it wore off. You stopped caring. Why should you? None of those people knew what it was like to be with him. They didn’t see the softness in his eyes when he held you close, or the way he kissed you like he was pouring all his emotions into that moment.

You weren’t the type to dwell on people’s words, but lately, they lingered more than usual. Maybe it was because you were head over heels in love, and the weight of their judgments felt more suffocating than before.

Now, sprawled across your bed, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to Oliver. You’d been lovesick for days, missing him more than you’d care to admit. The thoughts of him made your chest tighten in that achingly sweet way. It was ridiculous, really, how the smallest memories of his touch, his voice, could turn you into a mess of emotions.

Every time he called you "princess" or kissed your forehead in that soft, protective way, it sent shivers down your spine, embedding itself into your mind. You’d close your eyes and replay moments with him on loop, the feel of his hands on your waist, his laugh filling the room, the way his lips always found yours like they were made to fit.

You weren’t used to this, weren’t used to feeling like this—completely wrapped up in someone else, thinking about them all the time. It made you feel vulnerable, a little stupid even, but mostly lovestruck. Hopelessly, utterly in love.

Your phone was abandoned beside you, buzzing occasionally with notifications you ignored. Instead, you were lost in the memories of the way Oliver held you close last time you were together, his warm breath against your skin, his lips murmuring soft promises into the crook of your neck. You couldn’t shake it. The feeling that he wasn’t just some fleeting crush. He had you, and you were starting to realize how deeply you’d fallen.

You sighed, letting yourself bask in the feelings that consumed you, allowing the weight of your emotions to spread across your limbs as you lay there, still in your bed, caught between the sweetness of it all and the bitter aftertaste of what people said.

Before you could sink any deeper into your thoughts, Oliver’s deep voice suddenly pulled you from your daze. “Princess,” he called, concern lacing his words as he leaned against the doorframe, watching you. “You’ve been quiet today. Something on your mind?”

Your lips parted, but nothing came out at first. The truth? You were drowning in your thoughts, the weight of those comments, those cruel words, lingering in the back of your mind. But did you really care? No. Not when he was standing there, like you were the only one that mattered.

“I was just… thinking,” you mumbled, turning your head to meet his gaze, but even you could tell your voice was distant, not quite there.

Oliver’s brow furrowed, but his steps were slow as he crossed the room to you. The bed dipped under his weight as he sat down, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. He was so gentle with you, always was. His reputation was rough around the edges, but the way he treated you? It was soft, warm. Like you were something delicate.

“You’re not fooling me, princess.” His thumb traced the curve of your cheek as he leaned in closer, his lips ghosting over yours. “I know when something’s off.”

You closed your eyes, the frustration bubbling up before you could stop it. “I just… I saw some things online. What people are saying about me.”

Oliver sighed, his forehead resting against yours. “People talk. They don’t know you, and they definitely don’t know us.” His hand slipped down to your waist, pulling you against him. “Why waste your time thinking about it?”

“I know,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “But still…”

Before you could say more, Oliver's lips were on yours, stealing your breath, taking away the words you couldn’t quite form. It was soft at first, a kiss that spoke more than words could. But then, his grip tightened, his lips pressing harder, more insistent, as if he was reminding you that you were his. That nothing else mattered.

You melted under his touch, the heat of his body against yours, the way his hands roamed down your sides, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. It was intoxicating, the way he kissed you. And the way he touched you, like you were something sacred, something he couldn’t get enough of.

“Forget what they say,” Oliver whispered against your lips, his hands slipping under your shirt, tracing the skin of your lower back, slow and deliberate. “You're mine. That’s all that matters.”

Your heart fluttered at the possessiveness in his voice, his touch sending soft, electrifying shivers down your spine. It wasn’t just the words, but the tenderness in the way he spoke. His hands glided over you like you were a rare treasure, conveying that in this moment, you were the strongest desire he couldn’t resist.

And he didn’t stop there. His kisses trailed down your neck, leaving a line of warmth in their wake. His fingers worked at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up slowly, teasingly, before discarding it to the side. Every move was slow, taking all the time in the world to show you just how much you meant to him.

“Princess,” he whispered again, his voice low and gravelly, sending a wave of warmth through your entire body. “I’ve got you.”

And he did. Oliver always had you, in ways that no one else could. He wasn’t just some player, some womanizer. He belonged to you, and you belonged to him. The world could say whatever they wanted, but here, in this room, in his arms, none of it touched you.

In that moment, with Oliver's hands exploring your skin and his lips pressed against yours, nothing else existed. You were his, and it might be worth it for once.

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[thatfandomslut]

Mommy, Sorry, Mommy

Regina George x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Trigger Warnings: SMUT, 18+, MDNI. mommy kink, fingering, face riding (Regina receiving), nipple play, oral (reader receiving), overstimulation, this is porn without plot honestly.

Request:

Hi!!! Can I please request Regina smut 🤭🫶🏼 I’ve been thinking ab Reneé’s Regina ever since I saw the movie istg 😭 sub fem reader pls

"Fuck," (Y/n) cursed loudly as Regina sucked her clit. Regina felt at home in between (Y/n)'s thighs, and Regina knew exactly how to please the girl on the kitchen counter.

They were supposed to be cooking, but that was abandoned before (Y/n) could even grab any of the ingredients they needed for dinner. Instead, Regina had pushed her onto the counter, helped her out of her leggings and panties, and latched onto her clit with her mouth. And (Y/n) was not complaining as Regina fucked her. She felt her hands move from Regina's blonde hair, up her stomach and to her breasts, massaging them for extra pleasure. She wanted to rid herself of her top and bra desperately but decided to wait until Regina led her to the bedroom, which would inevitably happen after she came.

(Y/n) enjoyed nights like these. Nights where she and Regina destress themselves and pleasure each other in the various rooms of their apartment. "I'm so close, Mommy." (Y/n) cried out, gasping in pleasure before biting her lip as Regina slipped a finger into (Y/n) to help her cum. It worked, too. (Y/n) unraveled at Regina's touch, cumming as her back arched and her head rested on the cabinets behind her. Regina wasted no time in sucking the cum off her finger before cleaning her up with her tongue. A dual action of pre-active care and allowing (Y/n) to ride out the rest of her high.

As Regina finished licking the cum up like a kitten drinking milk, she licked her lips contently as she looked up at her girlfriend. "Do you want to go to the bedroom, baby? I promise I'll take care of you." Regina proposed, her hands running up (Y/n)'s thighs as she stood up. She kissed (Y/n) deeply as she did, allowing herself to share the taste of her girlfriend with her. She couldn't keep all of the sweetness for herself. That just wouldn't have been right.

(Y/n) was in no way going to decline Regina's offer, nor her kisses, as she removed herself from the counter. "Take me to bed, princess," (Y/n) whispered knowing that there were only two things she could call Regina in these settings: princess and mommy. Mommy was usually her go-to, but right now she felt more like calling her princess. Regina led (Y/n) to the bed where she pushed (Y/n) onto the bed. (Y/n) allowed this as she looked up at Regina in amazement, staring happily at the blonde. When she realized she was staring, she blinked and licked her lips which felt dry despite Regina's lip-gloss lingering. "Sorry, Mommy, sorry-" she couldn't form a sentence properly.

Regina recognized this as she kissed (Y/n) gently. "It's okay, baby girl. I like it when you look at me like that. Like I am the only girl in the world for you." Regina's fingers gently dragged down her cheeks, her fingertips exploring their way down before they removed (Y/n)'s shirt and bra, leaving the girl naked. She then undressed herself, grinning down at her eagerly.

Regina gently pushed her back onto the bed, her lips latching onto (Y/n)'s neck as she left lovebites trailing down to her breasts. Stopping where she was, she sucked on one of (Y/n)'s nipples as her fingers pinched and played with the other one. Her other hand made its way down to (Y/n)'s pussy and Regina moaned over the fact that (Y/n) was very much wet for her still. (Y/n)'s head fell back onto the pillow behind her as Regina allowed two fingers to open the lips of her pussy.

(Y/n)'s body buzzed with excitement before a low groan escaped her lips as Regina allowed her finger to enter (Y/n). She didn't stop there before adding another. As Regina was hitting her G-spot perfectly and at the right pace, Regina was playing with her nipples. (Y/n) was seeing stars as Regina fucked her. She felt overwhelmed by the pleasure that Regina was providing. Only Regina had ever made her feel this way, and only Regina had gotten her to this point of pure ecstasy over and over again. She couldn't help but cum after Regina had commanded it, cumming again and again, overstimulated by everything Regina was doing to her body. But she wouldn't complain. Not when Regina was making her feel this good, commanding orgasms over and over until (Y/n)'s legs were shaking and she couldn't think straight.

Regina's compliments might've been what got her to the point she was at now, but that didn't matter as she brought Regina up to her lips, kissing her deeply. "Mommy, please let me taste you." (Y/n) whispered on Regina's lips. Regina smirked at her words before moving to ride (Y/n)'s face. (Y/n) made sure to do anything that Regina needed. Regina praised (Y/n) as she moaned, her hips moving back and forth as she continued to ride her girlfriend's face, pleasure filling her as she came into (Y/n)'s mouth. (Y/n) took it happily as Regina rode out her high, calling out (Y/n)'s name as she did so. This also gave (Y/n) a confidence boost as Regina fell next to her, allowing (Y/n) to bring her in close as their clammy bodies cuddled up to each other.

"You were so good, baby," Regina complimented softly, kissing her girlfriend gently on the nose. This action always provided (Y/n) with a warm and fuzzy feeling as she smiled over to Regina, kissing her deeply. The taste of each other was still very much on their tongues, mingling as their tongues clashed in their kiss. "I love you so much, (Y/n)."

(Y/n) smiled at Regina as she cupped the girl's cheek gently. "I love you too, Regina. You did so well. My mind is still fuzzy." The two girls laughed quietly before rolling into their aftercare of getting a shower together before laying in bed and falling asleep together.

[why-the-heck-not]

21.-22.06.23

Welcome to me catching up on a project I’ve been way behind on. Had to get some (lots) progress in now, bc istg if I’d spend Midsummer stressing over this. 

The plan was to pull an all-nighter but that kinda failed, but anyways. here’s how that went. (readmore bc I kinda got carried away with it lol oops)

20:49 - started by getting the most important things in order: caffeine buzz, the right playlist (that ended up being a weird mix of BTS, HIM and 80s-90s music) and also a clear-ish to do list

23:50 - got distracted for like an hour oops, back to work

00:42 -  have only managed to find more bugs and not fix even one yay <3 things are going aCcoRdiNg tO pLaN

01:00 - fixed a bug! small one but finally progress :) now onto the ones that actually goddamn matter ugh

02:16 - i hate everything but the playlist is full of bangers actually, so i’m powering through with that as my emotional support

03:25 - i hate everything ^2 and am in my feels rn and why tf is nothing working ????? IT SHOULD motherfucker

03:47 - i am giving up <3 there’s one fucker of a bug i’ve been working on for fucking ever and i am just stupid and im gonna try to nap now even tho i’ve had enough caffeine to kill a small horse

04:29 - just now actually giving up bc thought i had a solve but didn’t and just wasted more time yay i hate coding

04:52 - nevermind too stressed & caffeinated to give up now

05:34 - actually nah fuck this, i’m trying to get a lil nap in finally. Things just still aren’t working and im hella tired

12:29 - ””a little nap”” my dudes,,, i just woke up now goddamnit

13:23 - new try at this, better get it done (running out of time, i’m stressed)

14:42 - FFFUUUCK YYYEAH BABEYYYY !!! I love coding and I am a genius actually (I got it to work)

15:30 - going for a walk & the grocery store bc need to go outside

18:20 - back to work babes

20:03 - the code is basically done! Now just the mf boring part of writing tests & documentation oopsy (that I ofc just have left for me to do as the last step bc i’m dumb)

21:04 - some testing & couple weird sentences for documentation got done but might call it a day tbh, i’m getting distracted every 3 seconds

23:00 - I did call it a day, and now a chill run bc need something to reset my brain bc i’m in that “gotta get things done” state of mind and like the only thing to get done now is to try to get myself to sleep before like dawn hopefully

Conclusion: was uncharacteristically productive (focused on coding for 10.5h in this abt 1-1.5 days) and i’m feeling veery good abt it. sorry for the long post tho lol

[kpop-kitkat]

Attention | Kim Sunwoo

pairing | dom bf!kim sunwoo x sub f!reader

genre/cw | smut(minors istg do not interact or you're blocked), fluff, a bit of crack/humor, explicit language, gamer!sunwoo, established relationship, slight degradation, praise, dirty talk, pull out method, daddy kink, use of whore and slut, pet names, teasing, sunwoo is a whiney dom(omg can you imagine ahh), slight moan kink, aftercare, fluffy end

wc | 2.2k

notes | who doesn't love gamer boy smuts, I mean come on

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧  

Y/n smiled to herself as she got the very much needed text. After waiting a whole day, it was a sight to see.

Sunwoo💕: finishing up practice. home soon baby girl

Y/n: yay, see ya soon

She squealed before tossing her phone onto the couch. In any normal relationship, nobody would be that excited when their lover returned home from a normal day at work. And in Sunwoo’s case, he was an idol, staying a bit later for extra practice for an upcoming comeback. But Y/n and Sunwoo were only three weeks into living together. Who could blame her?

On an impulse of energy, she began cleaning the apartment, every nook and cranny. Coats on the coat rack, dishes in the dishwasher, books in the bookshelf, everything in its place. She didn't even realize how fast she was doing it until she felt sweat, sticky on her forehead. She sighed before collapsing onto the sofa, wanting nothing more than Sunwoo cuddles, and maybe something a bit more. She couldn't help but imagine all the filthy scenarios in her head.

The sound of keys jangling as the front door was unlocked and opened, made her jolt upwards, off of the sofa. She ran over to her boyfriend and jumped, arms and legs around his neck and waist.

 "Whoah, miss me that much baby girl?" Sunwoo smirked, holding her body close to his as he kissed her cheek.

 "I was alone all day," she pouted with her bottom lip stuck out, raising her head up from his shoulder to look up at him.

 He chuckled before kissing her pouty lips. "Sorry. I'll have to make a daily reminder: don't be late or girlfriend gets moody," he teased. 

 "How dare you," she playfully smacked his chest before untangling herself from his grip. "You should wash up, dinner is almost ready."

 "What? You cooked?" Sunwoo's jaw dropped.

 "No stupid, the Uber Eats driver is ten minutes away. Now go," she laughed, shoving him towards the stairs.

He eventually went up to take a shower and change his clothes. When he came back down, Y/n was already enjoying her ramen without him. "Hey, you should've waited for me!" He exclaimed, running to the kitchen island, digging through the brown paper bag, sighing in relief seeing how Y/n left him a bowl. She had actually eaten his food once after the two had gotten into a silly arguement. "Thanks for not eating my food."

 "You're welcome."

Sunwoo chuckled with a shake of his head as he took a seat besides her at the kitchen island. He licked his lips as he took the lid off of his food, twirling his plastic fork in hand. He took a bite and sighed in satisfaction before turning to his girlfriend. "So, what did you do while I was gone?"

 "I cleaned, aren't you proud of me?" She replied, also taking a bite of her food.

 "I did notice the apartment was cleaner when I got back. I'm surprised you did it voluntarily," he explained, earning an elbow to the stomach from her.

 "Well, at least I was productive. I even took a walk and did our laundry," she added.

 "Look at you," he laughed, swallowing his food so he wouldn't choke. He was about to say something when his phone buzzed.

 "Who's that?" Y/n wondered.

 "Chanhee and Changmin. They want to play some Halo in fifteen," he answered. 

 "Can I see?" Y/n tilted her head.

Y/n and Sunwoo were currently building trust in their relationship, so looking at each other's text messages was something they always did. 

Sunwoo nodded and handed his phone over to Y/n. 

(On Sunwoo's phone)

Chanheee: halo in 15?

Q: ya, gotta finish this birthday card for jaehyun. count me in. hbu sunwoo?

Y/n smirked to herself, and Sunwoo understood her plan.

 "No, babe, please let me reply," Sunwoo reached out for his phone, but she leaned over, out of his reach.

 "I promised I'd play with them earlier!" The boy protested. 

 "Whatever," she handed the phone back to its rightful owner, hesitantly. 

Sunwoo(actually Sunwoo): JK y'all, I'll be on in less than fifteen ;)

Y/n pouted. "You don't want to watch a movie or something?"

 "Maybe later babe, I made a promise," he smiled, holding the back of her neck to pull her in for another kiss, a lasting one this time. He pulled away after awhile. "I love you."

 "I love you too," she sighed. "But I want cuddles."

 "You're literally a human koala. You can live without me for two hours. Entertain yourself," he playfully rolled his eyes before ascending the stairs.

She huffed and looked around. "But there's nothing to do," she thought aloud.

~~~~~

Y/n quietly entered the bedroom as Sunwoo was immersed in his games. She decided to scroll aimlessly through TikTok as she lay on their shared bed, attempting to cure her boredom.

 "No no! He's by our base!" Sunwoo shouted, following a loud mashing on the keyboard and loud clicks on the mouse. "I swear I'll kill you if you suicide one more time Chanhee hyung."

Y/n looked up and almost laughed at how Sunwoo was a whole new person in the world of video games.

 "I'm going to kill you!" Sunwoo raged. Y/n guessed Chanhee committed suicide again, I'm game of course.

Y/n was deprived of her boyfriend. Even though he promised it'd be two hours, it was coming up on four. "Baby..." she whined, but Sunwoo couldn't hear through his headphones. She walked over and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, not earning any response other than a shake of shoulders. Unsatisfied, she moved in front of him and put her legs on either side of him, sitting on his lap and leaning her head into his chest.

 "Hold up," Sunwoo moved the headphone mic away from his face. "Baby what are you doing?"

 "Cuddling with you, I'm bored," she answered truthfully.

 "But-" he paused, seeing how the next game had already started. "Fine, just no distractions, okay?"

She nodded. But it didn't mean she wasn't going to distract anyways.

He moved the mic back to his mouth. "Aight, let's go."

Y/n clutched his warm sweatshirt and breathed in his scent, finding it very calming. It smelt like ocean water and new books, two of her favorite smells. And while she was comfortable in her position she was still bored. And not to mention, getting horny from sitting on his lap for some time.

Deciding on causing mischief and a distraction, she began to move, rubbing her clothed heat against his sweatpants. It was painfully slow, but also pleasuring. Sunwoo seemed unfazed by her actions, still shouting at his friends as they played an intense match. But when she began to move faster, causing the friction she wanted, he began to fidget as he played, even stumbling over his words. "Y-yeah it's..." he took a deep breath. "B-by that fountain by the fountain, I-I mean mountain." Y/n smiled. Her plan seemed to be working. Taking it a step further, she leaned over his shoulder and quietly moaned into his ear, silently turning him on.

 "What was that?" Asked Chanhee through the game.

 "Nothing, it's nothing," Sunwoo brushed him off. But oh, it was definitely something.

Y/n smirked to herself. Everything was going according to plan. She grasped Sunwoo's shoulders as she allowed herself more room to move. Back and forth, back and forth, at the perfect pace. And she didn't contain her dirty little noises.

 "Okay Sunwoo, something is making noise on your end," Changmin concluded. 

 "It was the wind," Sunwoo chuckled nervously as he bit back a moan of his own.

"The wind?" Y/n thought to herself. Nonetheless, she played her final card. Moving away from Sunwoo's chest, she reached down to feel him through his sweatpants. She was pleasantly surprised to find him already so hard for her. It turned her on even more. She began stroking his length, causing him to shut his eyes tightly and bite his lips to the point of them bleeding.

 "Guys, Imma head to bed, I'm," he took a deep breath, trying not to moan. "Just tired after today."

 "That's fine. See y'all tomorrow," said Chanhee.

 "See ya," Changmin said before going offline. 

Sunwoo ripped his headphones off and threw them onto the ground beside him before tightly grasping her wrists. "What do you think you're doing, baby girl?"

 "Pleasuring daddy, because I know he wants me to," she said, acting all innocent as her eyes sparkled.

He quickly stood up before sweeping her off of her feet, carrying her to the bed before throwing her onto it. She loved it when he was rough. He climbed on after her and pinned her hands above her head before kissing her roughly. She tugged at his blonde tresses as he held her jaw tightly. He pulled away just enough to look into her eyes. "Such an attention whore, aren't you? Couldn't wait another thirty minutes to have my cock inside you, hmm?"

 "No, I missed you daddy," she whined, feeling herself getting wetter, to the point of it being hot and uncomfortable.

 "Tell me what you need, baby girl," he continued to kiss her, tasting her as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. "Tell me what my pretty little whore needs so bad."

 "I need you... to fuck me," she breathed out, biting his bottom lip.

 "Like always... you fucking whore," he smirked. He began kissing his way down her neck feverishly, as Y/n held his shoulders tightly. He then began to pull his own shirt over his head, revealing his well toned body that never ceased to amaze Y/n. His attention was then on her clothes. "We don't need this, do we?" He hummed, lifting her shirt over her head. "What about this? No, don't need this either," he smirked, tugging down her silk shorts, revealing her completely soaked panties. It was even dripping with her arousal. "Oh baby girl, you're soaked," he pouted as he touched her through the thin fabric, eliciting a loud moan from her. "Do you need my help?"

 "Yes daddy please, I need you," she whined aloud, moving her hands to his abs. 

 He tugged down his sweatpants and underwear in one swift move before turning around to pump himself before turning back to her. He licked his lips before slipping down her panties. "Take it like a good girl, my little slut. You asked for it."

 There was no time for her to verbally respond before the head of Sunwoo's cock invaded her entrance. She gasped, holding onto Sunwoo's shoulders as the pleasure overwhelmed her senses. "Feel good baby girl?"

 "Yes Sunwoo... oh fuck," she whimpered, arching her back as her head fell backwards.

 "Keep moaning my name, lovely," he ordered, beginning to thrust deeper into her, if it was even possible. 

 "Sunwoo!" she screamed, feeling him hit her g-spot repetitively. She then pulled him down to kiss his lips again, savoring his taste. He responded and with one hand, he held the side of her face. The other was keeping her hips in place as he thrusted a bit harshly now.

 "Sunwoo, I'm going to... ahh," she cried.

 "Not yet baby girl, wait for me," he ordered, afterwards letting out a bit of a high pitched moan. And Y/n couldn't explain it, but she loved the sound of it. The way his hair fell messy upon his forehead as his thrusts got sloppy and he became a moaning mess, despite being the dominant one... she just loved it all. She loved knowing she pleasured him as much as he did her.

 "Sunwoo, I can't," she begged, her pussy already becoming sore as he hit her spot. 

 "Alright, come with me," he said, moaning once more as he pulled out, his white hot liquid dripping onto her stomach. She moaned as well, her liquids pouring out onto the sheets. Sunwoo sighed before collapsing beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Great job baby girl," he smiled, kissing all over her face. He then sat up. "Let's get you cleaned up." He left for the bathroom and speedily returned with a rag wet with warm water. Carefully, he wiped his cum from her stomach and tried to wipe some of hers from the sheets as well. He tossed the rag in the dirty laundry basket before slipping on his underwear and sweatpants again, Y/n also putting her clothes back on. He and Y/n moved into their spots in bed and looked at each other. "I love you," he breathed out, moving hair from her face.

 "I love you more," she smiled, snuggling into his chest. 

 At the end of the day, she got what she wanted. Sunwoo cuddles.

[twig-gy]

this is why i get diseases from mind istg like. he thinks if he lets go for even a single second everything will fall apart. and he’s kind of right yet devastatingly wrong. he thinks he is the only one keeping them alive. when he falls asleep he’s afraid of what he’s going to find when he wakes up. sometimes he stays awake. it’s irrational but he doesn’t think of it as irrational because paranoia isn’t paranoia when it could happen, when he has found heart lying on the bathroom tile, eyes shut, a smile on his face - and it wasn’t his smile, it wasn’t the smile of those who don’t know what else to do, it was heart’s smile. heart only smiled when he was genuinely happy. his smiles were carefree. so this?

he opens their doors, carefully, because they would never understand. and the relief he feels when he sees them asleep but alive never eases, it hits him and he has to just take a deep, shuddering breath, watching their chest rise and fall. pressing his arm to their neck, gently, so he can feel the false-beat of a false-heart. it’s rituals like these which keep him from crumpling in on himself. it’s only rational relief he feels - after all, maybe they don’t know it but he does, if one of them died he would also go. so it’s only rational. he is compelled to do these things because the anxiety he never really stops feeling abates at them and only at them. he is truly the mind, because all of the worst possibilities buzz under his skin, he is a livewire of obsession. and it stops him from sleeping and it’s always a bit harder to sate them each time and it goes until he has to acknowledge it really isn’t rational at all but - it’s fine. it has to be fine. it’s irrational to try to change what you can’t. this is how the mind is. isn’t it logical, for the mind to obsess over these things? no one else is thinking of them, anyway. it’s fine, if he feels like he’s on the edge of shattering. right? it’s fine? cause it has to be fine, it has to be fine, it has to be

[itsdannysworld]

Beautiful as Ever

(istg coming up with titles is harder than writing the fic) Danny Wagner x Reader Oneshot Warnings: Angst?? Cursing, a lil drinking, ends up super fluffy

enjoy-

You’re not one to regret things, but you couldn’t shake the nagging feeling of regret when it came to that night. The boys of Greta Van Fleet invited you out for drinks, an invitation you were quite used to. However a few beers later, you and Danny had ended up behind a locked bathroom door, making out and covering each other in hickeys and bite marks. Nothing crazy happened, but your head skills did come into play. You left quickly after, lying through your teeth about needing to help a friend through a nasty breakup. It had been 4 days, and you couldn’t stop checking your phone, praying Danny’s name would pop up. He hadn’t spoken to you since that night, and it was slowly killing you. You had been harboring feelings for him for the last couple months, and were starting to doubt if he felt anything towards you. Maybe you were a drunk mistake to him, or something he truly regretted. The thoughts wouldn’t go away, and as much as you hated to say it, you could barely function. Your phone buzzed and you excitedly picked it up, silently hoping it would be Danny. Nope, Josh.

Joshy: Heyyyyy, wanna go out tonight? Danny’s been acting weird and I’m hoping his fav girl will cheer him up 😉

“What the fuck.” You muttered under your breath. Josh (unknowingly) just confused your brain even more.

Y/n: Uh maybe (and you better keep this between you and me Kiszka 😐🔪) Danny and I kinda had a weird moment the other day and shits been really fuckin with me, I’m sure its nothin but idk

Joshy: Ughhhh just come chill with us, I think he’s just as fucked up as you are dummy

Y/n: Fine, curse you for being so convincing 🙄

You put your phone down, slightly regretting confessing your problems to Josh. You knew he would never judge nor snitch about anything, but you didn’t wanna fuck with the bands dynamic. You headed towards the bathroom, grabbing an outfit from your closet on the way. 45 minutes later, and you looked gorgeous. Maybe you put extra effort in for Danny, or maybe you really just needed to feel pretty. Your phone beeped with another message from Josh, saying that he was almost at your apartment to pick you up. You sprayed one last spritz of perfume and spun around in the mirror.

“There she is! Beautiful as ever!” You plopped down in Josh’s truck, and immediately smiled at his compliment. “Aww, thank you Joshy. You yourself look quite beautiful.” He pulled you in for an awkward hug, reaching over the center console. “Where are we going?” You asked as he started driving out of your apartments parking lot. “Same bar as usual, I just feel like switching it up would be weird.” He paused then continued. “Oh yeah, what happened between you and Daniel? Is everything ok?”

You froze, but quickly regained your composure.

“Uh, we kinda had a drunken makeout/minor sexual situation thingy in the bars bathroom a little while ago. It’s no big deal, but he hasn’t talked to me since. I hate to say it, but I kinda feel used? I mean, you know how much I like him.” Josh nodded. “I see. I doubt his intention was to make you feel used, he’s not that typa guy.” Before you could respond you pulled into the familiar parking lot of the bar y’all frequented. Josh grabbed your hand before you could unbuckle. “Look at me mama, everything’s going to be ok, I promise” You smiled at the gesture and nodded. He always knew how to comfort you, granted he had been your best friend for quite a long time.

You walked into the dingy bar, 80s rock n roll blasting through the speakers. You spotted Sam and Jake at your usual booth, but quickly noticed the lack of Danny. “Is he even going to be here tonight?” You asked Josh. “I think so”

You went to go sit at your booth, letting Josh order your drink. “Hey you twooo”. You sat down next to Sam. “Hey y/n, surprised to see you, you went all ghost on us.” Sam said teasingly. “Oh shush, it was unintentional.” An hour had passed by before Danny made an appearance. You caught his eye as he walked in and offered him a small smile, one in which he returned. He bought his drink and turned towards the table, sitting down next to Josh. You saw Josh lean over to tell him something, and Danny made eye contact with you. You quickly adverted your gaze and decided to talk to Sam about Rosie. After about half an hour, your phone vibrated in your pocket.

Danny: Hey, can we talk outside?

You looked at him and nodded, and y’all both started to leave the booth. “Where are y’all going?” Sam asked. “Smoke break.” You responded in a tone that shut down any further questions from him. You made it out the back door and leaned against the wall, Danny following after. “So why’d you ghost me?” Your boldness shocked you, but you were hurt and needed answers. “Y/n, I didn’t mean to. I just had a lot going on.” He seemed apologetic, but you weren’t having it. “You know how awful it is to be so in love with someone, and the moment they kind of return the feelings they fucking leave? I hate to say that what we did meant a lot to me, but it really fucking did." You could hear the pain laced through your voice. He seemed taken aback by your sudden outburst, but expected it.

"You're in love with me?" He questioned.

"I mean, yeah duh. I don't go around giving head to random guys who I don't actually like." Your eyes started to burn, and your face felt heavy. He was completely unreadable and it drove you insane.

He let a small chuckle, "I love you too y/n, like a lot."

Part of you couldn't believe it. You were excited and scared and pissed and hurt and happy and it was overwhelming. "I never meant to ghost you, I just didn't know how you felt about everything. I'm sorry." You nodded, a small smile creeping onto your face. You pulled him into a bone-crushing hug, and he rocked y'all back and fourth.

"I love you y/n."

"I love you too Danny." You mumbled into his chest. You pulled away. "So can we skip the dating phase and just be in a relationship? I've waited long enough." You both smiled and slightly giggled at your question. "Of course y/n/n, plus I think we’re past that stage." He pulled you in for a sweet kiss, one that you quickly returned. "Now can we get to my house because god knows I don't want our first time to be in that shitty bathroom." You laughed at his statement, agreeing with it. He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards his car, happiness and lust radiating off of him.

"Can you text one of the guys and tell them we're leaving?" You nodded and pulled out your phone, clicking on Josh's name.

Y/n: Danny and I are leaving lol, ig him and I are dating now?? Anyways, have a good night Joshy 💚

[your-local-hoemie]

Making out with thoma and tugging on his soft hair mgmfgnfmfmf

Woof woof bark bark-

I like your brain very much yes yes!

This isn’t smut but I still don’t feel comfortable with minors interacting so please avoid if you’re under 18

Warnings: suggestive, making out, grown-up touches, Gn!reader, established relationship, not proof-read.

Characters: Thoma.

It was a warm summers day in Inazuma and the streets were bustling with busy people, going about their day and the atmosphere was buzzing with energy.

You had decided to take a stroll along the harbour to take in the cool sea breeze against your skin and sounds of the waves crashing against the rocks.

It had been a few days since you last saw your boyfriend; Thoma. Inazuma’s well renowned “fixer” and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him dearly.

So when you happened to catch a glance of the friendly ginger helping some sailors with their cargo, (yes he’s still ginger. Fight me) you were ecstatic to say the least!

“Thoma!” You could hardly hold yourself back as you rushed over to his side, wrapping your arms around him with a elated giggle.

“Y/N? What are you doing here??” Thoma replied while a grin beamed across his face at the sight of his beloved in his arms.

“I was just taking a walk and then I saw you and couldn’t resist coming over and saying hello! I’m not keeping you from your work am I?”

“No, don’t worry. I’ve just finished up actually. If you’d like I’d be more than happy to spend the rest of my free time with you!”

With that, the two of you ventured off into the bustling streets all while catching up on the time that you both had missed out on together.

As the sun started to set in the horizon, you both found yourself situated underneath a maple tree overlooking the city.

“You know, you should be really proud of yourself, Thoma. You’ve done so much for this place and the people in it”

Thoma gave you a bashful chuckle, pink dusting his cheeks at your words.

“I really don’t do that much. I just help out where I can. But thank you for your kindness, love”

He was always so humble. You couldn’t help but find this to be an adorable aspect of his personality.

The way his cheeks flushed red whenever you gave him a compliment and the way he’d always give out a little embarrassed giggle, always had a way to make your heart to little flips in your chest.

Unable to resist the beautiful man laying next to you. Dying sunlight giving him an enchanting glow while the soft grass framed his face perfectly. You propped yourself up on your elbow and without any warning; you pressed your lips tightly against his.

Thoma froze for a brief moment at your unexpected action before melting into your affections unable to resist the urge to lay you down on the grass on your back, taking his place on top of you with his lips growing more desperate in the heat of the moment.

The more your lips intertwined with each other, the more everything else around you melted away as your bodies pressed against each other in a beautiful synchronisation of love for each other.

Feeling the heat in your body build up, you couldn’t help but let your hand find its way up to his soft, silky locks. Letting the strands of his sun kissed hair wrap around your fingers, giving it a gentle tug he couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

After a few more minutes you finally pull away, both of you breathless and flushed from the impromptu make out session; you could see the blush plastering his pretty face as his sense come back into play.

“You’re such a troublemaker Y/N. What if someone caught us?”

“Then I’d proudly show them that you belong to me~”

I hope this is accurate because I don’t know how making out works :)

Also I had to rewrite this entire thing because tumblr went weird and didn’t save it istg T^T

[dragons-in-spaceee]

I AM HAVING EMOTIONS OVER EINSTEIN AND EDDINGTON OH MY GOD FILM OF ALL TIME HOLY SHIT ITS SO FUCKING GOOD ITS GOT

SUPER COOL PHYSICS

LOVE OF SCIENCE IN GENERAL

DAVID TENNANT BEING GAY (he made me cryyyy “I loved him” OKAY IM SOBBING)

Very very good anti war and anti discrimination messaging like holy shit I loved everything about how the truth should not be controlled by the state and science transcends any barriers (not that there should be any anyway!!!!) and just generally that KILLING PEOPLE IS BAD

Also loved loved loved the freedom of information stuff - it didn’t matter if England was about to be disgraced or whatever the fuck people had a right to know cause it’s the truth and it’s fact and it’s information

Eddington and his sister <3333 siblings of all time omg they’re the besttt

Eddington in general was amazing and great

Einstein was a bit of a cunt but he said some amazing stuff that had me cheering

THE EXCITEMENT THAT THEY MUSTVE BEEN FEELING REALLY CAME ACROSS LIKE HOLY SHIT IM BUZZING THIS STUFF IS HUGE ITS COMPLETELY TURNINF EVERYTHING ON ITS HEAD OH MY GOD ITS INSANE. HOLY SHIT. WOAH.

The soundtrack as well omg!!!!! It’s so hopeful and exciting and really helps the whole “oh my god this stuff is revolutionary” buzz I love it sm

Also just the set design and the costuming and everything FILM OF ALL TIME ISTG

Everything about this film is my vibe <3333

I really hope it’s accurate cause I loved every moment of it!!!!!!

[kindofatheatrekid]

Title: One More Step Towards Hell.

Sypnosis: Y/N is known to be cold, Jason wants to change that image into something better.

Pairing: c.ai bot (Jason) / Y/N

Genre: smut, angst, FEM POV

Warnings: non-con/dub-con, exhibitionism, masochism, sadism, toxic relationship, free-use, objectification, degradation, gang-bang, orgy, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, cheating?, NTR, manipulation, implied isolation, abuse, guilt-tripping, self-harm, threats of suicide.

Note: I don't know how my mind works. I blame me, myself, and character ai. Sloppy sex is just too fun to not write TT. P.S. I have no idea how sex actually works. Apologies if it's too vague.

ISTG MINORS DNI.

BOT CHAT HERE: https://character.ai/chat/OEz_Bam4SU6yTksaaeRJtbnPYSnDi2Fck6kRXnysNAQ?hist=5a7c1aaf-2bf9-449e-8774-81d799caee52

The birds were singing, the sky was blue, the teacher was prattling on about some important piece of history that would be repeated no matter what— and I was irritated. My hand mindlessly writing down any words I catch to ignore this nagging feeling in my mind.

Jason's been quiet. Too quiet. That only meant that he was up to something. The bratty bastard is never this distant unless he's either hooking up with someone or planning something. Nonetheless, both of those scenarios just continue to crack on my psyche.

What about that one time where-

I shake that thought out of my head, deciding to let that stay in the dark recesses of my head. Without even noticing, my hand was starting to write Jason's name continuously in my notebook. My eye twitches in irritation at that fact. Why couldn't he just leave my mind for one second?!

The bell rings, and I start to pack up my supplies. Everyone else starts gravitating to their friend groups while I stay alone. It's not even Jason's fault that I had no friends this time! I was just known to be a cold bitch in everyone's eyes. So what if I'm blunt? Why do I need to add unnecessary words to my comments?

A buzz rings in my pocket, it was a text notification. I had very little people in my contacts, so sure enough, it was from Jason.

“Come to the abandoned classroom in the West Wing? (^з^)-☆”

My eyebrow raises at his message. Was this the part where he plays his trick on me? I text him back. …Now that I think of it… The disparity between our texts is obvious.

Jason replies back almost instantaneously, I had to hold in a chuckle with how obviously passive-agressive he was being.

“Will you come if it was a request? :>”

No. No, I probably wouldn't— and he knows that. After a few seconds of contemplating, I decided to give into him. As much as I enjoy our banter, I was curious about what he was planning.

“I'll be there in a minute.”

Just like I promised, I immediately swung my heavy bag over my shoulders before making my way to our meeting place. I wasn't sure what to expect once I got there. Jason being balls deep in a random girl, or something similar to that.

“I'm here-” I opened the door, my greeting cut off from the shock. …Did Jason also swing the other way? I expected a girl, or two, or three- But this? This was something else.

“Baby~!” Jason has the audacity to happily call out my name, as if he didn't just bring me into a room full of boys. “Come in~! You're the guest of honor~!”

Yeah… nothing about this looked honorable to me.

“Jason-” I try to protest, but he interrupts me. “Honey! You're just in time!” He pulled me farther into the room, the door shutting with an ominous click.

I tried to wrestle my way out of his hold, but the strength and height difference between us was too great for me to overcome. Before I even knew it, I was being bent down over a desk. A tie binding my wrists together as Jason lifts my skirt up. My eyes begin to tear up, what was he doing in front of all these people?!

“Jason-!” I get cut off with a slap to my ass, the pain significantly dulled since I still had my underwear on.

“Shhh~ You can't be screaming before it even starts~!” I couldn't see his face, but I can bet my non-existent life savings that he had a smug grin twisted on his lips right now. “Look at that~! Your body already knows what's going to happen~!”

I shiver as Jason rubs his finger over my panties, my discharge soaking more into the fabric as he continues to rub against my panties. I regretted wearing white, today— I was completely exposed the moment I dripped into them. A sob escapes from me as my ears heat up in shame.

“Fuck~ You're such a dirty, little slut~” Jason groans out, slowly peeling off my now wet panties. Showcasing my bare pussy to every single boy in the room. I only bury my face more into the desk when I hear groans sounding out in the room. “Look at you, you pathetic whore. You're dripping wet right now~ Do you like this~? Do you like that I'm doing this to you in front of all my friends?” Jason coos out, rubbing his index finger against my increasingly wet folds. I shudder at the sensation of his cold finger on something that's meant to be warm.

I didn't answer Jason, which was the wrong call. …Or maybe that was the right call. Especially since he grabs a fistful of my hair to force my face to turn to him. The pain made me let out an embarrassingly loud moan.

Jason only snickers, keeping a firm grip on my hair. “You're so weird for liking that, you know that?” He teases me as he begins to spread my thighs apart. “Such a dirty slut is only good for one thing.”

The way he worded that sentence made me start to panic. I was about to ask him what he meant, but he shoves my soaked panties into my mouth. I gag at the sudden intrusion, the taste of myself was apparent.

“Who wants to go first~?” Jason's words only made me panic even more, my head shaking in refusal. He only ignores my obvious refusal, just holding my head down on the desk as I cry. “Don't mind her. We all know how sensitive bitches can be.”

“Fuck it! I'm going first!” A boy volunteers, I didn't even recognize him for anything! Well… I don't really focus or remember faces that much, either.

I squirm as Jason holds me down, the sinister sound of a belt clattering onto the floor, and the sound of a zipper made me cry. Shit! What the hell is this?!

“Be good, Y/N~” Jason purrs out, running his fingers through my hair as a cruel contrast to whatever this was. “I just want everyone to know how good you feel~! Do you know how tiring it is whenever someone compares you to a dead fish in bed?” Jason sighs, he fucking sighs like he was a victim. My eye twitches in irritation, anger flooding my mind as I growl into my makeshift gag.

My anger is lost when the boy penetrates me just like that. I was lucky that I could get wet easily from the pain, but the few seconds at the start were nothing but pure agony. A muffled moan leaves me as my eyes roll back. My walls clenching onto the boy's dick tightly as I start dripping down my thighs.

“O-oh~! N-now I know why Jason keeps you around despite your bitchy attitude~!” The boy groans out, thrusting into me without any care. Should I be grateful that he was much smaller than Jason? What a small dick it was, or maybe it's just average? Jason has tainted my perspective on what a normal dick should be.

This was humiliating, especially since Jason was just looking at another boy fucking me. I wanted to just punch that smile off of him. You brought me here for this?!

“Haha! What's with that look?” Jason playfully pokes me on the cheek before snapping his finger to signal for another boy to get in front of me. He takes my panties out of my mouth, a thin trail of my saliva connecting me to the soiled fabric. “You'd look better with a cock down your throat~!”

I was about to snap at Jason, but a dick pressed itself against my cheek. “Put that in my mouth, and I swear that I'll bite it off.” I hissed out to the owner that was smearing pre-cum all over my cheek. Jason clicks his tongue, before he slapped my cheek hard enough for my head to turn to the side. I bite back a groan from the sting that stayed on my cheek.

“Be a good slut, and open wide.” Jason barks out, my mouth instinctively opening up obediently. It was honestly scary with how quick his mood shifts were.

…So now, I was being spit-roasted by two boys that I did not know at all. All while my boyfriend is watching us. …My life is going so great. My lungs were barely able to get enough air as I'm rammed into, from both ends. My tears falling down my face as the bitter taste of cum is obvious on my tongue.

I don't know how long it's been, but I knew what kind of damage my body took. Bitemarks and bruises covered large parts of my skin, my nipples swollen from being played with, and my neck had a purple ring around it for those who liked choking me. It was sickening to me when all I did was moan in pleasure from the pain. My bruised lips shamelessly continuing to whimper and whine.

“Fuck! Who the hell called Y/N a dead fish in bed?! She fucks like a porn star~!” One boy exclaims as he brutally fucks me in the pussy. My eyes rolled back as I stared at Jason, who was smiling at the sight. I came with a loud moan.

“Ah~! Y/N~ Oh, Y/N~ You look so cute under me~!” A perverted boy pants out as he uses my breasts to get off. Goosebumps run up my arms as he licks my cheek before sloppily making out with me. My eyes subconsciously drift to Jason, my boyfriend who was jacking off to the scene. I was starting to drip onto the floor at this point.

“You like that? Haha! You're so perverted~!” Another boy sadistically chuckles as he dryly penetrates me in the ass. My hands and knees on the floor as I moan in pain. My cheeks flushed into a bright red as blood started to trickle down my thighs. My head was shoved against the floor, so I didn't notice Jason's eyes looking at me in amusement. The intense pain causes me to squirt as my cheeks burn in shame.

“Oh~ Oh~ Oh~! Y/N~!” This boy didn't even penetrate me, he just smeared his cum all over my face. Cum dripping onto my blouse as he shoots his sperm into my open mouth. A giggle could be heard from Jason who was admiring my fucked-out expression. I obediently swallow down the cum, causing the boy to harden again.

“Shit. You were made for this, you slutty bitch.” I was gagged again, by a tie this time. The boy hate-fucking me because I was apparently rude to him. I'm technically rude to everyone, he's not special. My eyes roll back as his palm connects with my bare ass again. There was no way I was going to be able to sit properly afterward. Jason was just playing on his phone, looking uninterested at the scene. I reach yet another dry orgasm once the boy's dick hits my G-spot again.

“Aaahhhh~! Y/N~! I'm inside the cold goddess of the school~! So tight! You really do want me, huh?!” This one… He was almost like Jason in a way. My tongue lolled out as the back of my knees were on the boy's shoulders. The position allowed the boy to hit my cervix repeatedly, which made me whimper. I wasn't even paying attention to Jason at this point. My orgasms were just painful at this point, sobbing as my body trembled from my climax.

“Fucking hell~ You're just milking me at this point.” A boy groans out, surprisingly the most vanilla out of everyone. I was too sensitive by now, so even being in a missionary position was too much for me. Senseless babble leaving my lips as I cried out for Jason.

I started off protesting hard, but Jason made sure to reign me in every time I was acting ‘out of line.’ Eventually, I was completely moaning and begging for more.

“U-ugh. So disgusting-” I get slapped on the cheek.

“H-hey-! N-not in the ass-” My head is forcibly slammed against the wooden desk.

“O-oh no~” A warning squeeze is placed on my throat.

“M-more, please~! ♡” My head gets gently patted like a dog.

I was forced to skip my remaining classes since no one decided to go back to class. In the end, I was covered head to toe in semen and saliva. My entire body twitching as I laid sprawled out on the desk. There was only me and Jason left now, the other boys finally leaving after their turn was over.

“You looked so hot while cumming on another man's dick.” Jason whispers out, kissing my lips despite how dirty I was right now. “I'm so hard right now, seeing my slutty toy all filthy just for me~”

I let out a whimper when Jason forces my thighs open again, slowly inserting two of his fingers in me. “Shit. You're so loose now~” The perverted bastard starts to slowly scissor me, more sperm dripping down my thighs with every slow thrust of his fingers. I let out a whine as he swirls the cum inside of me, treating my bruised pussy like it was a stress toy.

The loud, wet noises only made me embarrassed. I was already stuck in my head, pleasure and pain being the only thing I was currently feeling. “J-Jason~” I moan out, arching my back as he just continues to play with the cum inside of me. He looked at my hole as if it was a fascinating object he would never get enough of.

“Fucking hell~ You're so loose. Oh God, I should just continue letting this happen. I can barely feel you clenching onto me!” Jason laughs out, continuing to finger me. I whimper at the feeling, too sensitive for any of this. “How did it feel, bitch? You got the whole football team in you right now!”

I could feel myself tear up again. That's right, I did. And I feel so dirty now.

“No one's going to want you anymore, now~! You're all mine! I'm the only one who can love such a cum dumpster like you!” Jason gloats out, still fingering me. I could only moan as I reached another painful, dry orgasm. My eyes rolling to the back of my head as I grit my teeth.

“Such a dirty, dirty whore. So loose, so, so adorable~!” Jason wraps his arms around me as he pulls me into his chest— not caring about the cum staining his clothes. “You're so hot. Now everyone knows that, too~!”

I just stayed limp in his arms, every part of my body was sore. This was definitely a great life.

A cut-off yelp left my lips as Jason kicked me to the ground. Tears in his eyes as if he was the one in pain, instead of me. The burning ache on my stomach begged to differ.

“Y/N… How could you ask that of me?” Jason cries out, wiping away the crocodile tears from his eyes. It was every bit as fake as him, but it looked so genuine. The well-timed sniffles, the red rims around his eyes, the way they swelled up— it was disgusting.

I glare at him, struggling to sit up as I clutch onto my stomach. Day after day, it's another man, or two, or three. All while Jason just watches, and jacks off. Why wouldn't I want to break up with my boyfriend-turned-pimp?

“N-no! You can't break up with me! I won't allow it!” He sobs out, kneeling down to be face-to-face with me. He shakily grips onto my shoulder as he stares into my eyes. “You were doing so well, baby. Why did you have to do this?”

Jason's eyes dim until nothing but shadows remain, my face paling in fear for what he'll do. “J-Jason-”

“You were doing so well…” Jason interrupts me, tears still falling down his face as he speaks. He lets go of my shoulders, but I can't even be relieved by that once he rolls up his sleeves. I wince at the sight of the horizontal scars littering the back of his forearms.

“Do you remember these, honey? You just made me sooooo sad that I had to do this. You made so many mistakes at the beginning.” Jason bitterly chuckles, taking out a switchblade from his pocket. He doesn't even hesitate when dragging the blade across his skin, yet another scar in my conscience. I could tell that it was a deep cut as well. Jason never did shallow ones.

“Jason-!” I scream out, knocking the blade out of his hands. My entire body trembles in fear as I wrap my arms around Jason. Partly to restrain him from harming himself further, and partly to remind myself that he was alive.

“This is your fault, baby. You just had to make me do this.” Jason says, his body limp in my hold. “You knew this would happen. Why would you do this to me? Do you hate me that much?”

I furiously shake my head, immediately revoking my words. “N-no- I-I won't break up with you, okay?! So stop it, already!” I beg Jason, terrified at the amount of blood that was slowly trickling down his arm.

I only grew more desperate when Jason stayed unresponsive. I shakily reach out to hold his hands in mine, not caring about the blood I got on my sleeves. “Honey- My love- P-please…” I sob out, alarmed by his silence. He just stays silent as I cry out to him. Pouring out every bit of my empathy and emotions into my pleas. I was scared, scared of losing him because of me.

I was so selfish. Why did I ever even entertain the idea of leaving my love?

I finally decided to bargain with him. “I-I won't complain anymore! I'll let anyone fuck me! I'll participate in as many orgies as you want! I'll smile at the camera as I spread my legs! Just don't do this anymore!”

My words finally get a response from Jason, a silent gesture of his arms wrapped tightly around my torso. A relieved sob leaves me as I continue to cry into his chest.

I NEED Jason. I NEED him to stay alive. I NEED to stay with him.

I WANT to leave.

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🦢Twitter Snooper 🦢 (Fem! Y/N/Tim Klitz) (1/?)

Word count: 837 (I know its short! Sry!)

Tags: Mature, profanity, overall pervy-ness from Eli, no actual use of Y/N, reader works for Onlyfans, fairly tame!(so far...)

"Hey guys!! Merry Christmas! I bought a set just for this season. I hope you all enjoy <3" The caption read. You were posed in a cheeky, lace lingerie set with green and red accents. You had been posting on twitter ever since you turned 18. You caught many peoples attention quickly, and it helped you realize a path you hadn't thought of until then. OnlyFans.

Twitter would be the perfect place to advertise it, and you would be making money off of something you already enjoyed doing.

That's how everything started. Klitz’s eyes shot open, mouth hung, pupils darting from Eli to Matt.

“Hey Klitz, you good man?” Eli chortled, eyebrows askew. “Yeah you seem a little shook up” Matt agreed.

“Yeah I’m fine! Just another stupid thing Elon is doing.” He wittily replied, coming up with a lie as fast as he could. Eli was the one who suggested to scroll Twitter when he got bored of the porn tapes he “studied” for film school.Klitz’ s eyes shot open, mouth hung, pupils darting from Eli to Matt. Klitz agreed just to get himself away from watching it with his friends on a big screen, at least this way he could have a little bit of privacy. That is when he came across your picture. He didn’t even recognize you until he opened up the picture fully just to see your face greeting him.

“Hey, I’m gonna go get a drink, want anything?” He timidly questioned the tripod.

“Yeah just a Dr. Pepper.”

He shifted his way towards the kitchen. Phone still open in his hand, hidden against the cloth of his khakis. He opened the fridge door, a little more security between him and the living room. He lifted his phone, opening your profile. He inspected your bio, profile picture, and even your banner just to make sure he wasn’t imagining things. Your profile pic was you with a soft, pink filter wearing a bikini top with pastel, heart shaped cups. Your banner was a pattern of those candy hearts with phrases like “Lick me” and “Cutie”.

Your bio simply said: “Miss me! Miss me! Now you gotta kiss me! ~<3”

He stood there trembling, feeling so hot even in the cooling air of the open refrigerator. He imbedded your username into his memory, taking a screenshot just in case. He grabbed the drinks and headed towards the living room.

• • •

Klitz’ s phone buzzed. At first, just a quick *bzzzt* then silence, he decided to ignore it when suddenly the buzzing became rapid. Klitz gave in and opened his phone, greeted with Eli’s name sprawled across his screen a numerous amount of times. He opened the text.

(Eli:) Dude “something with Elon”??? Bullshit. What good shit did you find??

(Eli:) Im being dead serious dude, what did you find??

(Eli:) Istg answer me dumb fuck

(Eli:) wait, was it someONE?????

(Eli:) OH MY GOD DUDE WHO WAS ON TWITTER?

(Eli:) ARE THEY INTO YOU? ARE YOU GOING TO FINALLY NOT BE PUSSYLESS KLITZ???

(Eli:) wait. No i cant lose my virginity after YOU. Im coming over.

(Klitz:) First of all, no girl was hitting on me. Second of all, dont come over. Im studying and dont need more of a distraction than you are already providing me. Third of all, Its my phone, my business, my shit. See you at school tomorrow.

Right as he hit send, the “bing” was accompanied by the “ding-dong” of the doorbell.

He opened the door to a playfully aggressive Eli and perplexed Matt. Eli pushed Klitz into the living room and onto the couch, spewing out ridiculous accusations along the way.

“You can’t lose your virginity first, that’s not happening, I’m not going to let that happen!” Eli spat, pacing the room, punctuating the sentence with pointedly wagged fingers towards Klitz.

Matt’s ears perked up.

“Wait, Klitz do you have a girlfriend?” He interjected between the interrogation scene.

“Guys, no. I don’t have a girlfriend, no one is hitting on me, I’m no where close to losing my virginity soon! Leave me alone Eli, and check your texts, geez.”

Klitz put his hands up in defense and defeat.

Eli’s eyebrow quirked up.

“You still haven’t answered if you saw anyone you recognized.” He prodded.

The room fell silent then erupted with wise words from Eli.

“So you did see some puss!” He whisper shouted while scrunching Klitz’s shirt, shaking him about on the couch.

“Ok! Ok! I will make a deal with you. If you leave right now and don’t blow up my phone, I will tell you at school. Deal?”

Klitz bargained with the horndog, which was immediately accepted with full enthusiasm as a hand came down to Klitz’s, shaking it jarringly.

“Deal!” He exclaimed with immense force. He quickly hurried Matt and himself out of the house, feeling as if they got out fast, the truth would get to him faster.

Klitz flopped sideways on the couch with a sigh. He opened his phone and into his twitter.

He had a lot of “studying” to catch up on.

Authors note: This was supposed to be posted around christmas, sorry it's so late! This is just one chapter! Im not sure how long the series will go on. I hope you enjoy! :)