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be-my-ally · 1 year ago

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A Tour of the Penthouse

ugh naming one-shots is the bane of my existence. I'm terrible at coming up with titles.

Hello! I am back! not that I ever left, but I've been on a bit of a writing break the past few weeks - not intentionally I might add, so I am mighty pleased to be *inspired* and writing again. Much more in the pipeline coming soon, but first, a fun little smutty 1973 vegas one night one-shot!

warnings: 18+, p in v, oral (v receiving), mirrors... that's it folks, short and basic but hopefully still hot! this doesn’t feel super elvis-y to me but i think that might be the self-doubt creeping in after it being so long since i last posted (i hope)!

For the prompt: “No. Don’t talk to her like that."

pairing: 1973 Elvis x female reader (note: photos below are from the stax studios sessions in memphis July 22nd about 2 weeks before the vegas dates this fic is set in, but if he was willing to wear velour in tennessee in july, I don't see why not in vegas in august).

wc: 4.4k

You’d had the fantasy, the idea of being plucked out of the audience, the concept of a tap on the shoulder; “Please, miss, come with us.” But you’d known that was purely fantastical. You’d not been handpicked to be here this evening, you’d handily bumped into the brother of your best friend’s husband - a tenuous link if ever there was one who’d happily offered you an evening’s entertainment after you’d embarrassingly admitted you’d come to Vegas alone in the vain hope of scoring an Elvis ticket. The embarrassment waned pretty fast though when he’d apologised for not being able to do better than a back of the balcony seat, but that, perhaps because you’d sounded so embarrassed or pathetic, he knew someone with a standing invite to “not an after-party, just, casual drinks after the show.” Even so, you’d not believed you’d get anywhere near Elvis himself. Yet, somehow here you were, drink in hand, being flirted with (inexplicably terribly) by one of his entourage as you pretended not to be solely focused on his friend and boss, talking mere feet away. He suddenly whirls around to you, talking loudly to the man in front of you,

“No. Don’t talk to her like that, man, c’mon.” Elvis shakes his head, “You gotta do it right if you’re gonna try.” The thin man, his name escaping you as entirely inconsequential now you’re being faced with Elvis himself, takes a step back as Elvis practically pushes him to the side, taking his place directly in front of you, hand brushing your arm in greeting. “ Just ignore him hon.” You nod, a little starstruck at being so close to him, having watched him from the balcony earlier that night it was almost a little jarring to go from such distance to so close. The top of his head and bridge of his nose had been more visible to you than anything else, the novelty of now being able to see up his nose one of the many thoughts rapidly running through your head. Oh God, how did I end up here? And, Lord, is that really Elvis talking to me? Competed to be at the forefront of your mind, although admittedly along with Is he really wearing velvet velour in Vegas?

“Oh, I’ll do my best! If you say so, Sir!” Sir? To be faced with him in all his physical glory - velour and all, was hindering your ability to form thought or words. He chuckles at you, seemingly finding your obviously flustered state endearing, while nudging the other man again,

“Now - before I had ta step-in and save ya, what was he promisin’ ya? A tour?” The other nods sheepishly, as you agree,

“Oh - uh, yes, um your, uh, friend - uhh, sorry, what was it again? Oh uh, Red here, was saying he could take me to have a look around the showroom, while it was empty-like. If uh, if I was interested.” You cringe internally as you feel yourself stumbling over your words. Elvis scoffs, rolling his eyes beneath tinted glasses.

“The showroom? That was the best you could do, huh boy?” He shakes his head in seeming exasperation, turning back to you to ask, “You ever wanted to see a dressing room… or uh, my suite?” Of course you have, who wouldn’t have done?

“Oh. Well, I uh, I can’t say I’ve considered it before.” You wince internally, trying to keep your outer expression neutral, was that seriously your best reply?

“No? Well honey, I’ll have to take you back and show you some time.” You can’t help the giggles escaping, nor the slight snort that preceded them - too utterly flustered to worry about playing it cool.

“C’mon EP, that’s not playin’ fair, you’re practically bribing the poor girl.” Red says it almost without thinking, and you can see the nerves play out on his face, hoping Elvis would react the way he’d intended.

“Bribing?” He scoffs, “With you as the competition,” sneering he turns back to you, “go on then, doll, who’d you pick? Me or this ol’ lug?” He puffs out his chest as if showing off.

“Well, uh, Mr. Uh. Mr West. You’re very nice and all, but -“ Red laughs in response,

“Don’t worry darlin’, I knew I was fighting a losin’ battle soon as he stepped over here.” He nods, “I’ll try my luck over there, you two enjoy your night.” He smiles, although you can tell he’s a little put out. Elvis looks pleased with himself, hip cocked and hand inserted into his bright gold belt, seemingly waiting for you to have something else to say.

“That - that’s not the outfit you were wearing earlier.” If you could smack yourself right now, you would; of course it wasn’t the same outfit, why would he stay in a stage costume all night, you wish you could take the words back but Elvis smiles, a little ruefully, pulling his hand from his belt to run it through his hair.

“Well honey,” He drawls out the endearment, elongating the syllable break, as if debating whether to tell you, or perhaps an attempt at making his voice sound even more appealing. “It’s, a bit embarrassin’ to admit, but… I’ve got a bit of a habit of splitting my pants…” He looks at you, solemnly shaking his head, “Just you know, with all the movin’ and shakin’ on stage, I seem to go through a lot of them. Made it through the show alright tonight, but apparently climbing down them stairs off the stage at the end was too much for ‘em.”

“Oh.” Your eyes widen as you take that in for a second, mind gone as you imagine the white crystallised suit of earlier, splitting down the seam and then all the way down his legs, imagining it falling off of him completely, him stood nude and glorious against the spotlight of the stage. You realise he was still talking, “Huh? Sorry - What’d you say?” Elvis rolls his eyes,

“I said, listen, how’s about you come and take a look? Are you any good with a needle?” You’re slow to the uptake when being faced with his southern drawl and seemingly random question and you panic for a second; he’s still looking at you, watching your expressions with unblinking eyes beneath his lavender shades, you can’t think of what to say in response, such an easy question, but what level of skill does he even need? You gape at him until he finally seems to take pity, shrugging a little,

“S’alright if you’re not, it’s just my fingers, I’ve never got the hang of it,” He lowers his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, “My ma tried, but I can never thread it quite right.” He mimes trying to thread a needle, comedically - tongue out, and one eye closed. You burst out laughing, mostly from sheer relief from being able to form thought again. “You must at least know how to hem?”

You nod, a little offended, “Of course! I made this dress!” He looks you up and down, and you feel yourself stand up a little straighter, an almost subconscious reaction to his looking, while smoothing the pockets down as surreptitiously as you can for his inspection.

“Made it fill out just right too.” You squirm on the spot in response, you can’t work out if you should be offended at being reduced to essentially free labour, or that you somehow find it totally acceptable just because he’s made your tummy flip with that one little sentence.

“Well, you know, just thought maybe, maybe I could just get you to take a look and let me know what you think I should do.”

“Oh uh, sure thing - Yes, absolutely, I could do that.” He grins at you, in reward for your compliance, before pressing a hand into the small of your back, directing you to the elevator.

It’s overwhelming, the feel of being with him in such a confined space, focussed on the door in front of you for the mere seconds between floors. It’s all you can do to keep yourself together, the smell of him, the feel of his hot palm still against your back making your thighs clench. Elvis seems to be in a world of his own, fingers gently rubbing your back, humming under his breath. You’re not quite sure why you’re both pretending you really were going to look at a torn jumpsuit. But when you start to follow that line of thought you can feel your heart-rate increasing and panic start to rise - it’s not that you don’t want to do whatever he has in mind, just that you’ve never done this causally before. All you can do is quickly attempt to distract yourself by curiously assessing the decor.

Somehow though, mere minutes later, small talk and short tour over, you find yourself sitting at his dressing table, jumpsuit in hand as you peer at the split straight along the seam of the crotch.

“Well, er, Elvis, here’s the thing - I think it might be beyond repair - or, at least it’s beyond what I can do with a travel kit.” He nods, solemnly, from over your shoulder, his sideburn hair tickling your cheek, and hands starting to span across your ribs.

“Hmm, guess I’ll have to send it to get mended then,” He tugs it out of your grip, balling it up and throwing it off to the side.

“Oh, well - yes, I’m sure someone will be able to - oh!” His hands creep further around your ribcage, until he’s just ever so slightly brushing his fingers further against your breasts. You shiver as his breath gets heavier on your, puff of laughter at your immediate physical reaction sending goosebumps across your exposed skin. He brushes your hair out of the way, gently tucking it behind the other ear, while his other hand remains spanning your ribs, thumb moving in delicate small circles. The small part of your brain not totally preoccupied solely with the sensation of him behind you wonders if you should be doing something yourself, turning around maybe, but before you can move you feel him lean back in to your neck, lips barely two inches from your skin.They brush against your ear and you squirm away, shuddering a little.

“Oh,” Elvis laughs, “That’s a no for that, huh, sweetheart. I’ll have to pull out my special moves for you then.” You nod, rapidly, starting to explain that he definitely should pull out any and all moves just nowhere near your ears, but as you’d swung your head up you’d made thunking contact with his nose.

“Shit! Son-of-a-mother -“ He swears loudly as he takes a sudden step backwards, knocked off balance, and you whirl around apologies tumbling out of your mouth,

“Oh god, oh, god I’m so sorry.” He’s pulling his glasses off of his face, a red mark spreading from the bridge of his nose up to between his eyebrows where your head had knocked them hard against his soft skin. “Oh god! Your face!” He blinks at you for a moment, rubbing at the redness, before his face breaks into a crooked grin.

“Can’t say I’ve bumped noses in a while.” He’s still rubbing the spot even while he’s joking and you can’t bring yourself to laugh with him, the embarrassment rolling down your spine, your cheeks turning red to match his.

“Oh god, maybe I should just go,” You stand from the chair, looking around for your purse, “I don’t know what I was thinking - this is clearly a sign, I’ll be out of your hair in a moment.” He rushes to stop you, hand grabbing your forearm,

“No, no, please, look - I’m fine now,” He gestures to his face, “bet it won’t even bruise.” You shake your head, “No, look, we just needta be face to face.” His hands grip your waist, eyes telling you to stay, and once he’s sure you’ll stay in place, he brings his hands up to cup your cheeks, “See, you can’t headbutt me from here, just needed to look at each-other.” You nod, gently, barely moving your head.

“Well, you might be right,” His thumb brushes over your lips, hand moving to clasp the back of your neck, drawing you closer. You stumble towards him until you’re pressed against his front, so close that you’re practically inside his jacket, resting against his shirt.

Your eyes fall closed as his lips meet yours, he’s hungry for it, capturing your mouth, tugging your lip between his teeth. You feel a little like you’re being devoured, melting against him, his other hand moving to your ribs again clutching you to him and holding you upright. You stumble backwards when he starts to walk forwards, still gripping your body and still pressing his lips against yours.

He pushes you back onto the bed, leaving you to scrabble backwards up towards the pillows, watching him strip his jacket off. He immediately goes for his shirt, rapidly unbuttoning it. He’s slimmer than you thought, all tan lean corded muscle, with just a little layer of fat over his stomach and you find your mouth watering as you take in the soft covering of his chest hair. He seems to assess the situation for a moment, before unbuckling his belt, taking his plush velvet trousers off, unveiling his lack of underwear, half-hard cock flopping out.

You try to swallow your moan, he looks you over, reassuring; “Don’t worry, I got the sound locked darlin’. S’not like the house, but it’s good enough. You can be as loud as you like.” You almost immediately put it to the test when he hikes your dress up to your waist, exposing your panties, yelp escaping. You stare up at the red canopy, breath hitching as you take in the mirrored ceiling - you can’t take your eyes off of it, watching Elvis’ naked back, the small scattering of moles as he moves. His hands curl around, deftly unzipping your dress even from underneath you, loosening it enough to pull it off. Your head rolls back, watching your nakedness be slowly unveiled. You’ve never been body shy but somehow being unable to look anywhere but at yourself makes you a little self-conscious, and you’re glad when Elvis moves himself back up to be covering you.

“What’d ya want honey?” He slides a hand down, pressing a long, masculine finger against the soft cotton of your panties. “You going all shy on me?” You shake your head,

“No, no - I don’t, I don’t know,” He pushes the fabric into you, gathering the wetness already pooling there, wet patch slowly spreading. “Take - take ‘em off, let me, need them off Elvis, please.” He grins, finding your slight desperation amusing,

“Hmm…but they look so pretty doll,” He circles your clit through the fabric, “You sure?” You nod,

“Uh-huh, please -“ He hooks his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down your legs, getting you fully nude. He chucks them onto the floor and you flush at the sound of the wet fabric hitting the floor. Elvis soon distracts you though, resting on his elbow alongside you, pointing out how you look in the mirror.

His hand drifts over your bare stomach, somehow gently but firmly brushing over your skin and up to your chest, large sweeping circles - your breath catching as his hand trails closer and closer to you breast, rings warmed by the heat of his hand rubbing against your skin. Every time you think he’s going to touch you, properly, he returns to circle your stomach and if you could form a thought you’d ask him to speed it up, but as it is his mouth is attaching to your collarbone, gently sucking down, little bruises forming. Finally, your back arches to meet him. He finally brushes his fingers over your nipple, tickling, you gasp as he lightly pinches one, an immediate jolt of heat to your core. His hands brush down your sides, leaving you panting, before he wriggles down, pulling your legs with him, so that you slide down the bed, situating himself between your thighs. He runs his hand through his hair, finger-combing the fluffy hair backward, eyebrow arching,

“You ok with this baby?” You nod, not quite able to believe Elvis Presley is offering to go down on you but there he is, gripping your thighs, placing his head between your legs. “C’mere then.” He kisses the soft skin there, a little line across to the crease of your thigh. His breath tickles and your thighs tense in response. He murmurs something you don’t quite catch before he moves to press a kiss right above your clit. His fingers move from your legs, one hand remaining where it was, the other coming to stroke your labia, spreading your inner folds, feeling where your slick is already sticking your skin together.

“Lawd, hon-ey, you always get this soppin’ wet?”

“Oh god, Elvis, I haven’t - no-one’s ever,” You can feel him chuckle, the vibration making you gasp, but he doesn’t respond, simply wets his lips and dives in. His hands hold you open for him, and he manhandles your legs to keep them open and apart, your burning core on display for him. He flicks between lapping at your inner and outer folds, his fingers coming up to replace his tongue, scissoring into you, so that he can lick up to your clit, sucking onto the sensitive bundle of nerves.He’s clearly skilled, and the wetness, the newness of it - the shock of it all only adds to your growing heat; and the way you feel yourself start to tremble as the sensation grows.

Your hands clutch at the sheets, trying to avoid gripping his head even as your hips thrust up in response to his tongue spearing into you. You can’t look away from the image of his head between your thighs, enjoying the way his back ripples and how when he pulls back the bridge of his nose and eyebrows become visible. Reminding you who it is between your thighs, as if you could forget from the feel of his famed lips. His tongue licks its way up and down your folds, before tongue-fucking into you. His fingers move back as soon as he moves his tongue away, constantly touching you in some way. Your hips jolt and he moves his mouth up to suck on your clit; everything coming to be too much. He licks you through it, your stomach clenching as the pressure grows out from your core, orgasm starting to fizz through your veins, ringing in your ears.

You shudder as it hits, Elvis leaning back a little, rubbing gently with his fingers, your hips rolling in pure pleasure, until he leans in again to kitten-lick your sticky, wet, skin. Your thighs suddenly slam together of their own accord, and you feel his cheek on your thigh before you hear his “oof” at the sudden impact.

“Oh god, not again.” You try to sit up to apologise but you’re still breathless, and with your core still tensing from your orgasm you struggle to even manage to get onto your elbows. “Oh-no.” Elvis pops his head up, so you can both see each other properly, growling at you. Your head rolls back at the sight of him, sweaty upper lip and a mix of unidentifiable shiny wetness on his chin.

“You are trouble.” He quirks a grin, as if to ensure you know he’s at least half-kidding, shaking his head at you, “‘m starting to think I needta tie you down if I don’t wanna be battered.” You gasp, back arching and he chuckles at your visceral reaction. “Not right now though, huh, gotta - wanna be in you.” You nod frantically, affirmative words spilling out of your mouth. He slides back down to rest his head between your legs, holding your thighs open with a tight grip.

“Now, you be nice to lil Elvie, you hear me?” He whispers right against your sensitive folds, breath tickling, talking directly to your vagina, as if it might behave of its own volition, “I don’t think you have hands… or legs… but just in case. No more hittin’ me. Got it? I ain’t afraid to make you behave.” You burst out laughing when he does a high-pitched voice in response to himself, “Yes, sir, Elvis, sir, I’ll behave.” making it seem as if your vagina had just agreed with him. He’s smiling when he pushes himself back up, pulling himself to flop down on the bed at the same height as you, before rolling over, pushing an elbow onto the other side. He tugs on his cock for a second, before lining himself up, sinking into your hot, soaking, heat.

He groans, pressing into you as you adjust to his length within you, feeling the sweat on his chest rub against your skin. He’s slow at first, building up to forcefully thrusting into you, famous hips moving at speed.

“God, you’re tight, don’t do this often do ya honey?” You shake your head, and then nod, trying to respond, “Not too tight though huh, doll, you’re just - just perfect. Perfect for me.” He punctuates each sentence with a hard thrust, your response catching in your throat - practically choking yourself. He drags you back against him, hands gripping your hips. Jolting your body back and forth as he slams into you, shifting you to fuck into you at just the right angle. You have no idea what noises were coming out of your mouth, only that you were certainly babbling something. He seemed incapable of silence himself, a stream of curses and praises continually falling out of his lips.

He pauses in his thrusts, preoccupying himself with stroking a finger the length of your vulva, feeling where your bodies are joined. Your eyes fall closed, lost in the sensation of him. He moves back again, sliding his hand up to brush his thumb across your already sensitive clit, your back arching in response. He grunts above you, his thumb keeping pace, and his cock thrusting in at the same speed. It doesn’t take long before the way he’s knocking perfectly into your already sensitive core sends you into orgasm again, clenching down on him and shuddering, your mouth agape and your eyes shuttering closed as the waves of pleasure crash over you.

He drags you back from it, hips stuttering at a rapid pace, lasting only a minute before you can feel him jumping inside you, his face screwed up tight, mouth opening as he rapidly pulls out, shooting his cum across your stomach. He groans in pleasure, and you tip your head up to meet him, kissing him as aggressively as you can manage in your post-orgasmic state. By the time he pulls away, rolling off to the side and flopping onto his back, both of your lips are bitten and red-raw. You make eye contact in the mirror, watching both of your chests heave as you try to form coherent thoughts again. He’s covered in sweat, fluffy hair starting to curl at the ends with the exertion of it all, and you stare at your own flushed state for a moment, wondering how on earth you’d ended up here.

“So, don’t needta tie you down then, honey, just gotta tire you out.” Elvis’ voice was gravelly, and you murmured an agreement,

“I don’t normally flail so much.” You admit, somewhat jokingly. He grins, rolling onto his side to rub your stomach, avoiding his cooling ejaculate,

“Oh so I’m just special huh?” You nod,

“You must know that.” He stares at you, and you try to convey with your eyes the depth of feeling by which you mean it, not wanting to scare him by saying it out loud. You think he gets it though, when the next moment he’s smiling a little bashfully before rolling off the bed and stretching beside it. You take the chance to assess him all over again, now that the heat and speed from before is over, taking your opportunity to drink him all in, from the tan line high on his thigh, to the slight swell of his tummy all the way up to his little nipples, and to the slight shadow forming on his chin. He seems to appreciate the attention for a minute, smirking at you, before he wanders off to the ensuite,

“You hanging around for a lil bit, sweetheart? D’you wanna come to the show again tomorrow?” You wonder if it was intentional that he’d ask this where he couldn’t see your expression, calling out from the bathroom as he starts to turn on the water. But, in what world, in what universe could anyone turn down such an offer.

“If you’re inviting me!” He hums back in response and you feel a giggle rise in you at the next thought that pops into your head, “‘sides, got a promise of a tour didn’t I - Red’ll be expecting me.” You hear the faucet suddenly turn off, although the shower stays running and the next thing you know he’s striding out from the ensuite at that, bouncing you on the bed from the force of his jump onto it, growling as he pins your squirming, laughing self down, his knees on either side of you. He’s struggling to maintain a straight face as he manages to capture both of your wrists in one hand, the other tickling your sides as best he can,

“You better not. You want a tour, I’ll give you a tour. You hear me, little girl?” His hands feel like he’s only playing but his face was deadly serious - you nod rapidly in agreement,

“Yes, yes, Elvis - yes, I was only kiddin’ I swear!” You manage to make out through your giggles and he growls again, ceasing the tickling and pressing a kiss to your cheek, still practically smothering you, leaving little teasing nibbles down your neck.

“Fuckin’ Red.” He mutters against your skin,

“I swear I was only messin’ with you.” He huffs, but nonetheless kisses your lips once more, before releasing your hands and clambering off. He holds out a hand,

“C’mon - the shower will be hot now. Get you all clean and tucked up in my bed, somewhere no-one else can try and steal you.” You grin as you allow yourself to be pulled up, happily going with him and excited to see what the next day’ll bring.

#elvis fanfic #elvis smut #elvis x reader #big daddy elvis #elvis x you #elvis presley x reader #writing prompt game #elvis presley fanfiction #be-my-ally

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hoffmanxfurthermore · 1 year ago

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Right Now, You're Feeling Helpless... Pt. 2

Disclaimer: I am aromantic and have never actually experienced what being in love is like. So honestly have no idea what I am writing abt haha. But I tried my best!!

Content: Fluff, aftercare, mention of abuse, pain, cussing.

You awaken peacefully the next morning to Mark wrapping his arm around you and kissing you.

"Mmm good morning," you say softly as you wake up, slowly opening your eyes to look into his.

You smell coffee, Mark must have woken up early and made some. You sit up in bed, groaning softly because you're sore from the night before.

"Oh my god..." Mark says, shocked. He reaches out to touch your arms, then slowly pulls the blanket back and gasps.

Your thighs have huge purple bruises on them from his knees. The back of your knees are a little bruised from him pinning your legs back. Little purple dots littered your inner thighs from his fingertips. You have purple marks on your wrists in the perfect shape of his fingers, as well as red welts from the handcuffs. A piece of your skin is even broken in one spot.

"Fuck..." he whispers, "i..."

"It's okay Mark," you turn to face him, "I don't care. I loved it. I love it when you're rough with me. You're the only one I've ever trusted enough to do that with. It hurts, but not in a bad way."

Mark thinks back to his sister, and how she was murdered by her abusive boyfriend. His heart drops when he looks at your purple skin, he thinks of the marks and bruises Seth would leave. His sister was his only family, so after she died, he went through a deep depression and became an alcoholic. He was hurting people. When he met you, he made a vow to change. He was happy again. He never wanted to hurt you in any way. All he wanted was to protect you and make you happy.

"You slowed down when I needed you to. You didn't do anything I didn't like. You listened to me," you continue, and you mean every word.

He believes you, and he trusts you. He knows you wouldn't say it just to make him feel better. Wrapping you in a hug, he sighs.

You love how safe you feel in his arms. With him in general.

"How do you feel? Physically. Please be honest."

"My legs and wrists hurt. My lower back, my..." You gesture between your hips.

Without a word, Mark picks up your arms as if they're the most delicate flowers.

Starting from your wrists, he slowly kisses his way over your body, softly kissing each mark he left on you. You close your eyes and smile.

Once he's done, he gets off the bed and pulls a pair of sweatpants over his bare body. You're feeling so warm, fuzzy, and loved, hardly noticing the pain at all now.

You must have drifted back to sleep, because the next thing you know Mark is gently shaking you awake.

"Come on," he whispers, gently helping you up. He leads you to the bathroom as you scratch your inner thighs, flicking off bits of dried cum from the night before.

Your legs are sore and shaky as you walk into the bathroom attached to the main bedroom. But Mark is holding onto you so you don't fall.

The bathroom is lit only by the sunlight shining in from the small window, and a candle burning on the counter. Your favourite scent, vanilla. The bathtub is filled with water, topped with lots of bubbles. Next to the tub sat a tray with some ibuprofen and a large cup of iced coffee.

"Mark," you say softly, turning to face him, "you didn't have to do all this."

He leans down to kiss you, and says "relax, while I go get us breakfast." He helps you into the tall claw footed tub. As you sink down into the hot, but not too hot, bubbly water, he hands you your phone.

You feel so lucky to be with Mark. He isn't around a lot, but when he is, he never fails to make you feel loved.

You pull up your music app, turn on your favourite band, and reach over to swallow the ibuprofen with a sip of your iced coffee. As sink down so the water is touching your chin, you sigh happily as the hot water soothes your sore body.

Your mind wanders back to last night, and you wonder how you got so lucky.

#saw #detective hoffman #mark hoffman #costas mandylor #mark hoffman x reader #fanfic

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thefloatingwriter · 3 months ago

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I feel like i submit a lot of asks so I apologise but oh my god do you have any more beetee and wiress thoughts individually or as a couple idm id be blessed with anything. I've never met someone who is also passionate about them and it makes me SO HAPPY

absolutely never apologize for sending me asks, especially if they’re about beetee and wiress. seriously they make me physically ill i’m so obsessed with them. honestly i just appreciate that i've found other people who are also insane about them!! send me as many asks as you want, i will always answer and i love you for them 💗💗

okay if you really want to hear me yap you should go to this post, which is basically every single thought i have ever had about district Three and all of its inhabitants. i am also working on my D3 tribute list, which is taking a lot of time and work since it’s really depressing to have to work on it but i’m working on it! <3

Beetee:

all of my beetee hcs and thoughts (well, most of them) will be compiled in my fic about him. but i’m sure i can think of some more without spoiling everything…

he really liked superheroes when he was younger. he thought that the idea of someone whose sole purpose in life was to save people was really cool.

he tends to hyper-focus on things when he’s stressed, agitated, or trying not to think about something.

his aunt on his mother’s side and uncle on his dad’s side both went into the hunger games, the 16th and the 14th respectively.

his hair can get really long during the off season or when he’s not in the Capitol. his prep team always has a heart attack over the “state he let his hair come to” as if he had let a bird lay eggs in it or something.

in relation to that: adeline sometimes braids it when she needs something to do with her hands.

in terms of victors, he was preceded by Paris Sanford of One and succeeded by Stella Fairchild of Four.

he’s particularly close with Paris (see this post!) honestly, their relationship is really important to the general plot of… everything basically.

Wiress:

she was considered a knife expert in Three, especially with throwing knives, due to it being an activity she performed at her mother’s circus. for obvious reasons, it helped her a lot in the games.

she got a training score of nine. the only reasons she wasn’t immediately chased by careers was because of the girl from seven’s training score of ten.

she has insanely long hair, like almost hitting the top of her thighs long. she had to crudely use a knife to chop most of it off during her first games, but she grew it back out after she won.

her district partner was her ex-boyfriend who had cheated on her. she refused to shake his hand when their escort told them to since she “didn’t know where his hand had been”.

she’s either dressed extremely regally with gowns and expensive jewelry and heels or she looks like she just rolled out of bed. there’s absolutely no in between.

she’s addicted to shitty capitol reality tv.

she’s preceded by Zircon (“Conner”) Lewis from One and succeeded by Wattson Amott from Five.

Beetee and Wiress:

the most important thing to remember about beetee and wiress’ relationship is that they started as the strangest situationship in the history of mankind.

half of the victors are also convinced they have never left this stage of their relationship, but a lot of the younger victors are like convinced that the two are just really good friends and haskell is just like ??? no???? it’s common knowledge that they’ve been fucking for like two decades?????

but anyways… wiress couldn’t sleep after her victory and for some reason beetee was the only person who made her feel safe enough to fall asleep for more than half an hour so they both started sleeping in the same house, same room, same bed… before they were even close to the romantic stage of their relationship.

wiress catches feelings because… well, it’s wiress. but beetee is completely emotionally repressed (we love that for him) so he just pretends he doesn’t notice.

beetee has a lot of trouble accepting love from anyone, and it takes him a few years before he gets used to the thought of anyone being in love with him. and, of course, it’s even more complicated in practice…

basically it takes them like nine years for beetee to finally be like “hey… i think i’m in love with you…” and of course wiress is completely flabbergasted by this while everyone else is like “that’s been painfully obvious for at least five years where have you been??”

i mentioned on a post a few days back that their relationship is really complicated in a lot of people’s eyes and here’s why: the capitol doesn't know they’re together. like at all. i mean snow does but snow knows everything so that’s obvious. but seriously there’s a running debate with beetee fans (you can not tell me that capitol citizens don’t have favorite victors bc i’m right) over if he’s dating anyone and if he is who. and then the top answers are always either paris or wiress… so those two fanbases just absolutely despise each other. and so everyone expects wiress and paris to hate each other… honestly it’s just a convoluted mess lol.

wiress wore her wedding ring during her interview for the 75th hunger games and the capitol absolutely went batshit over it. (and caesar flickerman probably lost like twenty years on his lifespan that night too lol).

then beetee follows her, talks about how the quell should be examined for legality for about five seconds, then just starts yapping about how amazing his wife is and caesar is just sitting there like 🪑😶.

thank you so much for the ask!! seriously never hesitate to come rant in my inbox, i love receiving asks especially if they’re about these weird scientists in love 💗💗

#dayne answers #dayne talks #thg #the hunger games #beetee latier #wiress #wiress thg #dayne’s beetee tag #dayne’s wiress thoughts (TM)#beetress

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ethanhuntfemmefatale · 1 year ago

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I have not watched Rock of Ages but I after scrolling past your pinned post with the big claim 'i don't think i've ever seen a musician represented properly in media like this' a couple times I went fine. I'll bite. And watched Pour Some Sugar on Me. and oh my are you Correct. I hear this film kinda sucks. Tom Cruise shrugged and went well that won't stop me. and now just about every good musician movie ever has to live with the fact that they cannot attain to the entertainment value or realism or commentary on concert as performance that is the silly little song pour some sugar on me in the pretty bad film rock of ages.

Anon I am shaking your hand. Thank you for being so correct. That is exactly it. Rock of ages is in fact a pretty bad film and when you watch it you can sense the shame and resignation in every single actor’s performance—except for TC who really said maybe the movie sucks but I could never ✨💅 I love that he agreed to do the movie because he just really wanted to do a musical, of course he wanted to do a musical! the man is a performer and his style of camp is perfectly suited to the musical format! And like you pointed out with Stacee he leans heavily into the performer-playing-a-performer-playing-a (etc) aspect of the role, you can see in each song how he explores that aspect for Stacee in different ways. there’s of course a metanarrative element too, as a great admirer of TC I would never disrespect his craft by suggesting he’s basing Stacee off of himself, but when you’re watching a TC movie 99 times out of 100 in analysis you have to keep in mind that this character is played by Tom Cruise. Stacee Jaxx is a legendary performer played by a legendary performer. He has personas on personas on personas, so much mythos crammed into not a lot of screen time.

For this post I’ll just talk about pour some sugar on me cause you haven’t seen the movie anon but at some point I’m probably going to write a longer rant post about my thoughts on stacee’s arc as a whole

I loveeee the way the song functions in the movie because to me it’s the moment where it’s possible to understand Stacee for the first time. Stacee is fucking confusing in the beginning of the movie, TC’s performance makes him hard to parse and off putting, and then when you see him on stage at least for me there’s this sense of everything clicking into place...you understand how Stacee could be a rock god, and a sex god, and a reluctant sex god, and a burnout, because for the first time you realize that he is not primarily any one of those things. Primarily, he is just a damn good musician. In Pour Some Sugar on Me, I’m so struck by Stacee’s sheer effortless competence. I could write odes to TC’s physicality in that song, not just because he’s gorgeous (he is) but because of how routine it all looks. It’s clearly deeply ingrained in Stacee’s body to go through these motions, it's practiced to the point of instinct, it's controlled, it's beautiful, and he's completely invested in the performance to the exclusion of everything else. It’s obvious from watching him that there’s not a single thought in his head except perfect execution and the adrenaline and power rush that comes with it (I adore the manic gleam of his eyes when he sings ‘do you take sugar?’ not to mention the return of that expression at the end, when he seems dazed, completely out of it and totally satisfied). He's pure function. You understand for the first time that the point of Stacee Jaxx is not to be a human being, but to perform.

It makes the “reluctant sex god” idea posed in the previous songs completely comprehensible, because despite how blatantly sexual the scene is, it's obvious that Stacee himself is not trying to seduce anyone. All the sexual parts of the performance are part of the performance. Part of the art form. Stacee showing personal sexual feeling onstage, or Stacee’s own relationship with sex interfering with the performance of sex he’s executing, would be the work of a lesser artist. Sex is on the program, so Stacee plays it! Incidentally, we see outside of that scene that Stacee the human, the person outside of the persona, doesn’t like sex at all—but for Stacee, fulfilling his own human wants and needs is not his primary purpose. His primary purpose is to be a damn good musician. That’s what he was made for, and it’s the only thing he’s good at.

Anyway i fucking love that scene and im. Shaking your hand so so hard it’s like a blur thank you for this ask thank you for watching the scene thank you

#rock of ages #cecil meta #stacee jaxx #long post #anyway what this post doesn't contain is the fact that. really good musicians are just like this #tc literally gets it

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sarah-dipitous · 2 years ago

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 28

Simon Said/New Earth

Before I start watching......I.........fucked up the schedule. The schedule is wrong. And I didn't REALIZE UNTIL NOW. I skipped a whole SEASON ONE SUPERNATURAL EPISODE so now every day is off by one. I'll fix it, but I'm not gonna be HAPPY about it (I've also bought a whole new physical planner and hopefully I don't fuck one up as well...)

Also, why is it only Sundays that I have actual plans that I have two episodes to watch? That's why this is gonna be real early.

"Simon Said"

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I cannot shake the "The Great Game" vibes I'm getting from this opening scene, though obviously the threat is not the C4 strapped to your chest but what seems to be mind control? So...don't know that I could fight off whatever mind control is happening there, but as I've never been in SPECIFICALLY a gun store nor am I ever in the part of a store where guns are sold? It depends on who I am in this situation. Random extra? Yeah. The guy GETTING mind controlled? No.

Strangely heartwarming conversation. Dean going on about how it's not a good idea to show up to a place where there will potentially be a bunch of other hunters and announcing that Sam's a supernatural freak. Sam, worried: So I'm a freak now? Dean: You've always been a freak

Ash you, like, LIVE AT A BAR WHY ARE YOU EASILY BRIBED WITH A PBR OF ALL THINGS

They're really pushing this Dean and Jo thing, huh. Yeah, even Sam is...unimpressed by it. But like you can't just randomly put on "Can't Fight This Feeling" and go talk to the guy you halfheartedly resist flirting with when he shows up.

Yeah, you WOULD love this guy's "barbarian queen on a polar bear" van, Dean

Ohhhhhhhhh, I don't like what this implies about what happened with the girl whose apartment Andy just left...watching Dean so willingly give up the Impala like it was nothing. Like we knew this guy wasn't doing GOOD THINGS with his powers (you know, from the first five minutes) but this hammers it home.

Good on you, Sam. See? Using your powers to hopefully prevent a murder-suicide. WELL...the murder part anyway.

Oooooooooo, Sam's immune to the mind controllllllll. Hell yeah.

*DJ Khaled voice* Another one. (There's another psychic person in this town??)

Maybe he wants to...oh. Ok, I'm warming up to Andy whether I should or not. He's a nerd and a dork who "has everything he needs" who lives in a very 70s styled van, reads philosophy books, smokes all the weed...but is still potentially a skeeze. That's unconfirmed.

IT'S AN HONEST TO GOD EVIL TWIN SITUATION?? AMAZING. This guy's WAY WAY worse. "I take all my ladies here and they love it. Well, I do, so they do, too" Fuck this guy for real. I fuckin' hate this dude so much.

He's so used to getting his way at this point. KNOCK HIM THE FUCK OUT AT LEAST. Sam, get up and knock this guy out. (The twin looks like he's actually Elijah Wood's evil twin.)

Ok, that was a good fake out. Had me really worried for Dean before Andy shot his twin.

Oh...oh, Andy. He's not a skeeze. He really liked this girl and he didn't ever use his mind control on her and wanted to keep her safe...and now he's possibly gonna lose her because of something he can't help being. It's totally understandable that she's completely freaked out, but it still SUCKS.

"Been On My Mind...": The writers are pushing a Dean/Jo agenda that I'm not fully buying. I'll rent because it's kinda funny, but it's absolutely no Destiel. Oh. Nothing has actually happened between them, they're just circling each other right now.

"New Earth"

I just love that Ten takes Rose to New Earth as their very first trip together. Ten makes it up to Rose what Nine did on what she's calling their first date. TenRose is like...tooth achingly sweet. Now I remember why "Rose Tyler, I..." is so fucking devastating.

I remembered the cat people nurses...but I forgot that Cassandra was in this episode too...and probably the Face of Boe??

Yeah, I'd be grabbing some sort of weapon if Cassandra's Igor figure took it upon himself to separate me from the Doctor

"I look a bit different, but it's me" Like you're not talking to Jack Harkness (but he doesn't know that). But him dying of old age and wanting to see the Doctor one last time :'(

OMG SHE CALLED HIM GOLLUM. THAT'S EVEN MORE ACCURATE. Honestly. Every time he calls her "my lady" I hear "my precious"

The scenes where Cassandra is possessing Rose (or however the show wants to describe it) must have been so fun for Billie to film.

I wonder when we came up with "Never trust a nun. Never trust a nurse. And never trust a cat." And what would have transpired to make us come up with THAT phrase...or was it just, like, everything happening in this hospital with the nurse cat nuns.

Was worried for a second that the Doctor hadn't fully recognized the change in Rose's behavior. Like...but he was just biding his time til he was absolutely certain because Rose would CARE that these people were being exploited.

I love when Doctor Who plays up its campiness. "WHO NEEDS ARMS WHEN WE'VE GOT CLAWS" *SHNK* gorgeous. magnificent.

God. That's horrifying. Not that the lab grown humans being used to suck up every disease that comes into the hospital were freed, but that there SO. MANY.

OH....we're gonna get the scene where Cassandra possesses the Doctor soon. One of the most scenes ever. An absolute delight. David's acting is...it's so good..."he's slim. And a little bit foxy. You thought so too. I've been inside your head. You've been looking. You LIKE it." What a string of lines they made him say!!

(Poor Chip...he didn't deserve that)

Oh. The Doctor's excitement when he cures all the people that the nurses had lab grown. I'm...it's so wholesome.

DON'T MAKE ME FEEL SAD ABOUT HER. AND YET. Omg...is Chipssandra going to be the last person to call her beautiful? They're gonna make me cry over the bitchy trampoline.

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023 #i forgot how much i loved new earth #also adding to the format #do we like having the episode titles above the read more? I like it #which I recognize is the most important bit #since I’m doing this project…for…me?

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nordic-italian-german · 1 month ago

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yes that too, I was gonna mention it, how he prefers peace over war, and let's face it, war history has always been tied to men, male side of history, and personally i think war and military history also has a lot of ties with toxic masculinity culture. (not even gonna go into detail about how girls are treated in the military and all the terrible stories I've heard in the news) and Feliciano is not like that, thank god. he is a sign that there is still goodness and love in this world. And I hate how media & fandoms has brainwashed us to believe that love makes you weak, that if you ever fall in love all you're gonna be is a wife/husband. People today would rather see a feminist girl boss who's leading an army against men rather than someone who is kind, loving and even scared of war. (btw I am a feminist so I'm not using that in a negative sense, but u get the point). Also since I headcanon feliciano to have adhd, I don't think he was diagnosed until much later in life...so yeah, people probably used to call him words like 'stupid' or 'lazy' (probably his own bro too sorry😔 family drama...) and he started to believe it, for a long time he believed it. But he was never stupid, he just didn't know it yet, that his brain works differently❤️

also, I believe Germany coming along the way and being Italy's first real friend helped him a lot.

I can imagine a moment like this has probably happened between them:

Italy: I am sorry, I'm just..………stupid.….

*Germany shaking his head*: I don't think you're stupid. You're smart, in your own weird & silly way...

Italy: *looking up at Germany while smiling trying not to cry*

also Italy teaching Germany about love and bringing him out of his shell hehe❤️🌝 but that's a topic for another time…

All of this anon! Agree on everything.

Oh you can't even imagine, war never leads to anything good and leads people to show their worst sides.

I'm tired of seeing a person's strength being represented almost exclusively as physical strength and not showing too many emotions. I miss seeing characters with flaws or who are simply kind and good-hearted (without being considered stupid / naive / easily manipulated), about many years ago I was able to appreciate the protagonists of every media product, now rarely because they tend to be all the same or just not relatable enough.

Oh Feli 😭, having met Germany is one of the best things that could have ever happened to him (and vice versa), their relationship is a gem!

'also Italy teaching Germany about love and bringing him out of his shell' - THIS (I want a person like Feli in my life).

They clearly admire each other and are ready to bring out each other's qualities or improve themselves, I love them for that ❤

#I love how your ask starts with war topic and then ends by talking about gerita

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sumarmz · 6 months ago

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I'm feeling emo so I'm gonna list things I rlly like so I remember life is very snazzy everyone pay attention bc I am always right so everything I like must be amazing

-Roses in bodies of water like omgggg especially like pink toned red roses with fairly lights in lakes aughhhh help

-Vanilla icecream when it has those little black bits omg

-my crush bc they're so cute and pretty and I want to hold her hand

-Those friendship bracelets that are the shade of each friends eyes like that's so cute stop I'm gonna combust

-Waterstones. Like I moved a while ago so I haven't been to waterstones yet but it's so ethereal it's literally got a cafe attached to it and it's so pretty

-my iMedia coursework, like slay me I ate on that did so good I got the best score in both the year 10 and year 11 classes 🙏��

-My epic freunds I've only known them for like 5 months but I'm the happiest I've ever been with them they're the only people who I'm 100% myself with it's so freeing

-This specific lip gloss that i do not own but its like drop desd gorgeous and only about 6 quid on yesstyle (I will probably never buy it anyway)

- jet black hair/dark hair in general. Just propose to me atp

-Those jelly crystal things they look like they have the peeeerfect texture and one thing about me is I crave textures not taste and I've been craving that texture my whole life

-My new friend who texts like the Snapchat ai he's so goofy

-Lin Manuel Miranda

-Musicalssss

-specifically hamilton

-My zesty English teacher whose so millenial coded, wants pet snails, "has no shame" (he said that himself) and let's me and my mate harass him after class

-My iMedia, Business and tutor teacher whose literally my mom guys she breeds dogs and she has a pet dog called Gilly who looks like a human and her daughters a lesbian too and said daughter helped me with my iMedia work 💔💔💔

-My ugly ass birds

-Black cats

-Handmade gifts, I have a bunch (three) of crochet gifts that I do absolutely nothing with but I refuse to let anyone touch it because and keep them all pretty and neat bc someone made that for me

-PINKKKK

-pink again I live pink

-Marina as in Marina and the Diamonds

-Mitski

-People enjoying my baking

-People enjoying my art

-People who enjoy me

-My little cousins who I see as little brothers and mean the world to me like if I kms whose gonna be there for them 🤨🤨

-When my crush sends me audios/videos of them speaking or singing or whatever (I could listen to them for hours on end) I'm literally shaking as I write this guys oh my god I love her

-My history teacher whose always insulting me like omg leave me alone you little rat maybe she should be nicer to her best student 🙄

-Brain rot humour

-Pretty skies

-Buying new books

-Drawing

-Lesbians <3333

-My crush again

-the person who I think of every day (this is not an exaggeration)

-the person I have romantic attraction to

-the person who I'd throw away my whole life and family for

-the person whose the only person I've ever loved

-the person who wasn't my FIRST love (if you can class that as love lmao) but was my first LOVE

-the person who doesn't like physical touch but still hugs me even if rarely

-the person who I'm drifting apart from despite my feelings starting to consume every nerve every cell every part of my body

-the person who I planned a future with

-the person I've known for years but I only clocked my feelings in October 2022 (girl in red ref??)

-the person who I'd rather never speak to again over hurting them by confessing

-the person I adore

-did I mention my crush

-guys im actually cooked

#sumarmz waffles #sumarmz is fucking gay

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ryanlockheart · 1 year ago

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sydney's green eyes peered up at the younger male, looking at him with nothing but pure adoration. maddox had stormed into his world, and all it took was a cocky grin and some filthy words exchanged to have sydney down on his knees. hook, line, and sinker. "yes, daddy. it's about them. they're gonna be so shocked at how well i fuckin' take their cocks, how i clean their feet, how i swallow down their piss like it's nothing," sydney answered with a smirk. he could tell that maddox wanted it just as badly as he did. he was worried that it would be too much for maddox, but sydney had quickly learned that he'd underestimated maddox. the freshman was just as filthy as he was, and sydney loved it. he wanted maddox to push him to his limits, to shatter his comfort zone, to leave him shaking in the wake of the aftermath of each escapade. "you're gonna be so proud of me, daddy... worshipping all those sweaty feet, taking all those fat cocks in my tight little cunt, gooning for all your friends. i'd probably piss all over myself, wouldn't be able to help. 'd be fuckin' pathetic, but i bet you all would love it, seeing me so fucking slutty," sydney breathed out. "i wanna do it because we both wanna do it. i wanna be your little whore, and i want you to slut me out to your team. i wanna take all of those cocks and clean all those sweaty feet and pits... i want all your teammates to fucking wreck me, and i want you to encourage it. i want you to egg them on and to push me harder. i wanna be so good, they beg you to bring me back to use me as their little pocketpussy." his face was bright red, all of the heat in his body going straight to his face. he'd never felt so alive, and it was all thanks to maddox. he knew how to make him feel like an absolute princess, blessed with all the luck in the world, but, at the same time, a filthy whore who was meant to do nothing more than service maddox and his friends' cocks. "that's exactly what i want. i wanna be so full of piss and cock and cum that i don't know what to do with myself. i want to feel you pissing in me while your two friends stretch me out a-and another two have their filthy feet on my face. i'd be cumming in no time," sydney rambled on. once he got started, he never slowed down. "oh, god, daddy... they'd love 'em. just wait. you get them all riled up and wearing those for a week or so, and i'll be the best gooner slut you've ever seen. i'll make sure every last one of them cums on my feet, and i'll use it as lube for the next cock. and when it's all done, i'll clean 'em myself while you fuck me so hard i piss all over the place. and i want you to record it. i want you to post it online. i want everyone to see how good a slut i am for you and your boys," the raven-haired boy went on eagerly. his heart was racing and pounding against his ribcage. sydney loved it, and he knew that effect was all maddox. maddox was a keeper, no doubt about it. "i need it, daddy. i wanna be your everything. i wanna be your footslut, your cumdump you pimp out to your friends, your good girl, your princess, your li'l housewife. i can be it all," sydney promised. "i'll cook you dinner and be your arm candy to parties and take care of you. i'll let you dress me up however you want... and at the end of the night, you'll come home and you'll fuck me so hard we just about break the bed." there was a true connection between them, one that went beyond merely physical attraction. he wanted to belong to maddox in every way he could — body, mind, and soul. "no one could ever touch me like you do. i mean, i've only gotten to suck you off, but i could've came right then and there... no one's done that before," sydney explained. "guess they should've treated my daddy better if they wanted a piece of me. now, they'll never get it. fuckin' losers. they'll be so jealous, watching me be a slut for you."

"that's 'cause i was! i was waiting on you to just snap and bend me over in front of everyone," sydney admitted. "and when you didn't, i'd go back to my room and fuck myself silly on a dildo. i'd pretend it was you, and then i'd take off my socks and sniff them like they were yours... and i'd cum so quick. but it was never enough. it never scratched my itch... i needed you." there would be no doubt that sydney craved maddox this whole time. he didn't play it cool or act hard to get. that got you nowhere, he reasoned. he tried to contain himself and flirt, but it was to no avail. the dam had finally broken, and he had to have maddox. nothing would be good enough unless it was maddox pounding his tight cunt all night. "that's exactly what i want. we'll make a fucking scene wherever we go. you're mine, and i'm yours. everybody's gonna know it," sydney hummed. the halloween party was just the first step. all of his frat brothers would get the message, that maddox owned him — and that he deserved respect. before he knew, he was surrounded by the lanky guys, cocks in hand. he breathed in, and all he could describe the musk as was pure masculinity. from maddox and benji's sweaty feet to their low-hanging balls, it stirred something in sydney. his cock was aching to be touched, but he ignored it. he'd get his relief soon enough. "howdy, boys," sydney said with a smirk on his face. he was still far too occupied with benji and maddox to get a really good look at them all. he could just sense their presence — and breathe it in. as maddox laid down the ground rules, sydney nodded. "daddy, pick the biggest cock and let them fuck my face while i fuck your feet... please," he begged, putting those puppy dog eyes to good use. "fuckin' go live for all i care. i'll just be your little pocketpussy, gooning too hard to care," sydney encouraged him. his tongue was quickly on those sweaty feet again. long, languid stripes of his saliva were left from heel to toe over and over again. their feet were practically dripping his drool by the time he was good and ready to slot his cock between their feet. he looked up at benji, from his spot down on the carpeted floor. "benji," sydney started, letting his tongue slide across his toes. "i think you should let me take those big feet and fuck them. d'y'know how hot that'd be?" he was feigning innocence to the best of his ability — and sydney had perfected that long ago to get out of trouble so he knew it worked. "you're fuckin' hot, y'know that? 's why my daddy picked you out. he knew you'd put this little senior slut to good use. it was so fuckin' hot when you pissed all over me... and then you came all over my face. if you let me fuck your feet, i'll make sure you get to bust another nut... and i'll let you pick where, long as my daddy says it's okay," sydney went on. "so, please, benji, lemme be a good gooner slut for you and my daddy. i wanna cover your feet in my cum." if the crowd hadn't been intrigued before, they certainly were now. all of the familiar faces in the frat were there — clearly jealous but too turned on to look away. sydney finally turned to face them all. the camera flashes burned in his eyes, but it didn't deter him at all. "maddox's right, y'know? your little dicks would never make me goon like he does," sydney boasted. "i know you've all been fuckin' drooling over me like dogs, but too bad. you should've treated my daddy better. he owns this tight pussy, and he gets to decide who uses it. i doubt he'd even let you touch me if you begged and apologized... and if you think this is hot, just wait. he's gonna show you all how a real man fucks a fuckin' pussy. maybe you can learn a few things." his attention shifted back to the younger men. his green eyes found maddox's brown eyes, desperate to know that he'd done a good job, to hear the validation of the man he was crazy about on his own ears.

"you're right, princess — it is always about me," maddox asserted, brow cocked ever so slightly. "but when daddy brings his friends around, or when he treats the team to your tight little cunt, it's about them too. i already know that you'll pull out all of your best tricks for my boys, but if you want me to let you get pounded by them again and again, you better treat them right." he absolutely intended to bring their sordid fantasy to life, but not without setting the ground rules. thankfully, sydney seemed completely dedicated to following every rule he set into place — no matter how filthy or degrading it turned out to be. "sounds like you know your place, princess. i can't wait to show you off, to see that tight cunt spread out on all those cocks... i know you won't stop 'til you're so fucked out that your eyes are crossed and you're drooling all over yourself," he said with a sly grin. "god, princess. pretty soon you're gonna be the team's favorite gooner whore — getting fucked within an inch of your goddamn life every time we win a game or need to blow off steam after practice. tell me something, baby... are you doing this because it's what i want, or because it's what you want? i think i already know the answer, but i want to hear it from your lips." maddox could see the anticipation in sydney's sparkling eyes, could hear the desperation in his tone — he knew that getting passed around by a group of sweaty jocks was something he'd likely dreamt of before, something that popped into his head regularly as he fucked himself silly on a plastic cock. but simply knowing wasn't good enough for him; he wanted to hear it from the whore's mouth. "fuck, baby — you want daddy to fill you up with piss while my boys breed you one by one? that little cunt's gonna be so full," maddox groaned. "my boys are gonna love your feet just as much as i do, but once you get those soles on their cocks... they're gonna be addicted, princess. i'm gonna have to set up a day where we all goon out together, using nothing but our rank feet and sweaty pits to get off. you wouldn't even know how to control yourself, would you? i'd tell the entire team to wear the same pair of socks the whole week, and then i'd invite you in there and just let you go wild." he never imagined his first time with sydney would be so filthy, but he was quickly learning to expect the unexpected with the older boy. he was doing anything in his power to drive sydney crazy, to leave him desperate and clinging to every word that left his lips. "you're all mine, babygirl. i'm gonna use that little cunt until you can't go a day without feeling my cock in your stomach, i'm gonna worship those feet every single day and it won't matter who watches. you're gonna be my little cumdump, my footslut, my pass-around whore to slut out whenever i want," he promised. "but you know what? you're gonna be my princess, too. gonna give you everything you want — i'll be your man, your daddy. everything you could ever ask for, you're gonna find it in me, baby." it wouldn't be nearly enough for maddox to only have sydney sexually. he needed to have sydney all to himself — to have his beautiful face nestled in the crook of his neck as they slept, to take him out on romantic dates and prove that he could be more than some little fling. surely, he would prove that to sydney in time, if he hadn't already. "they'll regret it once they realize they'll never get to touch you the way i do," maddox aid with a smirk. "i'm sure they've waited by for years to get to fuck you. they probably couldn't wait for you to get drunk enough to give one of them a chance, and yet here you are... giving it all up to the little freshman they can't stand. it's kinda funny, when you think about it."

"you have no idea how long i've been waiting, do you? that ass, and those feet, have been on my mind since the day i met you. you don't exactly make it easy, either — walking around in tight little shorts and socks all the time, practically begging someone to bend you over and fuck a load into you," maddox said with a small chuckle. he'd already made a mess of sydney, and yet he'd never seen anything more beautiful. those messy curls, rosy cheeks, and pleading eyes were going to be on replay in his head for weeks to come, whenever sydney wasn't around and all he had was the memory. "if that's what you want, then that's what you'll get. i'll have you on your knees in a bathroom stall, bent over bend a tree, or spread out on the middle of the quad. there won't be a student here that doesn't know that sydney greene belongs to me — i'll make sure of it," he promised. maddox could tell that the older boy was loving every second of this, on his knees before two freshmen while all the seniors watched on. this was only the beginning, and they already had everyone's attention — he could only imagine what would happen once they reached the finale. "you hear that, boys? sydney's gonna properly apologize for his douchebag friends, so come in closer. get your cocks out — if you haven't already — and surround him, 'til he can fucking smell your sweaty nuts around his face. i'm not kidding." before maddox knew it, there was a group of freshmen standing behind sydney, their jeans pooled around their ankles as they stroked their hard cocks to the scene playing out in front of them. "you have daddy's permission to do whatever you want with them, princess — but not before you bust a load on mine and benji's feet. if you wanna suck on one of those big cock's while you do it, that's up to you... but benji and i are your focus for now, okay? no more piss, ass, or feet until you've done what daddy told you to do." honestly, maddox had no clue what he was doing — but he followed sydney's lead without question, gathering his friends for even more debauchery and filth. his cock twitched between his thighs, just seeing sydney in the middle of so many guys that would have loved nothing more than to pound him 'til his screams echoed through the house. "absolutely, princess... it'll be so hot watching you suck on some random fucker's socks while daddy knocks you up. i'll probably post a pic on my story, or maybe a video," he smirked. as sydney worshipped their feet, it was like everyone else around them had faded away — the older boy was in gooner mode, huffing and licking at their soles like he'd never had anything better. benji's eyes were screwed shut, head leaning against the sofa as he was taken to another world. "you can fuck them whenever you want, angel... but why don't you beg benji a little, first? he seems a little nervous, don't you think? maybe he could use a bit of encouragement," maddox said with a knowing smirk. he knew that benji needed no convincing, but he wanted to bring the younger boy out of his shell a little bit. "f-fuck, that feels so good," benji whimpered as sydney licked along his sweaty soles, toes curling in pleasure. maddox's lips were parted slightly, eyes transfixed on sydney in all his glory — he'd never seen anything so filthy, and yet he still wanted more. he didn't want to stop until sydney could barely speak, 'til he was shooting blanks and covered in the loads of every freshman in the room. "that's right, princess... why don't you turn around and tell all your friends how addicted to freshman feet you are? tell them that they couldn't get you off no matter how hard they tried, now that you've committed yourself to being a fucking freshman's pocket pussy," maddox ordered, glancing at the other seniors who watched them eagerly. "do that, and daddy's got a special surprise for you. and trust me — you're gonna love daddy's surprises."

#sydney greene.#thread: sydney & maddox 001.

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yuksektopuklar · 2 years ago

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hey it’s me

and i tried again today

the same light in my eyes

the same anger in me

and my constant battle in my head

i realized i had to have a reason to stay alive

something to dedicate my soul to

i thought about the way how life imitates art

and i found a desire that i can pour myself into

for me, everything in life could exist in its most desired form and in its the best form of it

i searched for what i felt this desire in my soul

i found it, i had full faith that i could prove myself

and i lost it in the most cold-blooded way i've ever heard

deep in my soul and i felt like a shaking earthquake crackling a piece of land

that was exactly it, my soul damaged physically

from now on it wouldn't make any sense,

no matter how it was given to me,

i wouldn't care anymore,

they cut the branch on which i cling to live

while trying to live they told me how to die

and you don't know what it's like to be afraid of going back to that place where people describe you as ‘shit’

and the guise of the people who can get me there in the easiest way possible, the cunning

for me there would be no life without the aim

there was no point in living without making art

there’s only desires and curiosities

i searched all of them one by one and at the end of my 17-year journey

life gave me a white canvas and colorful paints

i was going to start painting my own story now

i discovered colors with the desires of my soul

i had to start with the feelings of an artist starting their most important work

ready to start i was excited and rolled up my sleeves to life with that brightest light in my eyes

and i thought before i started

how did Da Vinci feel before he started painting the Mona Lisa ?

it was as if i had a skeleton in front of me from scratch to shape my own destiny

how did Michaelangelo decide to build the statue of David ?

i thought i stopped and asked…

and ‘trying’ at the end of the road has never been more bitter but this time without any sweetness…

oh, don’t think i'm dramatic, right now i’m just translating the tears flowing from my eyes into lines

these are the wounds that i hug and cry and ointment with my tears

and if you have even one of them

know that i am here and i am just as hurt as you.

it's not enough to breathe in this meat cage

i don't want to rot so that my soul doesn't turn into mine

after each war i established new principalities within me

i clung to them, i clung to every evil life taught me

as the wind of life grows

my weakness begins to sway me

maybe it would be nice if some light was thrown on me and i would live

oh, i want to see my shadow

but there is no light

i searched for the grain of love in the dead ends of lost souls

and i discovered this while searching for the cause of my self-hatred and this fight and i was as strangers as i had ever met

my life has passed as a flower trying to open under the gray of the sky in arid lands

there was no daylight and i had no shadow

my soul lost its last passion to a bad gamble

and i guess i was less lucky just tested

i guess god doesn't love me anymore

this godforsaken weak soul of mine is tired of fighting

this was my last trump to live

because i have nothing left to take from the world

i have no more to give

i’m a plucked skeleton

my cage of flesh makes my coffin

and i wanna go now

abstractly in this place i've never been

i’m tired of taking up space

i guess no emotion has ever been so real

i guess i can no longer exist

this shouldn't be the last attempt o fail

and if you're reading this

know that i’ m still trying or at least i pretend

i tried to fit into this world

and i found a million pieces

when i woke up all the lights were gone

the hopes given to me were like a glowfly

they didn't burn when i picked them up

but they disappeared when i woke up

so i tried not to be a glowfly in this world

and i have a battle with the myself every day

as i try not to lose they keep on losing me

i was a concrete being

i searched for the abstract emptiness inside me for years,

i hope the hurt that i feel bleeding inside is reflected in my lines now

cause there's a fiend that pierces my heart from the hurt of my soul that bleeds through me

i want that fiend to in

this life is not mine to win

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sunghoonalter-archived · 3 years ago

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ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ

idol pairing: stalker!jay x fem!reader

wc: 2.3k

genre: angsty yandere

warnings: stalking, kidnapping, restraints, blunt force trauma to the head, very light yandere themes

so happy birthjay!! I decided to pull something out but I rushed it so there's a massive chance it could suck but feedback, rbs or likes is highly appreciated♡♡

☆

you let out a huge exhale as you took in the sight of your new house. it was small but just enough considering it was only for one person.

with the moving truck already dropped your boxes into your house, unpacking would sure be a hassle but unfortunately it had to be done.

you wander into your house, feeling a slight chill upon entrance. "I should get some heating in here," you said to yourself as you start unpacking. everything was going perfectly fine until you got to the tv.

the delivery people only helped with your mattress considering the cupboards and cabinets were in perfectly good condition. "God I'm gonna break my back for this."

just as you try picking it up, a knock on the door stops you. it isn't too strange to get a knock on the door, you're new to the neighborhood.

you let out a huff before opening the door.

the man before you is too stunned to speak. from afar he saw you were beautiful, but up close, you were breathtaking. he just stands for a solid few seconds before clearing his throat.

"Uhm, hi," he says awkwardly. "I see you're new to the neighborhood?"

Lord have mercy, he is the handsomest man you've ever seen. his parted black hair, white shirt and black jeans; he looks so friendly and easy-going.

"Yeah I am, I moved in like five seconds ago," you laugh. you stick your hand out, "I'm y/n."

"Oh, I'm Jay," he says, shaking your hand, internally melting from the physical contact.

"Ooh I've always been told to stay away from guys whose names start with a J," you say jokingly. "But you seem like a great guy."

he smiles so widely, his eyes become crescents and his cheeks become even cuter. he covers his mouth with his hand, overwhelmingly flattered.

"Speaking of which," you say, beginning to get nervous. "Can I ask you a small favor?"

"Yeah sure," his smile lessens as he sticks his hands in his pockets.

"I'm having a bit of trouble with my TV, can you maybe help me pick it up?"

he nods, you move away to let him in. sure letting someone you just met into your house is always a bad idea but it was just a tiny favor, it wasn't like he was gonna rob or murder you. he's just gonna help move your TV and leave, that's it. right?

he's standing in your living room, taking in the pretty decorations and lounge set. it's small but comfy. he looks around a bit more, making sure you weren't there yet before placing a small flower for you on one of your couches.

"Ahh, here you are," you say as you walk in. "So there's the tv, you grab one end and I grab the other?" you ask as you bend down to pick one side up.

"Tv's not that big actually," he says as he moves to the centre of it, rolling up his sleeves. "Besides, you're probably hurting from unpacking all day."

"Wait no, you don't need t-"

before you can finish your sentence, he seems to pick it up with ease. "Where do you want it?"

you're too busy staring at his forearms to pay attention to what he was saying. he sure is strong.

"Earth to y/n," you hear him say, knocking you out of your thoughts. "Where should I put this?"

"There," you say softly as you point towards a small table, watching him move it across the room.

once he puts it down, he dusts his hands off. "Need help with anything else?" his smile stays wide as he places his hand on his hips.

"Nope, not that I know of," you say as you look around, moving toward the front door.

mentally, he's tilting his head, near offended that you want him to leave so soon. letting him into your house so easily meant you'd fallen for him already. just like he did upon first glance.

"So I guess I'll see you around?" he asks as he stands in the doorway of the front door.

"Yeah I guess," you say with a friendly smile, closing the door slowly, "Bye~"

once the door closes, his heart flutters and beats neatly out of his chest. he swears it's love at first sight, there was no other explanation.

he goes home, replaying your interaction in his head over and over until nightfall. he tosses and turns as he wonders how well you've adjusted to the neighborhood and if you're already sleeping or not. he can't seem to get you out of his head, falling asleep with you in mind.

☆

morning rolls in, and a knock at the door wakes you up. you turn to look at the clock. "What could possibly be here at eight in the morning?" you yawn as you move slowly out of your bed, throwing your robe on.

you scurry to the front door, opening it to see a brown box on the doorstep. you bend down to pick it up, dragging it into the house.

"What could this be?" you mutter as you open it. your eyes widen as you pull out a huge bouquet of red roses partnered with another small box. you set the roses aside to open it, seeing a delicate gold chain with a diamond encrusted star pendant.

"Wow," is all you can say. you look a little more in the box, no note seems to be attached. it was likely it came from your friends; they somehow must've forgotten to put the note in.

you move the box to the side to put the necklace on, touching the pendant as it landed just below your neck.

you leave the roses on the table as you go back outside to check the mail, heading back inside when you see the mailbox is empty, planning on getting ready for the day.

☆

the next day, while leaving the house, your next door neighbor grabbed your attention.

"Hi!" she seems enthusiastic as she greets you. "I didn't get to welcome you yesterday."

"Oh hi yeah," you say with a smile, trying not to sound awkward.

"How are you finding the neighborhood so far? Like it already?"

"It's nice, seems quiet and friendly," you say nodding as you look around. the sun manages to shine upon your necklace, getting your neighbor's attention.

"That's a beautiful necklace," she says in awe. "Your boyfriend must really love spoiling you."

you laugh nervously as you touch it. "Oh I don't have a boyfriend, it came from my friends." I think

"I doubt a pretty and nice girl like you doesn't have someone spoiling her rotten," she laughs. "Either way, it must've been expensive."

"Yeah, it could probably help with the mortgage of this house," you move your hand away from it. "Seems a little too expensive though."

she doesn't say anything, moving quickly to her car and driving away. you blink in surprise at how quickly she left you, but most importantly the look on her face. she seemed.. scared? you couldn't put your finger on it.

you shrug it off, making your way to work. you honestly wish you could just sell the necklace and have a little extra money to stay off work for a while but it seemed too nice a gesture to do such a thing.

☆

you decide to go to the mall after work, seeing if you could get new clothes since the warmer seasons were rolling in and your summer clothes didn't fit anymore.

as you walk past a few stores, there's a weird burn in the back of your head. that burn as if someone was intensely staring at you and you couldn't seem to shake it off. when you turn your head, there's no one staring, everyone's just going about their business.

you turn back, shaking your head before going into a few stores. sadly for you, the dresses you wanted were too expensive but the ones on sale were almost as cute so you didn't mind settling for it.

returning home, everything seemed normal until, a few hours later, there's a knock at the door. it did seem a little odd this time but it was probably just as harmless.

upon opening the door, you see another brown box; one bigger than the previous one. you drag it into the house, setting it on your bed this time.

but when you open it, a chill runs down your spine. the pretty dresses you were looking at earlier sat neatly folded with a note attached.

you pluck the note off to read it.

'money can always be earned again, if you want it, you'll get it♡'

you look back down at the dresses, setting the note down and picking them up individually to analyze them. they were the exact ones you wanted, same size and colour. almost as if this person watched you pick at them.

'this is a little weird,' you thought as you packed them away. who could possibly be watching you? did you really have a stalker, you just moved here.

you try shaking that thought off, moving to your bedroom window to open it. overthinking seemed to make the room warmer than it should be.

this could definitely escalate, even in your sleep but unfortunately you needed energy to keep your guard up. you sit on your bed, removing the necklace and setting it on your nightstand before drifting off to sleep, tossing and turning as you slept.

☆

the sun peers through the curtains covering the open windows of your bedroom and shines onto your face, forcing you to wake up. your eyes flutter open but a mysterious envelope on your nightstand wakes you up instantly.

"What th-" you shook slightly from surprise. you take a deep breath as you reach for the letter, slowly opening it.

'i so lovingly gifted you that necklace and you take it off? seems a little ungrateful to me.

by the way, did you like the dresses I got you? I couldn't help but notice how your eyes lit up when you saw them in store, I just had to get them for you♡'

you start shaking, dropping the letter. someone really was stalking you. you look towards the window, realising you hadn't closed it. you basically invited this person into your house while you were asleep.

you just need to get out of the house, now. you catch a glimpse of the date, seeing how it's only been a week since you moved here. you get up fast, hoping to get to a police station as soon as you can to alert them of your stalker.

clothes and shoes on, you hurry to the door. it's only when you close it, you realize something.

'Wait,' you thought, facing the door. 'They have to know where I live to be able to.. who knows where I live? just as a name comes to mind, the last thing you feel is a blunt object smacking the back of your head, knocking you out.

☆

your eyes open ever so slowly, squinting from the lack of light and a painful headache. you shift slightly, hearing a clunk from behind you. looking down, your wrists chained to a pole to prevent you from escaping.

you whimper from the pain in your head, unable to scream from the lack of energy. you try moving again yet stop once you hear a familiar voice.

"Well you didn't want one chain so I gave you another one, seems you don't like that either."

you look up to see a figure moving towards you, kneeling in front of you. his hand grazes your cheek as your vision finally fixes itself.

"Jay?"

he nods slightly, smiling that smile of a week ago. it looked so friendly back then only to scare you now. "Miss me?"

tears begin to well up in your eyes. "Why?" you can't really form sentences longer than maybe four words from the pain.

"You know," he sits down beside you. "When I first saw you, I felt this, this feeling in my chest. You know that feeling where it just seems like love at first sight? That's what I felt when I first saw you."

you struggle to furrow your eyebrows, confused by his words. what kind of person does this to someone they 'love'? he barely even knew you.

"When you let me into your house that day, I felt nothing but happiness to get to do something for you," he says with an innocent smile. "From that point on, all I wanted to do was give you things as pretty as you, but nothing I gave you could possibly compare to you. You had to have me, not these material things. I realize that now, I need you and you need me, we'll be each other's priceless gifts."

he could see you looking at him like he was insane. all he wanted was to spoil you, treat you like the princess you are and you were looking at him like he was crazy.

"Do you know what day it is today?" he cups your cheeks just as tears fall down your face. you shake your head.

"It's my birthday," he says in a preppy tone. "And you're here." he reaches into the pocket of his pants, pulling out a bright red ribbon. he moves the ribbon underneath your chin, bringing it up to the top of your head. you could feel him tying a knot, focusing on the sparkle in his eyes as he does this.

once he's done, he eyes his work before looking at you, wiping your cheeks dry and leaning forward to place a kiss on your nose.

"So," he cups your cheeks one more time, but this time, places a peck on your lips.

"Happy birthday to me."

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Taglist: @blonghoonie

#enhypen fic #enhypen jay #jay enhypen #enhypen yandere #enhypen angst #jay yandere #enhypen imagines #enhypen oneshots

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taechaos · 4 years ago

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Your Boy, No?

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble, smut, college au

synopsis: You can't stand seeing Jungkook with another girl, so you give him a piece of your mind in a stranger's bedroom by becoming his outlet of sexual frustration.

warnings: losing virginity, riding, degradation

a/n: jungkook's character is not exactly submissive, so i added my own twists to this request. i hope you don't mind @madygswich c:

word count: 2.5k

You can't stop pouting. Holding back tears when seeing a woman perched up on Jungkook's lap while they make out has proven to be difficult, but you're trying. It hurts your heart; hell, you're aching everywhere. It doesn't take a genius to know he's doing it to get a reaction out of you when his eyes are throwing daggers at you with his tongue down another girl's throat.

Following Jungkook around like a lost puppy isn't ideal, especially at a frat party. He never gives you the time of the day if it's not out of menace, but you aren't willing to give up on him. It's just not possible when you are so in love with him, and so fucking jealous.

More than Jungkook, you're mad at the girl. You want to rip her heart out, make her suffer for ever touching the love of your life. You're becoming irrational, mentally cussing her out for being a whore while you stop yourself from breaking down in a house filled with horny young adults. You don't know a single person here, and you have to deal with your pent up emotions all by yourself.

You choke out a sob when Jungkook starts kneading the girl's ass shamelessly with her skirt hiked up to her back. They're being so inappropriate in the kitchen of a stranger's house, while you can't even take a sip from your spiked drink in the bustling living room. You abruptly stand up and throw away your plastic cup when Jungkook's hand disappears elsewhere, and you have an idea of what he's about to do. You march over to him, looking absolutely tiny next to the overbearing college students and you don't notice Jungkook's sinister smile as he watches you fume.

"Let go," you sound hoarse, and not at all intimidating when you push the girl off of his lap. She stumbles at the force, but you pay no mind to her confusion as you pull Jungkook up by his arm to drag him away. You think it's the anger and adrenaline giving you so much strength, but it's Jungkook amusing himself by allowing you to take him upstairs.

"This isn't a therapy session, little girl," he yells over the music, "I didn't come here to listen to you cry."

You huff and let a single tear slip before harshly wiping it away. When you reach the hallway, you enter the first bedroom you find. It's occupied by a foreplaying couple, but you're driven as you hiss, "Out!"

They leave at your demand, and you're confusing a lot of people tonight. Jungkook is surprised by your sudden aggression, but he doesn't stop with his remarks, "the chihuahua's gone mad."

"Shut up, Jungkook!" you whirl around angrily to face him. "How could you do that to me?!"

He quirks a brow. "Do what to you? I'm sorry, am I the one who forcefully brought you here? Am I tripping or are you?"

You push at his chest, "you're a fucking whore! Tonguing a girl in front of everyone, in front of me?"

His shoulders shake in silent laughter and you cross your arms when he starts cackling loudly. The music is drowned out and muffled behind the door, but it's nothing compared to how hysterically Jungkook is laughing.

"What's so funny?" you ask lamely. He throws his head back as he clutches his stomach, and you're starting to get annoyed. You push him on the bed, but he's still laughing. "Quit it already," your voice wavers, but you don't back down as you smack his chest. You place your knees on both sides of his hips to limit his movement and cover his mouth to shut him up.

His crescent eyes turn intense instantly as he glares at you under his hooded lids. He exerts only a tiny bit of his energy into pushing your hand away and you weakly collapse on him. It's foul play to compete with his muscles, and you realize he can snap you in half if he wanted to regardless of your rush of adrenaline.

You sit back up as he lowly speaks, "The fuck's it to you? I wanted to fuck her, and I was going to until you stepped in as if you're my girlfriend. Tell me why I shouldn't go back to her right now." He clasps his hands under his head, making himself comfortable with your weight pressing against his crotch.

"You know why," you huff with a frown, and you look so cute in the dim lighting with your baggy knitted sweater bunching up on the sleeves, sitting on his bulge with so much innocence in your expression. He's smitten, but it doesn't show in his cold stare. "I'm your girl, and I won't tolerate you messing around with other women. It's slutty!" You slightly bounce for emphasis, but your knee-length skirt hides your actions. Jungkook feels it with you, and his eyes trail down to your lower region.

"My girl?" he parrots with a raised brow. He gazes back into your eyes. "You do my homework."

"I don't care. I love you," you plead pathetically, "please say you love me back."

"Wasn't I a whore just a second ago?"

"You were! Apologize to me," you harshly yank his head back by his hair. He doesn't react in the slightest, so you softly add, "please."

"Oh little girl," he sighs, "are you really trying to dominate me right now?"

"I am dominating you. Promise me you won't kiss another girl like that again. I won't forgive you a second time."

"Yeah? What's my loss?"

"Well, you're lazy in school," you bluntly state, "and no one loves you like I do. No one would try to cater to you like I do. I'd do anything for you, Kookie." You tug down your skirt to take it off and plop back down on him before saying, "Including sex. You can only use me for your sexual needs."

He's enamored by your words, but he doesn't dare share it with you. Instead, he thrusts upwards and you yelp when you jump. "Go on then," he says nonchalantly. "Show me how much of a slut you are."

"U-Um, okay," you stutter and start unzipping his black denim jeans. You've seen a lot of porn videos to make sure you were prepared for the next step with Jungkook, but you have no experience with penetration.

And he realizes that rather quickly when you're so meek with your actions. With a groan, he asks, "You're not a fucking virgin, are you?"

"I've been saving it for the right guy," you answer with offence. This is a special occasion, and you want him to take it as seriously as you do. But it's definitely not a good idea to be snarky with him when you can barely remember the steps for safe sex. "Do you have a condom?"

"It's in my pocket," he grumbles and points at his front without taking it out himself. You're excited and nervous as you tear the wrapper and take out the preservative. You have no idea how to put it on, but you're topping so you clumsily push down his briefs. Jungkook is surprisingly throbbing under you, and you blush at the sight of his erection.

He stops himself from teasing you and saying that the girl from earlier gave him this boner, but he doesn't want to be cruel yet. It's your first time, and truthfully, he jacks off to thought of you too often anyway. He can handle being somewhat nice by staying quiet, but that doesn't mean he would teach you how to put on a condom.

You slip it on with little struggle, and don't waste any time in positioning his cock in your entrance. Before he can stop you, you sink down on his length with a painful moan. He wants to tell you that losing your virginity in this position is the most painful, but instead he groans, "Holy shit, how are you so fucking tight?"

It hurts so fucking bad. Your tear ducts are like clockwork as they water instantly, but you lower yourself down to the hilt anyway. You're quite literally sitting on his cock as you try to catch your breath because God, you're in so much pain.

"Fuck, are you okay?" he asks, but he's more worried about controlling himself from fucking into you before you can adjust. It's difficult, but he's trying.

"Jungkook," you whimper quietly with your eyes screwed shut, "it hurts."

"You're so fucking dumb for doing this, but you feel so fucking good," he pants as he holds your hips.

"Thank you," you muster out in a breath. A few seconds pass until the pain starts to numb, and you move against him very slowly. Your walls are stinging, but it feels like Heaven for Jungkook who you clench down on.

"Go up and down," he instructs with a bit lip. He tries to move your hips, but you're resisting in fear of another shock of pain. "Come on!"

"Can you wait?" you hiss through clenched teeth.

He's trying to rile you up when he says, "Sana wouldn't take this fucking long."

And it works, because you bounce once. "Don't say her name!"

He groans at your tightness, and he can't believe how wet you are. You're dripping on him, and he curses himself for holding back because of your hopeless romance. He can't entertain your conservative way of going on about this any longer, so he continues, "She would have made me cum by now, but this prissy princess can't even get a move on."

It's almost pathetic how one push from Jungkook makes you start moving, and it feels less uncomfortable to hop up and down against his pelvis. The filthy sound of slapping skin mixing with the generic radio music is making you feel so slutty because it's so stereotypical, but when Jungkook moans, it brings heat all over your body. You take your sweater off when sweat begins to cumulate on your temples, and he commands, "Take off your bra too."

He's thrusting into you as you unclasp the black material, freeing your breasts as he finds his new eyecandies. You are so pretty, your nipples are so hard, and your cunt sucks him in so perfectly. It almost upsets him when he realizes how much pleasure he's deprived himself of; the amount only you seem to be able to provide, because it's beyond physical intimacy.

"Good girl," he exhales and gently slams into you with his hands fondling your tits. You smile coyly through your tears, and he asks, "Does it still hurt?"

You contemplate for a second, because you don't feel the best yet, but you don't want to disappoint Jungkook either. "I-It doesn't," you lie.

Jungkook mentally rolls his eyes; he really wants to believe you so he can chase his high, but he sees right through you. He slaps your tit without mercy and chastises you, "don't lie. I thought this was your little moment of control."

"I'm sorry," you pout as you slowly ride him.

"Another lie," he slaps your other tit more harshly and you yelp.

"I'm not lying!" you plead and hasten your pace, desperate to sell your lie. It's working, because you're starting to feel a knot in your stomach the more you adjust.

He moans with you, and you lose yourself when he stills your hips and begins to fuck you himself. It's rough, loud, and the pain is your pleasure. His balls slap against your skin as he easily slides in and out of you with the help of your arousal. Your love dawns on him when you're so turned on for him without any foreplay, and he's on cloud nine because nothing can compare to being inside you.

The setting is so unlike you, fucking in someone's bedroom with a bunch of people behind the unlocked door who can barge in at any given moment, but he finds it so sexy. You only care about being with him, and you really do look like his slut now.

His hands start holding onto your ass, kneading it until it turns red with his fingerprints, and he demands you to kiss him. You're out of it, your ears are ringing and you can only moan out his name, but you can't bear to ignore him. Your lips fall on his, and the kiss is sloppy with his tongue all over your mouth. You can't keep up, but your chest swells with pride when you realize how needy he is for you. He goes as far as to spit in your mouth, and you swallow it without hesitation.

"You want me to play with your clit?" he murmurs against your lips, and his voice sounds so airy and melodic to your ears. "Hm? Want me to make you feel good, little slut?"

You whine without a clear response because his lips feel so soft and wet, and that's the only thing you can focus on. All you want to do is kiss him and he doesn't stop you from doing so, but you're even more overwhelmed when he starts touching you while penetrating you. "No," you whimper, "I'll cum."

"A slut can take it," he grunts and rubs your clit faster, and you come undone all too soon. You moan loudly as you tremble, shaking as he rides out your high with a pinch to your clit. You're numb when you collapse on top of him, but he's relentless with his thrusts. He's using your body as you intended, and he's vocal with his pleasure and teasing climax. It's remarkable how he holds you up when you've gone limp and still fucks you just as hard.

You want to record his voice when he starts to whine pathetically, but you have no energy left within. He's panting in your ear, and it's not long before his hips fall on the mattress with a sigh. He's surprised by how powerful his orgasm was, as he fills the condom with his release instantly. His cock is still nestled inside you as both of you recover from your climax.

"Get off," he taps your thigh, and he pushes you off when you don't obey immediately. Your spell has worn off as he starts to dress himself. "I'm going back to the dorms." You listen to him with your mind in a haze. "Unless you want to get raped on your way without me, get the fuck up now."

"Can you carry me please?"

He shrugs and swings your arm over his shoulder, picking up your body with ease. He collects your clothes in his hand, but doesn't hand them to you as he steps out of the room.

"W-Wait, Jungkook, I'm naked-"

"You're my girl, no? Be a good slut and shut the fuck up."

Dangling off his shoulder with your bare tits pressed against his back, you close your eyes and drift off on the way to campus.

Boyfriends typically drop their girlfriends off anyway, right?

#bts scenarios #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts imagines #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #bts smut #jungkook smut #jjk smut #jungkook imagines

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ricesoupremacy · 1 year ago

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*looks pleased* drama is my middle name shakespeare's...jelli eh? what kind of grandchild, indeed. we could also exchange goss while i braid your hair. so much bonding. so cool. then i could lecture you about the evils of gadgets as my eyes are glued to a screen.

ahhh heroine moment. well cliche or not, i think it's cute you felt good about yourself lol. not everyone gets that, certainly not in school. i get it, sometimes people look a lot cooler with a certain type of frame. maybe it's more prominent with people who wear glasses regularly, or who have had them for really long. the image you have of them is automatically with glasses. so when they take it off it sort of shakes that image and you look at them with a slightly different perspective?

if you keep this up you'll soon become PoPuLaR, stay safe. joking. i don't think i will believe you, although it's obvious every school has not-so-nice people. well. it's kind of because he likes me that people know i exist. i told you he's a popular kid no. like he hangs out with seniors- that kind of popular. so two days after school reopened, some over-enthusiastic ninth grader girl came beaming up to me and straight up asked me that one dreaded question- "r u gae" and i was like "um. what. who are you :)" the conversation was just overall next-level weird and i'm still traumatised by it so i'll give you the gist of it- she kept firing off questions like an interviewer, questions like "how i learnt to aCcEpT MySeLf" and whether i've been facing any "bAcKLaSh" (girl pls) and whether i've ever had a bOyFrIeNd (✋😭) and idk some weird shit. i just had a pained smile on at the beginning because if you manage to make the juniors hate you, you've really failed at life, right? but then i started getting pissed because she asked some really weird questions. i told her to fuck off and spend more time studying circle theorems. she also said something weird about how i should date the ninth grader who likes me because we were both "pretty guys" or something I DON'T KNOW OKAY IT WAS SO WEIRD SHE KEPT TALKING OF SUBS AND SOME JAPANESE SHIT- KABUDON?? KABU SMTH- BRUH IT PHYSICALLY HURT TO LISTEN i met the ninth grade guy in the washroom after threatening the weird girl with death if she dared talk to me again and then running away. i said "HEY WHAT'S UP WITH YOUR FRIENDS WHY ARE THEY GROSS :D" to the guy (i was extremely shooketh) and he paniked and went "shit what did they say to you DID THEY SAY WEIRD STUFF TO YOU" and i said "AHAHAHAHAHA "WEIRD" IS AN UNDERESTATEMENT-" but turns out he isn't friends with her. she's some random yaoi-obsessed bitch who's annoyed because she's had a crush on him for ages but is now obsessed with him and me. why are girls so. god. he said sorry so much on her behalf. which he shouldn't even be doing. i swear i don't know why drama follows me i hate it. not talking about grandma drama but this is. this is another level. i just want to pass my classes in peace.

(please, if i found out you were a criminal i'd offer to aid you.) oh oh oh my bad. same difference bleh. see see you have game. gross, creepy uncles. why. ugh. too bad? i think it's a gift. just look at where being too flustered has got me. experience? me? psh, i have no experience in such totally morally ethically correct things. i'm, like, the most innocent person to exist. but i can always give you tips. from my uh friend's experience, of course.

on my way to obliterate people with that intense gayze rn. the power. oh me having game was established long ago. ah no, i'm not that cruel. yet. she kind of fell against the wall and clutched her heart (she was playing along obviously lol) i wouldn't have let her hug me. this is weird to say after all the rib-crushing stuff but hugging girls is so awkward. like. "where do i put my hands. why do boobs feel weird. am i violating her by thinking of this. but i don't have weird intentions. am i still violating her. shit." i end up awkwardly spinning out of hugs and giving girls side-hugs instead. or i pat them on the head. but eh i've gotten over that now, i do normal hugs. i gave up overthinking, it's bad for my health. (heh i think i was subconsciously trying to go for a leo thing. flirt so bad they fall for you bad amirite)

finally found a reason to not cut my hair

impossible :0

what is it? scaring people on elevators? letting your friends braid it so you can bOnD? can i braid your hair? like the mom/grandma does in those hair oil ads pfft

ooh will you dye your hair?? if you did, what colour would you go for?

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manjiropie · 3 years ago

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do whatever is in your mind.

Young Mikey x Reader!

Warn! no warnings today! enjoy!

It's not often Mikey and I have a quarrel. We do bicker here and there, but that's what happens between friends, right?

I've joined Toman for almost a year now– although I've known Manjiro for much longer. I met him through Emma, who is a big friend of mine for as long as I can remember. She was there for me at times when I felt like there was no exit, no light. She's an extremely important part of my life– of me.

I've come to realize that I have been spending more and more time near Mikey, which is not bad, I do enjoy his presence. He may look tough and intimidating but he's just like a mochi: freezing cold on the outside but melting saccharine inside. Now that I'm a part of the gang and actually get to know and participate, I've gotten closer to him. Here and there Mikey invites me out.

"So, it's like a date?" I'd smirk suggestively at him.

"In your dreams." He'd try to hide his smile and he'd look away.

However, there are a few little habits he has that tend to send me on a rage trip. I get mad easily. Things will likely set on fire quickly. It's not that I want to, but my mother is not one of the most patient people in the world and she tells me to cool down. As if.

This last week was the cherry on top.

Mikey had crossed the line. He had pissed me off in every single way possible. He pretended not to listen to me while he was eating. He would answer me in a "oh, I don't really fucking care about what you're talking about!" way. He tripped while he was laughing hysterically at something Draken had said and his pink lemonade was all over my white shirt. He drew in an assignment that was due to the next day for my math class. He told me off for no reason at all in front of everyone in the last Toman's meeting... all of that wasn't on purpose. I am aware of how incredibly short his attention spam is when it comes to not so important affairs. But, fuck, couldn't he just be a little nicer to me? At least during last week where I was having sharp cramps in my fucking uterus? Yeah, maybe he didn't know that because I try not to be so obvious. But when he told us we'd be training last thursday I almost laid on the ground in fetal position and cried for hours. I didn't! I fought and then went home and cried.

Then, this Saturday– today –he invited me to his house to hang out. Emma was with a friend and his grandfather was out of town. When he called me to his house we never did much. We'd watch TV, hang out on the couch discussing stupid stuff, we'd be on our phones... nothing so wow. It was still fun, though.

I wasn't in the best mood to leave my comfy bed but I was way less in the mood to fight him off over the phone. So I slid out of the bed and dressed the first jeans I saw laying on the end of my bed and the oversized Nirvana shirt hanging off my chair (it's actually my dad's shirt, shhh).

I knocked twice on his bedroom's door.

"Come in." He yelled from inside. I open the door and he's laying on the bed, his head hanging off of it and his hair is almost touching the floor. His face lit up and he rolled over so he laid on his stomach. I walk over and sit down beside him.

"What's up with the frown?" I didn't notice I was frowning to be honest. Guess the bad mood followed me here.

I shrug.

"Ugh, don't tell me you're in a bad mood." He whines. "I called you here to chill and you're already angry. What's up?" He lays on his pillow and swings his legs to place them on my lap. I huff and shove them off, getting up.

"You've been treating me like shit the whole week and now you wanna chill?" I say, more calm than I thought.

"I did not treat you like shit this week? When do I treat you like shit?" His tone was one of disbelief and confusion.

"Ah, Mikey. Embarrassing me in front of the rest of gang; spilling your drink on my school shirt, which is now stained; ignoring me or answering like you're bored..." I list them off on my fingers. "I am the one who asks, what's up with you?! God, you're always being so unpredictable, which is good sometimes but not like this! Not to me!"

I flop down on the couch, starting to get tired of this whole thing. Knowing Mikey, I know that he'll not lay down again.

"So you're the only one allowed to have bad days now?" He sits on the edge of his bed and I turn my head around lazily, uninterested, bored, like him.

"You were laughing incredibly loud with Takemitchi and Draken friday."

"You can be so annoying sometimes."

"Oh, I'm the annoying one now?" I stand up.

"If you don't like my company, why did you even come in first place?" He also stands. We don't have much height difference, but he's hardly two inches taller than me.

His voice is calm, like always. Which makes me infuriated. "Fucking hell! Does it hurt for you to apologize!?" My sudden outburst takes him on surprise, and me, too.

"I already apologized, stop whining about it."

"I'm not whining–"

"If you weren't," he walks to his desk and sets a cup that was once beside his bed down. "You would've dropped this matter before."

"You don't give a damn about what I feel, do you, Mikey?"

"What?" He turns around, brows knit together.

"You heard me. You made me have a bad week and the least you could do is apologize, you dumbass!" I stomp to his direction.

"I already did! Why don't you–"

"Shut up or I'll punch you." I say, slightly looking up.

His eyebrows twitch and he slowly tilts his head to the side, like a puppy. "Or what.. ?"

"Are you fucking deaf?" I point to my ears.

He comes a little closer. "You're gonna do what if I don't shut up?"

"I'm going to punch you if you don't stop being a brat." I sneer at him. My blood boiling. The stress from this shitty past week overflowing in that moment.

"Oh, yeah?" I could feel his breath oh my nose.

"What? Are you doubting me? I would." I jerk up an eyebrow. I've never fought physically with him. But it's not like I can't.

"I'd like to see you try." His eyes flicker to my lips for a brief second and my breath fails, making me cough.

"What? Can't punch me?" He amuses.

"Fuck you."

Suddenly I feel an arm sneak around my waist and in a second I'm chest to chest with Mikey. My eyes widen– his were peaceful as ever, although superior.

"Do it." He says, looking down at me.

The way he's holding me is making my head spin. True, Mikey is cute...

"Do what?"

He laughs at my confused expression. "I don't know... what did you say you'd do to me?"

Ha ha.

His hold on me tightens.

"Do whatever is on your mind." He says.

My eyes roam free between his eyes and his soft pink lips. Do whatever is on your mind.

If he knew what was on my mind, would he still allow me to?

"Do it," he encourages me once again, "aren't you the 'oh so brave' one? Punch me, yell at me, do whatever you want to me."

Those words were the last push I needed. My hands find the soft skin of his neck, hidden by his long hair. I pull him close and lock our lips together. I feel him making a little sound, I don't know if it was surprise or relief.

If by just looking at it his lips seemed soft, actually touching it felt like kissing cotton candy or guessing cloud shapes.

He didn't pull back, in fact, he held me with both hands. I have no clue how he did that but it seemed as though all of my worries dissipated as we kissed.

My heart was beating so fast that it made my chest hurt. My head started to pound when I spent a little too long without air. I pull back from his lips and keep my gaze on them as I breathe heavily.

"Hm." He hums quietly, almost dreamily if you'd ask me.

I look up at his face and smile a bit, noticing how his cheeks are pink. I lift an eyebrow up as if asking what he was thinking. He shakes his head and then puts his right hand on my cheek, caressing it. He kisses me again. This time is slower. As though being present in the moment. As if it were just me and him and nothing else.

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