#lmk if you want me to delete this bud!

[stopthatnel]

tears of honey

a quick lil ting about my babyboy connie ᴥ this man lives in my head rent free and agghhhh i want him so bad please (not proofread don’t come for me pls)

edit: i’ve been having so much trouble trying to fully upload my fics bcus somehow someway my paragraphs keep getting deleted ಠ_ಠ anyways take two lmk if things seem off lol

cw: dacryphilia, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), choking, degradation, pet names, mating press, & straight up nastiness. wc: 1.01k

where’s the rest of your work?

18+ content below the cut, MDNI!

you were barely moaning at this point, simply a whimpering, whiny mess. connie laid on his stomach, head between your legs, and his tongue dipping in and out of you. he’d been down there for what felt like hours, and you’ve been fucking for what felt like days. you’re not so sure what happened to connie, coming home and slamming the door shut. you weren’t complaining when he grabbed your ankles and dragged you to the side of the bed, dropping to his knees and pressing his face against your cloth clad cunt.

“c-connie!” you’d yelp, instinctively reaching to push his head away from you. “what’s going on?” it was barely a question, more of an exclamation. he paid you no mind, kissing on your mound and thighs breathing in deeply. your face grew red in embarrassment, propping yourself onto your elbows to watch the man bury himself between your thighs. adjusting, you reach a hand out to run your fingers through his hair. a lopsided smile found it’s way onto your face.

“you missed me baby?” you ask, earning a grunt from your lover. his teeth nipped at the edges of your underwear, he loved the way you wore nothing but that and his shirt. you smelled like him, a beautiful mixture of your vanilla and his musk seeping off your skin. “let me eat you out, sweetheart.” that too, wasn’t a question.

fast forward to now, your thighs twitched around his head every time he flicked his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves. the sounds coming from between your legs were obscene, the slurping, the sucking, the spitting. you could barely form the words to ask for a quick second, but even after three orgasms you weren’t so sure you were ready to say so. the few times he came up from between your legs was to shove his cock into you, teasing you with soft and slow strokes, gently cradling your jaw in his palm and gazing into your eyes.

after the second orgasm, you found it hard to keep your eyes open. your head would roll back into the pillows, eyes scrunched tightly. connie didn’t like this, no, no. he asked you nicely the first time, “look at me baby, let me see what this dick do to you.” and you tried, but not enough. the second time he wasn’t asking, ramming his cock into you and wrapping his slender fingers around your neck to pull your face up from the sunken pillows.

“you’re fucked dumb already?” he sneered at you with a grin. “c-con, ‘s too much!” you’d whine, furrowing your brows. his pace was relentless, he was digging into you, harsh upwards strokes that he knew he had at the right angle.

“fuck, fuck, fuck!” you whine, feeling him pull out. the sensation of the cold was short lived, and his lips were wrapped around your bud again.

“c- connie!”

your hips involuntarily bucked into his mouth as he hollowed his cheeks around your clit, rolling your eyes into the back of your head. it didn’t matter how much you twitched, connie simply followed your pussy wherever it went until you ended up with your head hanging off the edge of the mattress.

“whatchu’ running from baby?” he’d mumble against your lips, hearing not a single cohesive response. “just a dumb fucking slut, who just loves to act like the smartest person in the room.” he knows he’s talking to himself at this point, but the way you clenched around his fingers let him know you were listening. he curls his fingers up into you, another cry escaping your lips.

you could feel the tears brimming at your eyes, overwhelmed with sensations of pleasure. there was not a single thought inside your pretty little brain. sweat was beading up on your forehead, skin flushed and hot to touch. you had to remind yourself to breathe constantly, choking on your own staggered breath and saliva. you thought you were spent, but the knot in your stomach told you otherwise.

“you can give daddy one more, right baby?” your brain could barely wrap around uttering words, finding strength to lift your head up to catch a glimpse of connie looking up at your tear streaked face. that look was enough for connie to understand, lowering his face to suckle on your lips one last time before thrusting himself back into you. he’s hooking his arms underneath your knees and pushing them back, your petite body giving him more than enough room to lock his fingers behind your neck, holding you up.

his thrusts were slow this time around, digging into the deepest parts of you, cock kissing your cervix with each snap of his hips. your tears wouldn’t stop flowing down your cheeks, was it crazy for connie to find it hot? to have you fucked dumb on his dick, crying because it feels so good?

a grin splits his lips as he feels your hips twitch and roll underneath his hold, unable to tear his eyes off the tears gliding down your blissed out face. “this pussy is mine, right?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

“i- oh! it’s yours daddy, it’s all yours!”

“yeah baby, i know, i know.” he soothes, peppering kisses onto the side of your mouth. “you take this dick so fucking good, say you fucking love it.”

“i,” you choke, forcing yourself to open your eyes. “i love it so much! i love you! shit-” your vision was blurred from tears that filled your eyes, blinking them away. you found that knot in your stomach exploding, and for a second your vision blacked out. blinking away the darkness, you fell limp into your boyfriends arms, leaving him to hold you up.

connie leaned in to kiss you softly, on your lips, your forehead, your chin. he drags his tongue against your cheeks, mumbling sweet nothings as he passes your ears. he licked a long stripe from the corner of your lips up to your eyes, tasting the salty water that streaked down them.

“y’know i never wanna see you like this babygirl…” he mutters, thrusts becoming sloppy. “but you look so pretty cryin’ around my cock like this.”

[lxfinty]

┊'𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞'

neteyam te suli tsyeyk’itan ; avatar: the way of water

pairing: neteyam x omaticaya!gn!reader 

warnings: light fluff, budding romance, a lot of commas (not even a warning but it’s bugging me how I used so many)

request: n/a

summary: inspired by ‘yes to heaven’ - lana del rey

a/n: I heard this song and immediately wanted to do a fic with it, but then I saw the footage of the deleted dance scene from avatar 1 (lmk if you want a link or something) and knew it had to be done,, takes place some time before the sullys leave the forest

character credit: avatar movie series

w/c: 1.7k

part 2: ‘and if you don’t, i’ll dance anyway’

As you approach the Omaticaya’s kelutral, you cannot help but immediately smile in the festive ambiance.

The clan is currently hosting a celebration for the success of one of the war parties. Ey’tey jahmka hiru’tayas – tree drums made of holes within the Hometree – are being struck in various different locations; the vibrations of the melodies sending happy tingles throughout your body.

Around you, your people are in various states of enjoyment. Warriors are reunited with their families, thanking Eywa for letting them live to see their loved ones again. Many have dressed in their best garments, littering their hair with beads and their bodies with jewelry. 

This was a time to not only appreciate the survivors, but to give final thanks to your sisters and brother who have returned back to All-Mother after their great fight.

You tried to put a little extra effort in your appearance this morning, adorning your braids with a few colorful wooden beads and your loincloth with a few accented pieces.

Walking through the Hometree, you grin at recognized faces, making sure to welcome the returned and give gentle smiles to those experiencing loss. As you weave through the crowds, you catch sight of the eldest son of Toruk Makto, sitting around one of the many fires with his family.

You would like to say Neteyam is one of your best friends. 

Ever since you were young and his siblings had found you exploring the forest, you’ve joined them on their many wanderings and activities. The only thing is, Neteyam is always too busy that he never actually gets to join and enjoy himself. He’s always off training with his dad or out on a hunt; he never allows himself to relax and actually be a child.

You hate it.

There have been many nights where you have caught Neteyam returning from training, long after his father has returned; forcing himself to perfect his stances and study his problem areas – not that he has many.

He has engulfed his life in expectations: following them, achieving them, perfecting them, then exceeding them. The pressure he has had since a young boy due to his status as the next olo’eyktan has taken over his childhood, and he no longer allows himself to simply exist.

Due to this, you try to help Neteyam loosen up whenever you get the chance, and right now was the perfect opportunity. 

You stroll over to the area where he and his family reside. He’s currently conversing with Lo’ak, though he does not seem to be enjoying himself. His toothy smile – which you have bare witness to on several occasions – is not in appearance and a small, almost sad looking grin has taken its place.

“Hi, Y/N!” Tuk rushes out of her mom’s arms and darts in your direction, holding her own arms out when she nears. 

“”Hey, Tuk,” you playfully scrunch your nose as you pick up her small frame. You twirl her around whilst lifting her high above your head before placing her on your hip. “How is my favorite Sully sibling doing today?” You tickle her stomach lightly while speaking loud enough for the rest of the family to hear.

“Nah that’s just cold,” Lo’ak puts his hand over his heart and shakes his head in a hurt manner, “all the years we’ve been together and this cry baby comes along and suddenly I mean nothing to you.”

Tuk sticks her tongue out from the place on your side, making a small hum before placing her arms around your neck and resting her head on your shoulder. 

“What can I say Lo’ak?” You lightly shrug your shoulders before sitting in the empty space next to Neteyam and placing Tuk on your lap.. “You’ve been slacking in the favorites department and a demotion was long overdue.” 

You nudge the elder brother’s shoulder and inquire in a light tone, “and how is the family’s best tsamsiyu doing today?” 

It almost seems as though his mood has already lightened from the way his smile brightens.

“I am good Y/N. Thank you for asking.”

You carry light conversation with the Sully kids, complimenting Neytiri on her beautiful jewelry and greeting Jake when he stops by after mingling with his people. In this time, Neteyam only makes light jokes and adds very little to the conversation, even as Lo’ak repeatedly pushes his buttons in hopes of him pushing back.

You softly sigh, stopping the moves you’re currently doing with Tuk: you swinging and twirling her in correspondence to the music from your position on the log. You turn Tuk around and point towards a few kids who are dancing together and watch her run off to join them.

As you turn to ask Neteyam what is wrong, the drummers start to play one of your favorite songs and you cannot help but smile. You quickly hop up and wave the kids to come join you. Lo’ak gets up immediately, happy to move around and do basically anything. Kiri, though reluctant, slowly rises and you take her hands, quickly spinning her in a circle before you both move to the beat. 

You close your eyes and let the music consume you: swaying to the rhythm, gliding on your feet, moving your arms in accordance. Music was always one of the main ways you felt your connection to Great Mother deepen. Whether it be remembering the verses that accompany your clan’s various songcords, learning the ways of the drums, or joining in on any events that had dances involved; music always moved through you in a spiritual manner.

The song shifts, changing into a partner dance that every Na’vi is taught from a young age.

Immediately, you open your eyes and meet Neteyam’s gaze. 

You tilt your head in a “come here” gesture, but he scrunches his nose and shakes his head, his braids jostling due to the movement. You giddily walk over to him, a slight skip in your step, and grab his hands, attempting to pull him up from his sitting position and towards the dance circle.

“Y/N, I am not much of a dancer.”

“You must dance,” you say as you manage to pull him up, “it is the way.”

As you drag him away, you glance back and see Neytiri smiling at you and her son. You bow your head back at her before proceeding into your necessary positions.

“Y/N, I really do not know what I am doing.” 

The boy almost seems…nervous? Whether it was because of his so-called “lacking” dance skills or simply because he was dancing with you, you did not know.

“You learned dance when you were younger, yes?” You rock on your heels and bounce on the balls of your feet once he nods, “then you are fine, ma Neteyam.”

As the music starts to pick up, you hold your forearms vertical in front of your face, your palms facing you. Although he is opposed at first, Neteyam slowly does the same, and you can’t fight the giant smile that appears on your face. 

You slowly start to twinkle your fingers as your arms raise above your head. When your hand brushes against his, you can’t help but blush. You look him directly in the eyes to make sure he is doing okay.

You find he is doing more than that.

His smile seems to be growing by the second. His shoulders lose their tension, his eyes fluttering like he is finally letting go of his mind and taking in his environment. 

Once your arms straighten above your head, your turn your hands over and slowly bring them back down with the same twinkling fingers. As your tips gently tap against his, you can’t help the way your heartbeat picks up. 

You’ve never felt this close to Neteyam before. 

Whenever the two of you spent time together previously, it was always in light of his siblings: you joining him and Lo’ak on an ikran ride, you aiding Kiri when she patched him up after injury, you babysitting Tuk when Jake and Neytiri went out hunting while the others were busy. It’s come to your realization that the “moments” you’ve had with Neteyam were never really yours.

Now, even though you guys were not technically alone, felt different than the other times. This was between you guys; you and him alone.

Even though your mind was pacing a million thoughts a minute, you noticed that your partner had stopped the gentle taps against your fingers. 

This sent your brain into overdrive.

‘Why am I thinking like this?’

‘Has he ever thought like this?’

‘Oh Eywa, did I really just force him to dance with me?’

‘He was so reluctant at first. Is he only giving in because I wanted to dance? 

‘Have I made him uncomfortable?’

“Y/N…?”

You startle a bit at the sudden voice so close to you and start to pull your hands away.

“I am so sorry, Neteyam. I did not mean to force you to dance with me. You just seemed so out of it today, more than usual at least, and I wanted to help you relax a bit. Wait, not that I notice when you are out of it. I mean it is kind of obvious that you would be – you are the son of the olo’eyktan after all. Wait, I am supposed to be helping you forget that right now…”

Neteyam grabs your hands back and gently intertwines his fingers with yours. Your eyes pop back up to his face. The confusion must be present on your face because he actually chuckles when you meet his eyes.

“Thank you, Y/N. Truly I…I needed this.”

You cannot stop the warmth that spreads across your skin at his soft words.

“Oh…It is no problem.” Your eyes pop down to your locked hands and you softly grin before looking back at him.

What happens next actually surprises you.

Neteyam pushes you back a bit before twirling you around and continuing the dance. It catches you off guard at first, but you quickly recover and nudge his shoulder once you’re reeled back back in.

“What has happened to not being able to dance, hm?”

“A big part of dancing is who your partner is,” he says with the slight tilt of his head and a shrug, “if you dance Y/N, I’ll dance.”

Okay I wasn’t sure if I wanted to make this a oneshot or divide it, but I haven’t posted in so long and this was already a decent size by itself so yeah

Also, I’ve organized all the requests and stuff I’ve been sent for various shows/movies/books, so I’ll get to everything when I can !!

[trendywaifus]

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WELCOME !

first and foremost guys, this blog is a multi-fandom blog! i write for whatever i like and i also write whatever y’all like thru requests, thirsts, etc. there will be times where ill lean into a particular fandom more than the other so yeah!

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incest, step incest

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scat

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illnesses (sfw)

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k, that’s all folks, lmk when/if you have questions.

[grittyreadsfic]

[1/11] Hi!! I hope you're doing well :). I'm not here for anything in particular, I am just big mad about a fic that I'm /trying/ to write, and your vibes are that your blog is an acceptable place to scream about fic. So. Here I am. I'm writing about the loneliness of never fully feeling yourself in any part of your life. Because hockey RPF is prime projection real estate for me, I'm exploring that through the coexistence (or potential lack thereof) of hockey and not being straight.

[2/11] (I feel sort of bad for this, because I might not be queer. But like, I've been confused over my sexuality for enough years to be bothered by the loneliness of not feeling comfortable talking to my equivalent of my "hockey friends" about my tragic possible pining for my best friend. Hence the projection fic.) ANYWAYS, what I want to write about is, yes, the loneliness of being at the rink and not feel confident in bringing your sexuality there.

[3/11] However, I also want to write about the loneliness outside the rink too. In my life, my equivalent of "hockey" is a huge part of my life, and I don't think I'm really me without it. I'm at my best when I'm at the "rink". I’m at my most confident, my most ambitious, my most determined, my most resilient.

[4/11] I don't feel comfortable being honestly myself at the "rink" so I don't get to really be myself there, but I also don't get to be really myself outside the "rink" because I'm not really myself without "hockey". So, it's like I never get to be whole, and it's lonely because it feels like there's no one who knows me in my entirety, I'm always just broken up into pieces of myself (yikes that sounds dramatic, it’s not that bad it’s just :/ sometimes).

[5/11] The fic, while capturing that experience, is not super sad though!! It's a story of an old retired queer player (Danny Briere) taking a possibly-queer and probably-torn-up-about-his-sexuality-according-to-Captain-Dad-Giroux rookie (Carter Hart) under Danny's wing. From that, they feel less alone. It gives Carter someone with whom he's comfortable talking about all his confusion over his sexuality who really gets and understands Carter.

[6/11] He needs someone to lean on; he's a goddamn hockey player. Hockey players never do anything alone because they're always part of a team. That's how Carter grew up, and it's lonely to be faced with something he's so confused over and not be able to lean on his team. It gives Danny a chance for him to be seen by someone else in his entirety (sexuality, hockey, and everything else).

[7/11] *Gasp* I always circle around to The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known. It also gives Danny perspective that leads him to have compassion for his younger self, to understand that he didn't deserve to be alone then just as Carter deserves someone to lean on. It gives Danny a chance to have compassion for his current self too, to validate how hard it can be to feel not feel fully himself or fully known either at the rink or at home.

[8/11] Danny realizes that the reason it hurts for him is because, when he rips apart these pieces of himself, he never gets to be loved by his husband for all of who he is. But it's ok!!!! Carter gets the support he's missing and grows into himself a little. It's easier for him to come out to the people he wants to come out to (like teammates), once he has a better understanding of his sexuality.

[9/11] Also, Carter finally determines, that, yes, he has in fact had feelings for his high school best friend for about three years now. They start dating and Danny and his husband are very excited for their baby rookie, although the process of them being ready to date takes some time. Danny gets to see that he's not alone either, and he can in fact look for the corners of the hockey world where he gets to play hockey and not feel alone. Yikes this was incredibly long, I'm very sorry.

[10/11] I am seething because I know what I want out of this fic, I've written a lot of the scenes that really encapsulate important moments of Danny and Carter's arcs, but I cannot seem to outline it FOR THE LIFE OF ME. I lowkey want to throw my computer because I know where I am going!!!! But I cannot make a map and it's KILLING ME *screams*. Anyways thank you for running this blog!

[11/11] I really love finding new fics that you post about, and I also apologize for spamming your inbox with however many asks it takes to send you this whole thing. I'm sorry, you can do what you please with this, feel free to ignore it, I mostly wanted to vent and that has been accomplished. Also, fun fact, I just found out that you can only send ten asks in an hour or else tumblr yells at you and makes you wait an hour. Me: sends 11 anons. Tumblr: why are you like this??

editted with the final ask as of now: okay hello!! as of right now, it’s 10/11 for the messages because it reads as if that’s the end and i haven’t heard back from you about it re my post so i’ll edit it if need be! but for now: an answer (side note: i remember back when tumblr had no ask rules back in the day when i existed on pop punk tumblr in the early 2010s and i miss it)

this blog is 100% a place to come scream about fic! my need to scream about fic is why it exists in the first place

i am intimately familiar with the feeling you’re describing and i absolutely would love to read a fic focused around that (and god, what a fucking fun concept, i’m a sucker for fics with that kind of platonic dynamic at the forefront) 

i’m not much of a writer (i love world building and plotting things about but i never actually enjoy the act of writing) so take my suggestions with a grain of salt about it but: if you have the scenes, maybe try writing them all down on sticky notes/scraps of paper/programs like scrivener (i think it costs money idk if there’s free equivalent) and laying them out, and trying to figure out how to get from point a to b to c etc? or if you have someone you can talk through it all with, maybe? i process things externally and i’m more hands on, so those are just the two ways that come to mind for trying to map it out

i hope you get past the little block you’re having at this point of the writing process though! it sounds like a lovely fic!

[folkloreguk]

French Class [6]

A/N: You guys might want to whack out your love song playlist for this one…I cried writing this BYE I'm posting this from my grave!!

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, ANGST, smut

words: ~ 3.8 k

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You: can I come over? I kind of need u

H/N: you need me huh…you’re lucky I’m home alone

It always starts differently. Some other question, or a subtle message of telling him you’re bored, or a flat-out confession of being horny. The ending is always the same. You, naked in his bed. You just had to get there, and things were easy when you were already on his dorm’s doorstep.

The moment he had opened the door, you had fistfuls of his hair between your fingers and attacked his mouth in a feverish kiss. He made a noise between a laugh and surprise but reacted quickly. His lips parted right away, letting you in, and you tasted mint from the chewing gum he liked so much.

“Let me- at least- close the door,” he mumbled. “Jeez, what’s gotten into you today?”

You stepped aside and mirrored his grin. He was acting surprised, but the way he instantly locked your lips after he had shut the door told you he was enjoying this as much as you were. You ran your hands down his torso and along the side of his thighs. His happy hum only poured oil into the fire, and you saw no reason as to why you should have kept your clothes on any longer. In minutes, in the middle of heated kisses and clumsy chuckles, your clothes were discarded, and you were left in your underwear. You stumbled into his bedroom in a tangle of arms and legs and heads barely pulling apart.

“Will you tell me about the date you had today or are we skipping over that part?” he asked, as he pushed you down by the shoulders onto his bed. You groaned a little, not even knowing where to start.

“Didn’t go well, huh?” he asked. Only a few nights ago you had consoled him after his failed date, now the roles were reversed.

“That’s one way to put it,” you said. He was climbing on top of you now, and the weight of him between your thighs still did the same things to you it had done the first time. There was one of his random playlists playing quietly from the speakers, but you were both too occupied to even consider switching the music off. You weren’t in the mood for a chat, not when he was biting and sucking bruises into your chest, pushing aside your bra just enough. But you knew he wasn’t going to let it go this easily.

“Tell me about it or I won’t take one more piece of clothing off your body,” he threatened. You shot him an are-you-serious-look while he only blinked at you innocently, like he was awaiting your response.

“Fine,” you groaned. “But hurry, now.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, before unclasping your bra and throwing it to the other side of the room. “Go ahead, I expect a story.”

You had rolled your eyes at him, but when he sucked on your nipple all of a sudden, and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud ever so perfectly, your eyes moved to the back of your head involuntarily. And, before he could complain, you started to retell today’s events.

“Alright. First of all, he acted all gentleman-y. Pulling back my chair at the restaurant, letting me have a look at the menu first, letting me order first, asking me if I was okay with our seats because they were in the sunshine, or whether he should have requested we get a different in the shade table, blah, blah, blah.”

With the lewd noises he was making, kissing your chest and fumbling with your breasts, you almost wondered whether he was paying attention to you at all.

“I’m waiting for the plot twist,” he chuckled. “If he had been this great, you wouldn’t be in my bed right now, would you?” He was now on his way to your lower regions. Your breaths came out shaky when he gripped your hips with familiar fingertips and placed a few kisses there, right above the material of your underwear. Nonetheless, you had to continue your story.

“Oh, it’s coming,” you said. “Because I suspect, the only reason he was acting that way was to compensate. For the fact that he was an hour late.”

He stifled a laugh, and you slapped his head playfully. “It’s not funny! I stood outside that restaurant on a busy street like an idiot for an hour. During exam season!”

“I wonder, if studying is so special to you- ,” he said. He tugged on your underwear, and you barely cared about his words when you were already imagining his mouth on your pussy. “Why aren’t you at home right now, doing just that?”

“Too frustrated,” you groaned, spreading your legs, practically inviting him in. “You don’t get it. That was only the beginning of the date. It gets worse.”

“Oh, damn,” he laughed, and you were going to slap him again. Harder, this time. But his tongue kitten-licked over your clit and you didn’t dare interrupt him further.

“First of all, he turned out to be boring. An economics major. And look, I’m not generalizing, I’ve met some cool economics majors. But when I said I never really understood the whole thing with inflation and deflation, I wasn’t asking for him to explain it to me. I know what it means, I just meant to say money is the root of all evil,” you said, little moans slipping inbetween your sentences. He laughed whilst sipping on your clit. You couldn’t be mad at his laughing anymore. In fact, at the sound of his chuckles, your own lips curled into a smile, too. God, he was so good with his tongue.

“But turns out he loved money. Like it was the sole reason he was doing anything. When he showed me his gold watch I almost yawned,” you continued.

“Dating a rich guy can have its upsides too, though,” he said, but you knew he was joking. He was running the tips of his fingers over your core, and you whimpered at how badly you wanted him to put them inside of you. You loved watching him, loved feeling his hair tickle the side of your thighs and having his free hand laying on top of your hipbone. The familiarity of it all, his little habits, made your heart heavy, so full of emotion, all of a sudden. But you had to snap out of it.

“Not this guy. He kept saying these lowkey sexist things I won’t repeat now. It’ll only make me mad again. He was one of those who thought money would buy him a girlfriend. And I was really trying to see the good in him…only there was none,” you said.

“Alright, I’m starting to understand why you needed some cheering up,” he said. “Good thing you’re at the right place. I know just the thing.”

At this, he slid his digits into you. You hummed and dropped your head into the plush pillow. Slowly, you exhaled, happy you finally got to relax after being so upset. But of course, he had to interrupt. Again.

“Did I say you could stop? Was that the end of the story?” he said. How did he expect you to form a coherent sentence? He fingered you gently, but the slowness of it all only drove you crazier. You felt every tiny sensation, every new bit of you he touched.

“No,” you sulked. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

“Go on, then,” he encouraged you, grinning because he was proud of your reaction he had caused.

“Fuck- okay. He was super shitty to the waiter. I’m talking about criticizing everything. This man had the audacity to complain about the food. I’m not a food critic, but I swear the food was amazing, there was nothing to fault at all,” you said, and then whined when he switched from licking your clit to sucking it between his teeth. You knew he was doing this on purpose. To make speaking harder for you.

“Oh my god, H/N. Wait, let me finish this. Not only was he horrible to the waiter in person, but he also made fun of the waiter’s appearance behind his back. And all along he expected me to find him funny. I used to think he had a sense of humor but not after today. Blech.”

“At least you got a free dinner?” he said, and without awaiting your answer, went back to work. Your head was spinning in pleasure, and you could only laugh sarcastically at his suggestion.

“Yeah. And after that train wreck of a date, he really thought he’d get to stick his tongue down my throat,” you said.

“Did he at least ask permission?” asked the boy between your legs.

“Mhm…but I told him I don’t do that on the first date,” you said. “Safe to say there won’t be another date, though.”

He looked up now, laughing more than before. You grinned, mainly because the sight of him was so cute. He folded his hands on your belly and put his face down onto your skin to giggle. In no way could you be upset or urge him to keep giving you head. In fact, you had forgotten about all of that for a while, as he seemed to enjoy your misfortune a little too wildly. You should have been hungry, eager to have the half-naked boy inside of you. Yet, you laughed at the way his breaths tickled your stomach and when he finally made eye contact, it was a wholly different sort of hunger which overcame you. Instead of the heat he usually made you feel, it was a comfortable warmth that was in your chest. It reminded you of a bonfire or of drinking your favorite hot drink on a cool autumn day.

“I want to watch you come,” he said, casually. “Were you close?”

You were so lost in his trustworthy, dreamy eyes, you almost forgot to reply. Quickly, you nodded and hummed.

“I would have already come, had you not pestered me to tell you all the details of my date,” you said. The way his cheeks beamed when he smiled made you feel as if your insides were turning into mush.

“I’m sorry. I’m your friend, aren’t I allowed to ask how your day went?” he asked.

“Of course you are,” you said. The word ‘friend’ echoed off every wall in your head until you wished you could have deleted it from the dictionary.

“I’ll make sure it feels extra good now,” he said, kissing your stomach. You shivered as you watched his gentle lips move lower, to your hips and the insides of your thighs. The touch felt like butterfly wings on your skin, and the tardiness of it made you impatient. When his tongue came in contact with your clit again, you sucked in a breath of surprise.

He tried to start slowly, but then you gripped his hair tightly, and carefully pushed him further. It was something you did often, a way to tell him you wanted more without having to use words. After all this time, he understood perfectly. Your clit was between his lips and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pleasure. It felt incredible, creating a funny sensation in the pit of your stomach. His fingers grazed over your slit until you were whimpering and shifting your hips, trying to make him hurry.

One of his digits slid into you easily, curling against your sweet spot, and it hit you only now how much you had missed him between your legs since he had stopped a few minutes ago. It made you feel as though you were suddenly overwhelmed with all of him, but you were willing to let the heat crash over you if it meant you could be close to him.

“Am I making it up to you now?” he asked as he pulled away merely for a breath. “I’ll turn your day into a good one after all.”

In a different tone his words would have sounded like the exact thing one would have expected to hear from a fuckboy in the bedroom. He could have boasted and bragged endlessly about how great he was with his tongue and fingers – he would have been right – but he didn’t mean it like that. You could tell from the uprightness and the authenticity in his voice that he really was doing his best because he wanted to make you feel better and turn your day around. Because you were special to him. Or so you desperately hoped.

Your legs wrapped around his shoulders as if you were trapping him between your thighs. But he was right there, and he would gladly stay for so much longer, and to say it puzzled you was an understatement. The boy who belonged to everybody, who was known by all of the campus, was treating you like you were royalty, and not the other way around. You moaned, his name inevitably falling from your lips. He added another finger and the slightest stretch made you lose your mind for a split second.

“That guy could have never made you feel this good, could he?” he suddenly asked. Your initial response was a helpless whine. You had been so close, and his talking had interrupted the otherworldly bliss for a moment.

“No, never,” you then whimpered shortly. ‘No’ was such a tiny word. It could barely encapsule what you truly meant to say. Which was that it would have never even gotten that far. That other guys couldn’t even have you at all. They didn’t get their turn to try and beat him. Not as of lately, at least. That you didn’t so much as dare to think about sleeping with other guys. That even before you had gone on the date, you had known it wouldn’t lead to anything. No guy could let you develop an interest on him in the same way the boy between your legs had done it. No other would be able to kidnap your brain like that. H/N was always there. Even when it was only you and your sex toys, you would automatically pretend it was him getting you off. You were so far gone that it was embarrassing how long it had taken you to admit it to yourself. But it was a colossal thing to confess to him, and you would never do that. Rejection would hurt a billion times more than whatever it was you two had now.

Your heart was racing as you closed your eyes. You had been so lost in thought, it was wondrous you hadn’t fallen yet. But you were right on the edge, making your breaths come out like puffs and a string of moans and swears sound from your lips. He too had stopped talking, concentrating on the task at hand, and judging by the way your back arched he was doing one hell of a good job.

“Oh my god- “ you whimpered. “I’m so close, H/N.”

This time he didn’t reply, which was for the best. Only a few seconds passed until you started to quiver and whine beneath him. You were going to outer space behind your eyelids as your high rushed through you. Your fingers curled and tightened in his locks while your legs clenched around his head. He was quick to pull your thighs apart again, still not being finished. For long seconds you swam in pleasure, with nothing on your mind but bursting stars. He was heaven, knowing precisely how far he could take it until you were too sensitive to take any more.

When you were at that point, he finally pulled away and looked up at your crumpled form. There was a lazy smile playing in the corner of your lips and your vision was hazy after having had your eyes closed for a while. He climbed up your body until his chest was against yours so he could really look at you.

“I get all of this without ever having been on a single date with you? I’m so lucky,” he said. You only smiled at him, at a loss for words. What were you to say? The two of you were clearly past the awkward dating stage already.

“I’m lucky you let me come over all the time,” you said. “I would have expected the campus fuckboy to be busier. To not have an empty spot in his bed every night.”

“Ah, shut up,” he said. “I’d rather have you here than a girl I don’t know at all. Look, I’m really tired so I don’t know how this will go…but can I?” He was on his knees, a tent visible in his boxers. With a questioning look, he was tugging them down his legs now.

“Of course,” you said. As you watched him roll on a condom, your ears perked up. Did that song have to come on shuffle just now? The coziest, most romantic love song you adored so much? You knew if you looked him in the eyes you’d be done for. But there wasn’t anywhere else to look when he settled between your legs and held up his weight with his forearms. His eyes were deep enough for you to get lost within a second. Distracting yourself was impossible. The one last thing you could do was to reach between the two of you and guide his length into you.

The song’s chorus came on, you looked at him once again, and suddenly you were all his. You didn’t need to tell him so. He thrust gently, almost carefully, like he had never done it with you. Your heart hammered against your ribcage so vivaciously, you wondered whether it had turned autonomous and was now trying to jump out of your body, onto his skin and through it, so it could nestle next to his own heart.

Neither of you spoke. Yet, there had never been so much chemistry, such a heavy amount of uncommunicated emotions between the two of you. You were ready to hang on his every word, should he decide to speak up. In your head rampaged a billion sentiments you needed him to know, but there was no option to express them adequately. Perhaps there were simply no words in the English language to declare your feelings for him.

Small whimpers and moans left your lips only for him to hear. Sometimes he moved a little quicker, gifting you with the most perfect sounds he could make. And to know you were the cause for it sent you into overdrive. His mouth was right above yours. If you lifted your head slightly, you could have kissed his sweet, sweet lips. But you were so afraid. What would he think? You had never kissed him during sex. Not softly, like you wanted it so terribly.

Even worse, you craved so much more than that. You wanted to pull him in, envelope his mouth in your own, crawl over the edge of his lips and reside in his chest for safety. Because that’s what he was. Comfort. Reassurance. Home. How foolish you had been, pretending this little fling would lead to nothing more. You really had told yourself this would work. No feelings. Just fun. You couldn’t deny having fun with him. He was the best company you had ever known, and he had become your most precious friend quickly. It was as if you had only been waiting for the silly, flirty boy to sit across from you in the library and make weak advances towards you.

The love song tuned out slowly, replaced by something more sensual and sinful. In accordance with the new background noise, he gripped your hips a little meaner and went faster. You barely noticed how his breathing had sped up as he was getting closer to his orgasm. A trance had overcome you, transfixing you on his godlike features and how much it hurt to know you couldn’t call him yours. In your head you were made for each other. They always said to date your best friend, didn’t they? You could try to turn back time, go back to your first meeting place, at the party. See if things would turn out different. But you knew they wouldn’t. As much as your fear tried to suppress it – you would take the same path again, stumbling head-first into his arms and letting him into your life like a crashing wave of laughter and heart-crushing conversations.

Now you reflected in despair, how he had taken your heart in a storm, without having to try too hard. And worst of all, you were okay with it. Your heart was secure with him, you thought. The feelings yearned to be spoken out loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“You feel so good,” he said. “Always, so fucking good.”

He snapped his hips against yours, burying his cock deep inside of you and all you could muster was a hum of agreement. This is what you got for keeping him at arms-length from the beginning. Wasn’t it you who had challenged him to be friends and only that? Perhaps you would be okay, so long as no one else called him theirs either. You could go on like this, letting him use you for sexual relief and making him laugh when he needed it. Gladly, you would take the pain of not being allowed to love him with your whole being if it meant you could see him whenever you wanted. Exposing those silly emotions would wreck your friendship and you wouldn’t let it happen.

He grunted and only then, when he lowered his head into the crook of your neck and moaned your name, you realized he was reaching his high. Softly, you cradled his head in your hands, as if it was the last time you could hold him like this. When he put his forehead against yours, he had his eyes closed and his chest was moving steadier than before.

“You’re the best,” he whispered. “Stay the night?”

Should you have gone home, and missed him all night? Would you have regretted saying no while you curled up in bed with no Cheshire-cat-grin-boy to hold? Or were you to remain in his bed, and pray you would survive the torture of not speaking your mind? His skin radiated the most wonderful warmth and you wanted to trace his lips with your eyes until you fell asleep. That’s how quickly it was decided.

“Okay,” you answered.

[viole-tmoon]

Lamia

- summary: jungkook is a vampire hunter looking to party and wants his crush. oc is a vampire who just got cheated on. what could go wrong

- genre: angst

- word count: 4k

- notes: IN PART 3 THIS FIC CHANGES TO A READER INSERT. lmk what you think! this is a reupload from my old account that got deleted. i renamed this fic!! 

- warnings: vampire fic, indecent exposure, public nudity, talking through a bathroom door, possible death mentions(i don’t remember right now), alcohol mentions and usage, cheating, sex mentions

masterlist - part 1 - part 2 - part 3

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“I’m not gonna drink your piss,” I said sipping on my vodka tonic as I watched Sana point her bottle towards me. She rolled her eyes and picked at the glitter that was all over her boobs.

“It’s just Bud Light. I don’t like it just as much as you do,” she said still obsessed with the annoying glitter. I could almost feel glitter sinking into my hair from watching her. 

As I continued to stare at Sana’s boobs, I saw from the corner of my eyes my ex, who had broken up with me less than three days ago, kissing another girl. 

I was going to puke.

“What’s wrong?” Sana inquired. “Does this push up bra make me look too thirsty?”

I heard her but I couldn’t understand a word she said. I was watching the guy who almost proposed to me tongue punch a girl I was pretty sure was a freshman. 

I wanted to die. I wanted to die.

“Hey,” Sana said snapping my attention back to her. I nodded, eyes glued to the scene before me, and sat my drink on the counter behind us. Sana eventually got the memo and turned to the scene as well.

“Oh my God,” Sana said. “And I thought he had to ‘work things out’.”

“Shut up,” I nearly shouted. I knew I was being selfish and I didn’t care. I snatched my purse off of the counter. “I’m going to the bathroom...”

I could feel my best friend staring at me. It hurt more than she could ever know to feel her pity.

I knew she wanted the best for me but I’d never felt so much pain at once because of someone who I thought loved me. Her eyes asked if I was okay but I wasn’t at all and I wasn’t going to be. I wanted to scream at him and make a scene but my face was red with confused anger and I could feel my tears already falling. I needed to leave. Unfortunately, it was one of my oldest friends, Jongin’s, party so I couldn’t leave without hearing about it tomorrow and being asked every goddamn question in the world. 

Why was this was happening to me?

I was so sure he loved me too. All I thought we needed was a break. I thought we could be happy. I thought we were meant to be beyond time and space. I thought he was my one. Sure we’d broken up a few times but he’d never done that. The scene flashed before me again as I waded through the masses of my colleagues. I was conscious of the weight of their eyes on me. They were probably wondering what was wrong and why did I seem as if I were going to cry? Jongin noticed me and I rushed away. I didn’t want to deal with anyone other than myself right now.

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{Jungkook}

“A man’s car is his life,” I said, watching my elder spray paint ‘Learn how to park’ in bright green on some poor fuck’s car. Yoongi had his tongue poked out as he observed his masterpiece. 

“If it’s his life he should take better care of it,” Yoongi said turning around and putting his hand on his juniors shoulder. 

I scratched at my forehead beneath my red cap and let the sound of leaves crunching under my shoes drown out the party. Yoongi was way too quick to anger sometimes, everyone knew it and he had quite a few enemies because of that. I watched Yoongi step closer to his friend's house, I could see that it was brimming with people. They were an hour late because Jin and Namjoon asked them to go to the store to pick up an exorbitant amount of Mountain Dew and 7up. Apparently, Jin was going to ‘surprise’ his ex who had recently left him for their professor.

“Anyways, I heard Jennie was going to be here,” Yoongi spouted as he opened the glass-paned door to the two-story house. He glanced at me with a knowing smile. Jennie was one of the few girls I had ever been interested in actually dating. She just had something about her that made her seem perfect to me. Maybe it was her eyes or the way she smiled when talking about physics but I wanted her.

“Cool,” I said nonchalantly and he chuckled.

The party was fun, while I was sober. While I was detailing a few girls about some of the trouble I’d gotten into last weekend Yoongi found me and convinced me that I had to leave if I didn’t drink five shots: in a row. After that, I wasn’t sure where I was until, about an hour in, Jennie’s eyes pulled me in, requesting that I spend quality time with her. I plowed through the waves of students, stepping on a few shoes and splashing alcohol under my boots. 

“I didn’t think you’d be here,” she said, emphasizing the ‘you’.

“Really?” I said, examining her and edging in on her personal space. Jennie was usually annoyingly busy so I’d never had the chance to get to know her. She was also normally dating someone.

“You never seemed like the type,” she said with a smile. I really tried to not let people know about my personal life at university. Most people in class thought I went home and studied. Everyone I’d met outside of class had a very different picture of me.

“And what type do I seem like?”

“Like you don’t want to be here,” she said. Her face seemed closer than before and I couldn’t help but smile. 

“I mean, I can imagine of a few places I’d like to be,” I said to her and she giggled with her bright smile. We spoke for a few moments longer before I felt the consequences of those five shots and excused myself to the restroom.

On my way up the stairs, I noticed the long forming line next to the nearest bathroom and sighed. Jennie was probably getting chatted up by another guy already and that was all I could think about. I waited for a few moments before I noticed Jongin, Yoongi’s friend who was throwing the party, and asked, in a whisper, if there was anywhere else I could go. He pointed me upstairs and told me that there was a bathroom in his parent's room.

 When I finally found that room, it was hidden behind couples making out, I heard distinct wines and groaned echoing from the bathroom chamber. 

If it wasn’t one thing it was another. 

I knocked on the door, softly. I didn’t receive an answer so I waited and heard a girl continue to cry and talk on the phone to someone.

“Yeah, he kissed her and it was really hot and steamy,” a female voice said, followed by sniffles.

I want to die. 

Jennie was waiting downstairs for me and I needed to see her suck my dick at least once in my life. I couldn’t lose this opportunity because some girl was getting cheated on. I knocked again louder and more rapidly.

“Please solve this drama somewhere else,” anywhere else, “I have to piss,” I said.

“I’m sick,” the voice said with the saddest fake cough I’d heard in my life. The cough reverberated inside what I assumed was a large bathroom.

“Really?”

I heard a hiss at the door, kinky but not what I was really looking for at the moment, and she spoke again. I knew she was back on her phone. At this point, I would’ve been better off waiting in line. I banged my head on the door. I’d never see Jennie at this rate. I’d never have the chance to talk to her while she was single either. I sighed into the door. 

“When I sucked his dick that night I thought we were meant to be,” she said and I couldn’t help but smile at whatever this girl was going through as I banged my head on the wall, continuously, to let her know she was being overdramatic.

“Could you stop?”

“Nope,” I said still banging my head on the door and questioning my life’s purpose.

“You’re being an asshole, you know that?”

“You’re being a b-i-t-c-h,” I said. “Please, I really need to pee. I’m asking nicely.”

“I can’t leave here.”

“Just for like...two seconds, there’s no one around,” I said, but she had already started talking to her phone. 

I couldn’t wait any more and my dick was going to explode in the next few seconds if I didn’t relieve myself so I rushed down the steps. I watched the bathroom line and it had increased into the dining area. I searched for an exit until I spotted one to the left of the steps. I saw two large glass-paned windows filtered by a haze of smoke. I rushed over to the window panes and pushed them open. I gazed at the cerulean pool that reflected the waxing moon. The drizzling rain made ripples in the pool’s moon and I knew my night really wasn’t going to get any better. I eyed the bushes to the left of the pool and immediately ran there. I was finishing up when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

“Jungkook?” Jennie said. “I’ve be-”

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I never wanted to hear Yoongi’s laugh ever again.

“So...let me get this straight,” Yoongi said in between fits of laughter. “She caught you .... outside .... with your whole dick out. The girl you’ve been talking about since school started.” 

Yoongi had been going over the events over and over as if he were a tape recorder. I kept remembering it through flashbacks that I never wanted or cared to see again. Her face was so red and she stammered over her words when I stupidly turned around with my dick out. 

“Can you please shut up,” I groaned. “I get it.”

“She probably won’t even remember.”

She did. 

The next time we spoke it was the most awkward conversation in the universe. She totally avoided my eyes entirely and talked about anything but last night and when the topic came up of if she had fun she went totally silent. Whoever that girl was had ruined any chance I had with her I hoped she burned in hell. 

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{Avery}

I spread out my notebooks on the table and sighed while staring at them. History was my worst subject and I knew next to nothing. My next essay was 10 pages long and I knew I was going to fail this course. I was already on probation so I definitely needed all the help I could come by. 

Sana told me that she knew this tutor who helped her out a lot last semester and that she’d slept with him once. Apparently, he was a playboy. I tapped my pencil on the table and peeked at my phone. The guy was already 10 minutes late and I grew more restless with every passing second. I decided to scroll down Twitter with the few moments of freedom I had left. 

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” I heard the voice echo throughout the room. It seemed oddly familiar. I flipped through my book to the most recent page in my studies. ‘It’s fine,’ I murmured as I scanned the text for my most recently highlighted part. I didn’t even know where to begin, so this guy was a godsend for me. He scanned me over and introduced himself and I did the same. I sensed his gaze on me for a little longer than I thought was normal, so I looked up from my book.

“Do you know Jongin?” He asked as I picked my head up. “Or Yoongi?”

I shook my head and answered that I knew Jongin.

He bit his lip and nodded at his backpack. He opened it and scattered his studying objects onto our now shared table. I looked them over, eyeing them for any more details on his personality. I sighed when all I could spot were ‘ordinary’ things you’d find in any university student’s backpack. I saw pieces of scattered notebook paper, a binder, a few pencils, a textbook, and a small black book. No panties or anything interesting. 

“You just seem familiar, what high school did you go to?” He asked.

I told him and he still scratched the back of his head. He glanced over his pile before I noticed a small ‘aha’ smile on his face but I wasn’t really interested in finding out more. He seemed like the type of guy to play with you and throw you out like you were a cat’s new toy. 

I needed to ask Sana to clarify if this guy was a tutor or someone she had only fucked because he did not care in the least bit what was going on. He said that my questions made no sense and that I was grasping at straws with all of my opinions but he refused to clarify any of my questions or even put me on the right path. I groaned as I watched the clock slog on past an hour and he began putting his books away. 

“So, that’s it?” I said tapping my pen on the desk. I couldn’t help but deem this as a huge waste of my time.

“Yep, I did the best I could, good luck on your test, you’re gonna need it.”

I could only stare at this guy. While watching him I noticed how his brown hair lit up in the white light of our study box and how his pink lips curved as he put away his utensils. He was too attractive. It was almost as if he were an angel.

“I just .... don’t think you actually came here to help me, Jungkook.”

At that statement, he stared at me with a profound amount of incredulity, as if he’d never had someone be so straightforward to him.

“Why do you think that?” he asked.

I told him.

“Ah.”

“Did you like .... lose a girlfriend or something? .... Or do you just not know what you’re doing?” I said while fiddling with my pencil. I had a certain amount of rage inside me. I wasn’t going to let an asshole screw me over. I was so close to graduating and I couldn’t let him get in my way.

“Sana told me you were good and I don’t think she would lie to me .... Look I really need th-,”

“I don’t really give a shit,” he said. It was almost as if we were in a game and his true personality came out. Some part of me was surprised, at this outcome, but most of me was frustrated. 

“Why would you tutor me if you were just going to show up and do nothing.”

“I like getting paid.”

I rolled my eyes, “Please,” I begged. “I really can’t fail this.”

“It’s just a midterm.”

I rolled my eyes and in frustration threw a piece of paper at the door when he closed it, “Fuck you.”

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“I wanna die,” I said and leaned on her best friend’s shoulder. I couldn’t believe I was going to fail my history midterm all because of a stupid guy. Sana stroked my hair, while Jihyo watched, and cooed to me that it was going to be okay and that there were plenty of tutors out there.  

“You said he was the best you’d ever had,” I whined. A part of me was worried that she might have meant that specifically sexually but I had no clue. I drank until I couldn’t feel my face and whined to Sana and Jihyo about how I was never going to graduate.

When I had turned away from the bar to get drinks for my friends I bumped into a hard chest. I managed to get half of my beverages on his white shirt. Fuck, was the only word going through my head. I shot out a ‘Sorry’, but immediately regretted it when I looked up and noticed that he held the same scowl I had seen less than 6 hours ago. I wanted to die but I also smiled at the karmic resolution the universe had placed before me. 

“So—rry,” I said slowly, as I stared at his white shirt with a pout.

“Jesus Christ, Avery,” Jungkook said while pulling on the hem of his now discolored shirt. I let out a tiny smile at his dismay.

I rolled my eyes, “Don’t be such a baby,” I said as I grabbed the nearest paper towels and pressed them on his shirt. I felt the impression of his abs underneath and was surprised by how sculpted they were. I stopped pondering for a moment before I heard an ‘ahem’ coming from the annoying guy. I pouted when I noticed that his shirt refused to return to its original state. “Let me get these .... drinks to my friends and we’ll figure something out.”

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I stared at the washer and then inspected Jungkook who was in my father’s largest white. He seemed ridiculously cute to have such a bad personality.  I didn’t feel bad at all when I rinsed detergent all over his precious shirt that he had complained about all the way up here. 

“If it doesn’t come out you owe me so much money,”

“How much could a white button-up cost?”

“It’s a Kanye West or-ig-i-nal,” he stated as he sipped on the beer can he’d stolen from my tiny refrigerator. I couldn’t believe this asshole ruined my entire day and college career.

“You know you can go to your dorm and wait,” I said pushing open the laundromat door.

“And miss out on the free alcohol you owe me? No way,” he said.

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As soon as I opened my dorm door he spotted my refrigerator once again, much to my chagrin. This guy was going to drink me out of a house and home. I sat on my bed and opened my laptop while I watched him open another can. 

“You really don’t remember me do you?” he said in the most drawled out tone. My bed shifted under his weight. 

“As the worst tutor I’ve ever had? Of course, I do.”

At that statement, he threw the rest of his body onto my bed and I knew I needed him out of my bedroom before I strangled him. He came in here as if he owned the place.

“You,” he said while drunkenly waving a finger in my vague direction, “kept me away from my future girlfriend.” I was glad when I saw that he was losing his ability to speak but upset when he decided my bed was the perfect place to rest.

I made a face of incredulity at his statement and decided to pry his beer from his drunk hand. “Ok .... That’s enough for you,” I said. He must’ve had me confused with someone who gave a shit.

“Maybe even wife .... whatever dude ....,” he said grasping for my drink as I pulled it away from him. He muttered out a few words before falling fully asleep in my room.

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{Jungkook}

I was pretty sure I was in a girl’s room. 

Which girl I had no clue. 

I stretched over in the empty bed and searched frantically to no avail for my phone.

“You talk in your sleep and cuddle a lot,” Avery said over the sound of rushing waters to which I let out a ‘huh.’ She came into my view wearing my shirt. What the fuck? I thought as I stared at my dick. Dude!!! I put my hand over my face and peered back at her. She looked really cute in it. Too cute. She wore it as if it belonged to her. I couldn’t help but think about ripping it off of her, for multiple unspecified reasons. 

“Um, did I? Did we?” A lot of me was pissed that I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants with a girl that I hated, but watching her in that made me reconsider. She giggled and I was scared yet excited for her answer

“Yeah, you proposed to me,” she said and covered her face as if she were embarrassed. I felt all of the life drain of me. What was wrong with me? What was wrong with me? When was drunk me going to realize that there are consequences to my actions? The onslaught of giggles made me reconsider my descent into madness. 

“Dude, you’re so gullible,” she said, unbuttoning my shirt. A certain part of me grew in anticipation for the outcome of her actions but I pouted when I found out that she had a shirt underneath. 

“We didn’t have sex...You did try to cuddle me a ton,” Avery said before gliding her way to her bathroom. “You owe me, like, 10 study sessions, dude. You’re welcome,” she said. I was left with my thoughts before she peeked her head back in. “Also, I told Jennie you were gay,” she said with a snigger. 

My whole body froze.

“You’re literally the most gullible person on the planet,” she said while throwing her head back in ungodly laughter.

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{Avery}

The first few times we studied I was exhilarated at the pace at which he taught me. After the events of last week, he seemed way more inclined to help me in my struggles. I was surprised by how organized and studious he was in contrast to his asshole exterior. He showed me how he kept track of his ideas and why I needed to study at least once a day. This was our last study session so I needed it to be in a quiet environment, so we decided on his room.

“Did Jennie talk to you today?”

“This isn’t going to help you,” Jungkook said as he watched me answer questions on the quiz he’d created for me. I sighed at the feeling of his scrutinizing gaze on me. I was glad that he was helping me but it felt as if I were in boot camp. The boy didn’t know when to take a break, his energy was overwhelming. I could tell he was leaning in closer when I smelt his musky honey scent creeping in.

“You’re probably not going to understand this one,” he said as he pointed at the question.

“I feel like it’s .... George Washington?”

“You’re closer than .... Napoleon?”

I sighed as I rubbed my finger on the desk. I was really glad for his help. I sensed his shadow creep in on my personal space and heard his chair roll closer to me.

“So, what do you suspect the answer is?” he asked. I could tell he was teasing me and I wasn’t able to focus on my memory. 

I groaned, “Could I get a hint?”

“Do you really think I’m going to give you a hint,” he asked while watching my emotions run over the question he had asked me. I pouted at my page.

“Yes...?” I sighed. We’d been working really hard to make sure I understood everything and I still couldn’t comprehend it. I sat my forehead on my desk. I felt him pull my chair closer to him and I had completely forgotten my last few thoughts. 

“I just feel like you’re stressing yourself out over nothing.”

“Mmm,” I let out. I was more than tired and had considered drinking coffee for the first time in at least two years. I turned my face so that my cheek sat on my cool desk and peered at his big bunny eyes. I noticed his arm wrap around my waist and he started speaking again, but I couldn’t tell what he was saying, I was obsessed with the way his touch felt against my shirt and how cozy his hand felt. I couldn’t stop staring at his lips.

“This is something you should focus on,” he said while pointing at my book. He watched me and I was sure he could tell I was dazed and confused. His lips turned into a grin before he pulled his face to my ear.

“I don’t think you’re listening,” he said, into my earlobe. I was surprised by his closeness and my goosebumps raised. I let out an ‘mmm’ and ‘I am’ absentmindedly. He pulled my chair until I was flush against him. I wanted to whine in embarrassment but I couldn’t even let that croak out of me.  He pulled away from me and my body missed the warmth he presented. My face slid so that my forehead was back on the table to avoid his gaze.

“It’s okay to look at me,” he said while lifting his hand onto my neck to press on any of my tensions. I peeked back up at him and was surprised to find his lips on mine in less than a second. Sana had told me a little about how he kissed but she never explained it like this. She never really gave it the amount of praise it deserved. His lips were like pillows and the gates to heaven. I never wanted someone more in my life. He pulled away from me in a knowing gaze.

“Yeah, I know,” he said, while smoothing his thumb over my lips. I knew he could see the dumbfounded look on my face and I wished I could take it all back.

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May 22: Jackson/Raven, Daisies

Woah yeah wrote a random thing.

Jackson/Raven, ~900 words

Post-S3-canon-divergent (aka yet another “praimfaya? I’ve never heard of her” universe)

This is like kinda a romantic relationship but it could also be read as a close friendship if you want. I headcanon Jackson as bi.

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Physical therapy twice a week. Her leg. Her shoulder.

Arkadia retreats into itself; the gates close; for several days, no one knows that the Chancellor is dead, or who speaks for them in Polis, or what is being said in Polis, up above the blood-strewn streets. Raven watches the people of Alpha and Mecha and the survivors from Farm stagger in, tired like she is tired, shaking off a bad dream and with scrapes and scratches and bruises and aches they cannot name, which they catalogue over moonshine in the hangar deck, while outside it starts to rain.

Physical therapy twice a week. Her shoulder heals. Her leg—

When Bellamy returns, he puts on the Chancellor's pin. Abby, Kane, and Clarke stay away. Octavia stays away.

Raven gets used to the long chilly days, how each one is longer than the last, and the endless rains. She gets used to her routine. She starts looking forward to therapy sessions in med bay, and Dr. Jackson's patient hands on her. Sometimes they don't talk at all but sometimes, when he asks her how she's doing, she stares up at the shadowy high ceiling above and tells him the truth, not just about the stress and knots of her muscles, but aout her low moods, and her worries, her uncertainty like the gray wash of the sky. She asks how he is and the corner of his mouth curls up and he says, "About the same," and she tells him that's not fair: she's said her part.

They take walks together around the settlement, and some days the walks are difficult and sometimes, she feels almost like she used to, taking deep breaths of the damp air and shivering against the chill, and hardly any pain in her at all. Like maybe she's been bent up and scrambled and broken, but now she's straightened herself out and ironed out the creases and she's almost good as new. They pause at the gate and Jackson wraps his arm around her, like he wants to keep her warm. She holds her jacket closed tight and leans into him.

Arkadia is a mess of mud that never dries. The rains turn the dirt to muck and the people stomp and run through the muck, and Raven feels it dragging at her heels as she walks the same circuit around the place, again and again.

As the weeks pass, the sky grows clearer, the days warmer; the frost stops seeping in overnight. The trees outside the wall bloom with new buds. One afternoon, Raven takes the Rover out, Jackson in the passenger seat, and they drive out past the gates and past the trees. They drive until they reach a meadow where the new grass sprouts in a symphony of green, strewn over with wildflowers, fluttering with fluorescent butterflies. Jackson helps her down from behind the wheel. Even when she's on the ground, hard-packed dirt under her feet and grasses catching at her ankles, she doesn't let go. She's not quite holding on to him, not quite caught in an embrace; she's got one hand on the open Rover door and the other arm around him, and she closes her eyes tight when she leans against his chest. She feels him press a kiss to the crown of her head.

They sit out in the sun and listen to the sounds of bugs and birds; the grass tickles at Raven's arms when she lies down and looks up at the sky. Big fluffy clouds in the blue today. Next to her, Jackson is picking out white flowers from the ground.

"Did you take the chip because of me?" she asks. He pauses abruptly; when she turns her head to catalogue the stillness of him, the grass and bits of flowers poke along her cheek.

"I don't know how you could think that," he answers finally.

"I mean that's why A.L.I.E. targeted me. To make the chip seem... more appealing to people. Like if it could fix me, it could fix anyone."

"Raven, you don't need fixing—"

"Then why did I take it?" She rests her hands on her stomach, fingers curling against her shirt; she looks up at the biggest of the white, drifting clouds.

Jackson doesn't speak for a long time, and then he says, "I don't know. If I would have taken it anyway. To be honest, I can't remember what I was thinking at all."

She does. She remembers precisely the weight of the decision as she made it, like she'd fallen not to the ground but through it, deep into it, deep into a quickly sinking hole. Her leg that would never heal. A new body to live with, for the rest of her life. Pain management for the rest of her life.

"Do you still feel it?" she asks. "The bit of her—it—still inside you?"

She looks up and sees him shaking his head. "Clarke destroyed it—"

"She shut it off. But it's still there." She passes her hand across her forehead, pushing strands of hair out of her face. "Even more for me. I still feel it all the time." And: "Whatever I was when I got to Earth, I'm not that anymore."

They don't leave until the clouds start to turn ominous and gray, and the bright afternoon darkens with the threat of new rain. Jackson gets to his feet first, then helps her up. With his other hand, he presents her with a small bouquet of round, white-petaled flowers, with soft yellow circles at their centers.

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low key between you and me would you accept a donation toward your art?

hi bud!! idk if you wanted me to answer this as an ask so if you want me to delete this and just message you then lmk!

i definitely appreciate the offer!! you’re so kind to think of me and i deeply appreciate it. however, i did not mean for that post to come across as an ask for help. even if i personally had enough money to buy an ipad and a drawing program or whatever, there are other situations where i would feel obligated to put the money for it.

i would absolutely love to be able to create fanart and just straight up digital art that i love, but that is a dream of mine that is years away at the moment. i have a couple different situations in my personal life right now, one of which being paying for college, that would take precedence over getting myself a tablet for art. this really is a very kind offer though, and i appreciate it!!

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aye, my mans!

i honestly fucked up big time ‘cause i deleted my last intro post????? not that it matters bc it wasn’t as intricate as it could’ve been, but :(((( i’ve missed everyone???? SO, here are the new details abt sol after the mind swipe?????

!!!!!! he’s an aloof dICKHEAD. (atm)

he’s.. surprisingly more collected than before??? being that he doesn’t, y’know, remember much, he believes he’s worry free!! leaving him to be more remiss w personal matters?????

probably more indifferent, but still generally selfless w his buds???

he’s v much more into activities that keep him distracted bc ‘hey man, not remembering shit fucking kills me.’ when he’s by himself??? doesn’t dig it at all, 0/10 wouldn’t recommend.

he,, often,,,,, describes himself as a temp. clinger, and if you mention him being full time clingy he w ‘coolly’ shut down and end up isolating himself for awhile.

as before, he is still closeted w his emotions which is shitty on his part, only thing is if you asked him if everything was ok in the goods, he w have no problem w actually answering truthfully just because it was asked of him????? w probably blow up or break down, who rlly knows

bEFORE, he was more open to others and w start a chat right off the back, but nope, not anymoRE. you gotta speak w him first tHEN WHAM, he’s all like what’s.. happenin’,, family.

I’m gonna end it here bc i’m still?? trying to remember things from the last throw together???? :( as always you can message me abt him??? or plots??? like, if we had one before lmk if you want to do something totally different???? because i’m down w other things besides cute buds???????