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hellfire-state-of-mind · 3 months

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it’s hell on earth to be heavenly

pairing: security guard!Frankie x band leader!fem!reader

rating: E for Explicit

word count: 5.2k

warnings: 18+ content, reader has no physical description besides female anatomy and clothing, Frankie is able to lift reader, aggressive music festival crowds, mental health scare, Frankie is our pussy eating king, unprotected piv sex, creampie

a/n: my contribution to the Summer Lovin' challenge hosted by @pedgito, @chaotic-mystery, and @amanitacowboy!! i'm so excited to share this one, the story came to me immediately when i got the moodboard. i'm a huge concert girlie so i may have nerded out just a bit 😅 anyway, happy Frankie Friday, enjoy some filth 😘

You knew your lives were about to change the moment the festival was confirmed. You just weren’t prepared for how much.

The band had solidified by the end of your first year of college. You met Madison, the bassist, in your orientation group the week before classes began. She learned how to play in high school out of spite when an ex-boyfriend made a comment about how “girl bassists aren’t real” – her major was in English Lit. Tyler, the rhythm guitarist, was your biology lab partner in the second semester. He was a couple years older, already in his third year and still undecided on his major but like any other former teenage wannabe-fuckboi, he only learned how to play guitar as a party trick to pick up girls. Over Spring Break, he threw a party at the apartment he shared with his sister, Kate, who’d decided not to take the college route despite being the same age as you and Madison. You learned that she was on the drumline in her high school’s marching band, so you didn’t hesitate to snatch her up and round out the group as your drummer.

You had a bit more classical background. Your mom had put you in piano lessons almost as soon as you were tall enough to reach the keys. She tacked on voice lessons when you were in middle school. By the time you were 12, you had your heart set on being a composer and performing at concert halls around the country. Your uncle was the one to teach you how to play guitar; he had a side gig at a local sports bar playing crowd-requested covers and pulled some strings to book the restaurant for your 16th birthday. You were mesmerized by the way everyone would join in and sing along, would-be strangers bound by nothing but an invisible string of words and chords. You ached to know that feeling and suddenly your path was even clearer than before.

The four of you hadn’t intended to form a band. Your bond as friends came first, the music just came from goofing off at a frat party and earning some cheers from drunk bystanders. From there, you did campus events and open-mic nights at dive bars, all just for fun and a little extra pocket money. You even played a wedding for your roommate’s cousin. Your first original song was a by-product of a final poetry assignment for one of Madison’s classes. The four of you recorded yourselves, put it up on YouTube, and it went viral within 24 hours. So you spent that summer just writing music. Pooling together your money allowed you to rent out the campus music department’s recording studio and your first EP was born.

That’s also where you met Frankie.

He had just taken a job as overnight campus security, and it was his first graveyard shift. It had been expectedly uneventful, sweeping through each building and making sure they were empty. Until one wasn’t as empty as it was supposed to be.

He saw the light at the end of the hallway and his Army training kicked in. Soft, slow steps carried him to the occupied practice room. There you sat at the piano, plunking out experimental chords and scratching out notations on the sheet music in front of you. You were so focused that you didn’t even hear the very audible creak of the door as Frankie pushed his way in. He waited a moment for you to respond, assuming he had just caught you mid-thought but when you still didn’t acknowledge his presence, he cleared his throat a bit more aggressively than he intended. “Excuse me.”

You jumped and swiveled around the bench. Your eyes were wide and tinged red with fatigue. You’d been there for hours, insistent on getting the song right.

“Miss, this building is closed.”

You blinked, digesting his words. “Right. Sorry, um,” you squeezed your eyes shut and inhaled at the sting of their dryness, “what time is it?”

“Nearly 1am.” Frankie softened, sure you weren’t any threat, but still maintained his authoritative stance. “You’re not supposed to be here. Could I see some ID?”

After digging through your bag and showing him your driver’s license and student badge, the situation cleared itself up pretty quickly. You’d explained what you were doing there and even showed him the official email from the department head giving your band permission to access the building over the summer. This sparked Frankie’s interest and the two of you probably would’ve spent hours talking if it hadn’t already been so late.

Despite your band’s clear potential, you all agreed to finish out your degrees before pursuing the industry for real. While you were afraid of missing your opportunity, having achieved such a bright spotlight so early on, a part of you was grateful. For time. For structure. For Frankie.

The two of you grew close over those last three years of your undergrad. You exchanged numbers with the veiled excuse of being able to contact him if you needed to get in or out of a building late at night. This eventually became if you needed him for anything. And one night at the end of senior year, you needed him bad.

The university had a tradition of throwing an exclusive off-campus party for the seniors the night after final grades were due. Being the only two band members in school, it was just you and Madison. Classic story, she was invited out afterwards by a bunch of other English majors, leaving you with no ride. So you called Frankie, and he pulled up in the parking lot within minutes. Fueled by the sadness of leaving him behind post-graduation and a little bit of alcohol, you seized your moment as soon as he parked behind your dorm building. The two of you showed just how badly you were going to miss each other in the back of his pickup.

You’re pulled from your memories by the hotel room door opening. Madison and Kate come spilling in, all dressed for the festival. Kate bangs on the adjoining room door, signaling Tyler to come over, and flops onto the bed opposite from Madison. You do one last look over your hair and makeup and emerge from the bathroom to get dressed.

Madison ooh’s in admiration while Kate whistles. “Okay, baddie.”

You roll your eyes and start to strip. Your concert outfit is laid out across the armchair by the window. “Do you guys wanna go over the set one last time?”

“Yeah, as soon as Tyler gets his ass over here!” Kate raises her voice to be heard in the room next door.

“Is everyone decent?” Tyler’s muffled voice comes from behind the door just as you finish buttoning your jeans.

“Yeah,” you yell back and bunch up your top, pulling it over your head as the door opens. You adjust the hem of the cropped tank and sit on the armrest, and the final band meeting is in session.

Right on time 20 minutes later, there’s another knock on the door. Being the closest, Madison hops up to open it and returns with Frankie in tow. “Y’all ready?”

The four of you share nervous and excited glances and you turn to him. “Fuck yeah.”

You and Frankie had kept in close contact after the band moved to LA in pursuit of a record label. He became your security detail shortly after your first tour as an opening act two years ago, fitting into the position perfectly with his military background. You’ve never run into any real issues, still being a relatively obscure group, but you were certainly on the rise.

This music festival was proof. The first single from your second album had just dropped when you got the call: opening the third largest stage on the first day of the event. You were billed third on the promotional fliers. For a band so comparatively unknown, this opportunity would either make or break you.

Frankie drops you off backstage for soundcheck exactly on time. You’re all immediately swarmed by operators and technicians and Frankie disappears off to the sidelines. He listens intently as you all tune your instruments and warm up your fingers and voices. He even catches himself humming along as you play bits and pieces of your setlist to confirm everything is in order.

Frankie’s attention is yanked away by the growing sound of the crowd in front of the stage. The four of you catch on to it as well, Madison and Tyler giddy with excitement and Kate twirling her drumsticks to ground herself. Frankie watches as you fiddle with your hair for the hundredth time, tapping your guitar pick against your thigh. Squeezed perfectly into those jeans you know he loves. Cupping the roundness of your ass just right. The hem of your tank top ends just high enough to give a peek at your midsection that he knows will be on full display once you settle into yourself and start jumping around the stage.

He doesn’t realize he’s staring until you’re right in front of him. You laugh when he still gets flustered at being caught, despite being a confirmed couple ever since he joined your team. You hook your fingers into his belt loops and tug him closer, careful to maneuver around the instrument strung across your front.

Frankie tucks a stray hair behind your ear, brushing your cheek with his knuckle as he does. “You ready, rockstar?”

You take a deep breath and nod. “As I’ll ever be.”

On cue, a voice crackles in your in-ear monitor calling everyone to places. Frankie cups your face, pulling you in for a confident kiss. You flash him a wink as you pull away and line up to climb the stage.

Frankie finds a vantage point off to the side of the crowd, their cries echoing across the fairgrounds as you strike the first chords. He knows your pattern: you’ll linger behind the mic stand for the first song and a half or so, only venturing out to interact with Madison and Tyler during the instrumental breaks. Finally, you’ll walk out to the edge of the stage, playing directly to the fans but just out of their reach. By the third song, you’ve got the microphone in your hand and you’re frolicking around the stage unburdened.

He holds his breath as you approach one particular guitar solo that challenges your playing ability, then cheers along as you nail it with a dazzling smile, the crowd going wild at your fingertips.

The air is hazy with smoke as your set comes to a close, both from the festivalgoers and the machines blowing onto the stage. Tyler, Madison, and Kate play an extended outro of your last song as you address the crowd, thanking them for watching and introducing the band one last time before ending with a final flourish of chords and drumrolls. Frankie makes his way backstage once more as you take your bows, picking up your setlists taped to the stage and tossing them into the crowd as souvenirs. He watches the other three descend the stairs as you blow one last kiss to the fans and follow behind. The area springs to life as the workers hustle to prepare for the next band. Once unburdened from your instruments and in-ear monitors, the four of you flock to Frankie, as practiced. You surge ahead slightly faster than the others to fling your arms around his neck and plant an ecstatic kiss on his cheek, right in the bare patch of his beard, breathing him in as you ride your high from performing. Frankie sets you down and shares a smile and laugh before switching back to business and the five of you come up with a gameplan for the rest of the day.

Everything goes smoothly right up until the end. You all stick together for the most part, migrating to different stages together but not too worried about being attached at the hip. Unlike you and Frankie. You know he prefers to linger behind where he can see everyone and you have no problem staying with him. Every once in a while, people will recognize you and get a group photo.

Frankie should’ve never let you go off alone. He got complacent. Sloppy. Even though you weren’t entirely alone, Kate and Madison accompanying you to the bar booth, Frankie can’t help but feel like he failed you.

He thought he had you in view enough. He and Tyler were talking but it shouldn’t have been enough to pull his attention completely. It’s only when Kate’s yell breaks through the back of the crowd in front of them that they realize the situation. The two of them launch forward, Tyler throwing his arm around his sister and Frankie shouldering through the mass of people, his deep voice and broad stature parting the way.

He finds you towards the center. The three of you had been on the way back with your drinks when a group of overly excited and intoxicated fans crowded you. Their volume attracted the attention of other attendees around and pulled them in, everyone suddenly scrambling for pictures and autographs. Being the lead guitarist and vocalist, you were slammed with the brunt of the energy, Madison losing her grip on your arm and Kate being pushed out to the back entirely, where she managed to call Tyler and Frankie.

When he finally reaches you, Frankie doesn’t hesitate to throw his arm around you and secure you against his body, shielding you from any more prying fingers. He quickly scans and spots Madison not far off, veering to her rescue as well. He tucks her under his other arm and rushes back towards Tyler and Kate. Frankie passes Madison off to them as he feels you slipping from his grasp and fully lifts you into his arms, ensuring no one can take you from him. You just bury your face in his neck, gripping his black t-shirt for dear life, and let him carry you away.

Festival security arrives as your group emerges from the crowd and escorts all of you to the security tent. You detach from Frankie briefly so that the on-site medic can check for injuries, but you resume your position in his lap as soon as you’re given the all-clear.

The drive back to the hotel is a blur. You know Tyler takes over as driver so that Frankie can sit with you. He holds your hand the entire way up to your rooms and only lets go to unlock the door to yours. Kate, Madison, and Tyler collectively decide to hide out in the adjoining room to give you time to recover.

You feel yourself coming down from the adrenaline, the chaos starting to settle in your mind. You go through the motions of your post-show ritual. Take your clothes off. Gather your pajamas. Pull your hair back. Take your makeup off. Shower. Bedtime.

Frankie monitors from the corner by the door, watching with a tightly creased brow that he’s definitely going to get a headache from later. You don’t acknowledge him as you move around the room on autopilot. He does his best to stay out of sight of the bathroom mirror as you scrub your makeup off with a wipe.

You open your eyes as Frankie slips back around the corner, caught in the reflection. “I can still see you, you know?” you mutter. You toss the makeup wipe in the trash and splash some water on your face.

You hear him sigh as he gingerly steps back into view, staying half hidden by the edge of the mirror. His eyes are full of guilt and concern, and you feel bad for snapping at him. “I know.” He leans against the wall, face angled down and away from you as he takes off his trademark cap, runs his fingers through his curls, and replaces the cap on his head. “I don’t mean to hover, I know you need your space. I just…” He pauses to take a shaky breath. “What happened was really scary. I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

You massage your face wash into your skin as you listen, letting it set for a minute before rinsing it off. “I’m fine. Promise.”

It all happens so fast. You hear the girls gasp, not unlike others had throughout the day. You’re more than happy to interact with them, just grateful to even be at the festival and be recognized by fans in the first place. Their squeals grate your ears as more people gather around. You’re suddenly blinded by a phone flashlight being shoved in your face and Madison’s hand leaves your elbow, her fingernails scratching slightly as she tries to hold on. You can hear her calling your name and Kate’s as the three of you are separated by pressing bodies. The roar is suffocating as you’re bombarded with phones and pens and papers and hands everywhere, screams everywhere, you can’t see, you can’t hear, you can't –

“Hey.” Frankie’s voice snaps you back into your body as you stare back at your reflection, tight and sticky as your face wash dries. You sniffle, shaking your head a little to loosen the memory’s grip, and bend down into the sink to rinse your face.

“I gotta shower, Frankie.” You turn and twist the knob in the shower, holding a hand under the spray until it reaches your preferred temperature. When you move to close the door and undress, Frankie is still there watching. Not just watching – observing. Taking in every minute detail and analyzing to determine the best approach. You start to slowly push the door closed, never breaking eye contact with your boyfriend. Just before the wood makes contact with his foot in the doorway, Frankie nods.

“Call if you need anything.” He disappears around the corner, and you hear his tired grunt as he sits in the armchair.

You try not to think. Try to focus on the steps. Shampoo. Lather. Rinse. Conditioner. Rinse. Feel the scratch of the washcloth on your skin. The burn of the hot water as it washes away any evidence of the madness.

But then it’s too hot, like the air as they all crushed you. It’s too scratchy, like their fingernails as they all tried to tear away pieces of you to keep as souvenirs. You’re blinded by soap in your eyes and you see spots that look too much like the endless sea of faces. You can’t see, you can’t breathe, and all you want is Frankie. Frankie can help. Frankie will save you.

Strong arms wrap around you and you snap, pushing and screaming and clawing to get away. You’re lifted out of the shower and collapse onto the cold tile, a familiar body under you.

“Alright, baby, I got you. It’s okay, just let it out.”

You let out a final cry of defeat and go limp in Frankie’s arms, letting him fill your senses. His smell, dirt and sweat and smoke with a hint of his cologne still underneath. His lips in your hair, the scratch of his beard against your temple. His chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm as he holds you in his lap, a warm hand encompassing your thigh and the other tracing feather-light circles on your bicep.

“How did you know?” you manage to choke out in between gasps, fighting to fill your lungs.

“You called me.”

“I did?”

Frankie just nods and sits with you in silence, the static of the running water underscoring the stillness. He doesn’t care that his clothes are now soaked from plucking you straight from the shower. He didn’t think when he heard your choking, he just acted. Like he should’ve done before.

You’re starting to regain control over your breathing when you feel Frankie’s chest stutter. You look up to see his eyes closed, silent tears streaking his face.

“Hey,” you whisper, reaching up to swipe them away. “I’m okay, Frankie. I’m okay now. You’re here-”

“But I wasn’t then.” He fights to keep his voice level as his heart threatens to force its way up his throat. “I was supposed to protect you and I didn’t- I-I couldn’t-”

You trace his lips with your fingertips, interrupting his words as you calm him with a hush. “This was not your fault, Frankie. It all just happened so fast, it could’ve happened to anyone.”

“But it didn’t happen to anyone. It happened to you.” Frankie’s voice has an edge to it now. Angry. “I failed you.”

You twist in his arms, moving to straddle his thighs. Cupping his jaw with both hands, forcing him to look at you, “You have never failed me.” Then, you press your lips to his and it feels like your first breath of fresh air through the smoke.

Frankie reacts immediately. His lips move against yours, hungry, as his hands pull you closer. He needs to know you’re there in his arms and no one will ever rip you away from him.

A shiver runs down your spine and you’re not sure if it’s the contrast of his heat and the cold bathroom floor, or the way his tongue expertly works its way into your mouth, exploring and claiming. You grind down against his hardening length and he detaches your lips, arms tightening to support you.

Frankie shifts and rises from the floor, never once letting you out of his grip as he moves into the bedroom. He groans as you nip at his neck, crawling up the bed with you clinging to his front.

You feel the cool sheets press against your damp bare back and you gasp. Frankie immediately flips the two of you over so you’re on top. His eyes are wild, scanning your face for any hint of distress. You nod, letting him know you’re okay, and slowly slip his cap off his head, dropping it to the floor and clutching fistfuls of his curls with both hands. Frankie moans in relief and turns his head to pepper your inner forearm with kisses.

His mouth works up your arm to your shoulder, across your collarbone. He pauses to nip at your pulse point and fill his lungs with your fresh scent and you rake your nails down his neck to his chest, then his belly. You tug his t-shirt up, forcing him to break contact to pull it over his head.

As soon as it’s off, Frankie scoots forward slightly down the bed and lays back, his curls splayed out on the pillow as he shifts into position. Once settled, he cups the backs of your thighs, nudging you forward. He turns his head to nip at your soft skin as you nestle your knees on the pillow, caging his head between them.

He gazes up at you, a haze growing in his eyes. Stroking your leg with one hand, he traces his fingers up the other before reaching your dripping center. He cups your core in his palm, heat surging through your veins, then travels down. Fingers forming a V, he spreads your lips and a growl vibrates through his body, resonating through you as well.

Your head falls back with a moan and you grip the headboard with both hands. “Fuck, please, Frankie.”

He continues tracing your folds with his calloused fingertips, catching at your leaking entrance. “Please what, baby?”

You look down to see him staring up at you, pupils blown with desire. “Taste me.”

The hand on your thigh slides up to your hip and Frankie practically shoves you down onto his eager mouth. Your head falls back once more and you lace your fingers through his hair, your other hand still gripping the headboard for dear life.

Frankie’s thumb plays with your clit with practiced precision as his tongue explores every inch of your pussy. You lose yourself in the sensation of his digit applying just the right amount of pressure while he eats away at you like it’s his last meal, the scratch of his beard as his jaw works supplying extra friction against your thighs.

You gasp when Frankie finally plunges his tongue into your hole, twisting and sucking down your sweet juices. You can’t help but move your hips in tandem with his strokes and your moans rise in pitch whenever the tip of his nose brushes your bundle of nerves. Frankie removes his thumb, cupping your cheeks with both hands and pulling them apart. You bite back a squeal as his tongue ventures back to your asshole and prods at the tight ring.

He retreats before exploring any further, thirsty again for your arousal. You’re fully riding his tongue as your pleasure reaches its peak. You look down at him between your thighs and find his eyes wide open, drinking in your euphoria, like he’s intent on never letting you out of his sight again. His piercing stare is enough to send you over the edge and you lose your grip on the headboard. Searching blindly for a hold as your back arches, Frankie reaches for your arm, fingers wrapping around your elbow and holding you down on his face. His groans ripple through you, prolonging your high, as his hips rut up into the air, begging for relief.

Frankie releases you as you come down from your orgasm, immediately sliding down his body, placing kisses along his skin until you reach his jeans. Your hands shake as you rush to unbutton them and pull down the zipper. He lifts and shimmies his hips to help you yank them down his thighs, flinging them behind you without looking.

You lean forward to kiss along the waistband of his boxers, licking and nipping at the skin and nuzzling your nose in the coarse hairs trailing below the undergarment. Frankie’s hips buck and he almost whines as he grabs at you. You finally free his cock from the tightening fabric, mouth watering as if in a Pavlovian response. He’s thick and heavy, twitching from the lack of contact. You move to take his leaking head into your mouth as he took you into his, but Frankie’s hands are too fast, too desperate.

He sits up and positions you above his lap, fingers massaging your hips as you grind your still dripping pussy along his length. “So wet for me, baby. I need to be inside you. Please,” he pants in your ear. He’s been apart from you for too long already. He needs to be close, as close as possible.

You nod and breathe out an “okay” and Frankie shifts up the bed to rest his back against the headboard. You lift up and reach behind you to grip his cock, taking a moment to massage his balls. Frankie lets out a strained moan and you guide him inside you, sinking down onto him.

You breathe deep and controlled as his tip parts your walls, practically sucking him in. You pause when your pelvises meet, his hair tickling your clit deliciously. He’s buried deep in your cunt, perfectly molded around him, warm and wet. Frankie mouths at your neck, leaving his mark, and massages your breasts with both hands as he gives you time to adjust. He rolls your nipples in his fingers and you clench around him, signaling that you’re ready.

You start slow, rocking your hips against his and feeling his tip nudge that perfect spot inside you. You start a slow pace, rising off his cock and dropping down. Inch by inch until only his tip is inside, then you speed up. Before long, you’re bouncing in Frankie’s lap with his hands on your hips guiding you. He loves to watch the way your tits move with each impact. Hypnotized, he leans forward and captures a nipple in his mouth, circling it with his tongue. You cry out unrestrained as he lightly bites down and your second orgasm of the night washes over you.

Frankie detaches when he feels your walls clamp down on him. He leans back and bends his knees, planting his feet on the bed. Grasping your arms as he did earlier, he braces you and begins thrusting at a fierce pace. You cry out again as his hips slam up into you, the clapping of skin on skin and his throaty groans filling the room.

You know he’s getting close by the way the veins in his neck pop with exertion. Frankie sucks air in through his teeth and drops one hand down to your clit, your freed hand flying down to latch onto his meaty stomach. Frankie chokes out a moan at the prick of your fingernails. “Come on. Come on, baby. One more. You can do it, give me one more.”

You mindlessly chant prayers of “yes” and “please” at the altar of his hips as you gush around him, soaking his cock and leaking out across his thighs and onto the bed.

“That’s it. Good fucking girl. That- fuck, that’s-” A subdued roar erupts from Frankie’s chest as he pulses inside you, coating your greedy walls with rope after rope of cum. The sensation triggers you to squeeze around him, milking him for all that he’s worth.

Frankie sits up and slides his hands up your back, gripping your shoulders from behind and locking you onto him. You seal your lips on his as your shared aftershocks subside.

Still holding you to him, Frankie leans back to rest against the headboard. He rubs your back with his palm as you both breathe heavily, heartbeats syncing and slowing.

“Frankie?” You murmur against his chest, peeking up through fluttering, sated eyelids. He looks down at you, humming in acknowledgement. “Tonight was not your fault.”

Frankie breaks eye contact, sighing and staring out at the hotel room. You reach up and pull his face back down to you.

“Don’t run away from me. Look at me.” You kiss him deeply again, then whisper against his lips. “I love you. I trust you. I-”

“I got you.”

You laugh softly. “You got me. But I got you too.”

The two of you stay curled into each other for a while. You’re just about to drift off when a knock on the adjoining room door startles you awake.

Frankie feels you jerk and squeezes his arms around you. “Yeah?” he calls.

Kate responds from the other side. “Hate to interrupt you guys but…can Mads and I just come grab our stuff real quick and we can camp out over here tonight?”

You bury your face in Frankie’s chest, still plugged with his cock and his cum, and chuckle. You move to get up and make yourself decent but Frankie keeps holding you. Raising an eyebrow at him, he flashes a mischievous smirk, untucks the sheets with one hand, and covers the two of you with a flourish.

“Make it quick!”

Kate and Madison fly through the room, grabbing their clothes and toiletries while dramatically shielding their eyes from you and Frankie. You can’t help but giggle against Frankie’s skin as you listen to their flurry of activity. Finally, you hear one of them exit the room and Kate calls from the bathroom.

“You guys know you left the shower running?”

#SummerLovin24 #the hellfire texts #frankie morales #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales smut #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters

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beggars-opera · 4 months

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I still find it really, really horrifying funny how many people think that they are going to magic a universally beloved third-party presidential candidate out of thin air and that their revolution is going to sway both the democratic and undecided voters to change their political alliances and vote for this nonexistent mystery person in in *checks watch* the next five months, thus overriding the republican base who has nearly 100% rallied around their one guy for the past decade and show no signs of wavering and, by the way, is also 100% behind funding genocide and various other crimes against humanity along with undoing every single decent thing the other guy has done. But sure. Vive la revolution

#at least last time we had Bernie Sanders #who do we have now? that Kennedy guy whose brain got eaten by a worm?#WHOMST are you expecting 80 million people to suddenly change their allegiance to in perfect unison?#because the other side is NOT splitting up like this #and when you don't sway any of them and split your own base please see the year 2016 to see what happens #that's how fractions work #us politics #the time to find that magic person was three years ago and you didn’t do that #politics #joe biden #donald trump

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bartfargo · 10 days

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We're not out of the woods yet; we aren't even anywhere near the edge of the woods

A lot of people talk about this election as if it means the end of Trumpism; it won't. Not by a long shot.

For starters, there are more election deniers in the government now than there were on January 6. If this election is as close as is being predicted, it could go to the courts. It could even go to the Supreme Court; raise your hand if you think they'll call that down the middle.

But suppose the undecideds figure things out, the people who are talking about voting third-party get some timely treatment for their cranio-rectal insertion disorder, Harris wins by a landslide, and Trump goes to prison for the rest of his life. Wouldn't that end Trumpism? Far from it. Don Jr. and Eric are still roaming free, and JD Vance is the heir apparent.

I'm not saying we should give up hope; I'm just saying we need to look at this as a marathon, not a sprint.

#vote blue #vote democrat #vote harris #vote harris/walz #fuck trump

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ghostboymichael · 2 months

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now that biden has dropped out, it’s more important than ever to get out and vote BLUE. no matter who the democratic candidate is, trump will be worse and third party is NOT an option right now bc the country is in shambles. vote blue, buy some time, and improve the circumstances for the next election.

remember, the old people are coming out in hordes to vote, while much of the youth is still undecided. and the elderly are WAY more likely to be conservative plus trump already has a cult -following. if you don’t vote blue, you are voting for donald trump and jd vance

and another reminder: single-issue voting is a mark of extreme privilege. you gotta take what you can get right now, and not voting or voting out of spite is NOT the answer. trump on average is worse than the worst dems.

#us politics #us news #joe biden #president biden #biden #donald trump #fuck trump #trump #palestine #free palestine #presidential election #us elections #election 2024 #uspol #biden step down #biden drop out

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killuintense · 1 year

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❝ see you, leon ❞

rookie!leon kennedy x fem!reader.

Warning: first part, final part | isn't necessary to read it to understand this second part.

summary: the weeks had passed and Leon and you each time had more affectionate and... particular touches.

note: 3.2k words, fluff, comfort, smut, handjob, blowjob, oral (m!receiving), throatfucking, pulling hair, praising, soft dom and a little of perv Leon.

note: while i was writing this i was really thinking if i should do a third part but i don't know, i'm undecided, i don't want to drag it out unnecessarily but i love writing it T.T I hope you really enjoy it, comments and reblogs are always welcome!! ♡

Leon's thoughts these last weeks were an endless banquet. He was trying to sort out his thoughts and to understand these particular feelings, especially since he was already an adult and couldn't be feeling like a teenager when he was 21 years old. But simply the interactions with you had become somehow... particular.

Inevitably, seeing each other often and having to accompany you to college or to specific places where your father asked Leon to approach you had made the two of you closer. But that didn't mean you had to become more affectionate with each other, and yet there you were, giving each other glances from afar in the office, gently brushing against each other as you passed each other's desks, joking more with each other than with any other intern in the police department. And that's because Leon started out seeing you as a beautiful young woman, as that fresh breeze he so desperately needed and, don't get him wrong, he still was, but now every time he saw you besides that he felt tingly, his fingertips restless to want to touch you, to want to walk along the curve of your hips to your waist. Sometimes he surprised himself by not being able to take his eyes off that shirt that was slightly transparent, revealing the lace bra that you happened to have put on that day he had to spend all day locked up in the office doing paperwork. Even you yourself sometimes caught him looking at you as if you were a candy that they were not allowed to eat, or even desire.

For Leon it was certainly quite new to feel this way, desiring another person had not been in his plans since his youth had been so traumatic, and even when he had made the effort to have a partner, it had all been very awkward and weird. So, with those feelings on top, he sometimes felt guilty for looking at you so morbidly, as if inside you didn't flutter every time that police officer had to make an effort to get back to work so he wouldn't keep getting distracted by your innocent cleavage or your tight pants which, for some reason, you let show more when you bent down to pick up something you dropped. Not at all intentional.

You enjoyed a little -too much- pushing him to the limit, or seeing what his next reaction would be. And even though Leon was quite bashful and shy, bordering on awkward, he would sometimes surprise you when he would unconsciously make suggestive jokes or touch you almost without realizing it. And lately those interactions were becoming more and more frequent.

"Today you seem to have a different hairstyle, do you want to conquer a boy in your university perhaps?" he joked, while he took a sip of his freshly brewed coffee for you and fiddled with a loose strand of your hairstyle; it was nothing new or particular, but that man seemed to see with dazzling eyes even the most ordinary thing in you. That day you had stopped by his desk to leave him some coffee, and apparently he took advantage of the fact that there weren't many officers hanging around the office to get up from his chair and stretch a bit. Although it was just an excuse to see you better.

"From college? Do you think there aren't hot cops here?" you played along and laughed as you denied "Actually that's the hairstyle I wear almost every day, rookie" you raised an eyebrow and gently pulled him closer, crossing your arms across your chest as you gave him a gentle swat on his arm with amusement. You felt your breath fail you every time you were close to him and he seemed to stop being so shy, and the fact that he was rarely so bold made you want him more and more, wanting to get his attention in every possible way caused a relentless heat in your chest and other parts of your body. More than one you wanted the blond in front of you to touch them.

Every week felt like you were getting more and more affectionate, as if every time they passed the need to get a little closer and feel a little more unbearable. Like the time you had approached him to hand him some papers that as a favor your father had given you for Leon, and he had rested his hand absentmindedly on your waist giving you a light squeeze, saying 'Thank you'. It had warmed you up in a way to see him so focused on his work and that without thinking twice, his first reaction would have been to grab your waist in such a possessive way. What you ignored, as you soon went about your business, was that Leon became aware of your movements and was now as red as a tomato, his hand still tingling from having touched you in that way. You also sometimes found yourself running your hands over his shoulders and massaging him 'friendly' feeling how his hardened muscles under your touch relaxed little by little, and he sighed with pleasure. Oh, God, so many scenarios.

Sometimes you felt like a pervert with poor Leon, as if you were going to corrupt that good boy behavior he had, the full-fledged cop who sought to protect everyone. You liked to imagine him in scenarios totally unsuitable for him. Pushing you up against his desk when it was just the two of you in the office, imprisoning himself inside you without caring if anyone came in and saw you. Would he ever do it? Did he even see you that way? Anyway, you were still content with his little touches and whispers in your ear while you were in the break room.

"Seriously" both of you sharing complicated giggles. He was gently caressing your hand and you were denying; it was such an obvious but intimate flirtation between the two of you "You should come patrol with me, you know? I look very professional doing it" he gave a look of superiority that you swore was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen in your whole fucking sight. You wanted to devour him.

"Leon, you'd be distracted, you always make dumb jokes when you're together" you scolded him and he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, caressing slight abstract shapes on your skin as he shrugged, downplaying it.

"I can handle that" he spoke, taking a sip of his coffee, which he swallowed quickly as soon as he seemed to remember something "In fact, when I was in the police academy they gave me a course on how to patrol having sweet spoiled little girls as co-pilot" he stated, earning a bump on his pelvis with your hip, unsettling him a bit as he staggered back, laughing even more.

"You're unbearable, Kennedy" you snorted, laughing as you saw that he kept looking at you, smiling mockingly but with that look of sweetness in his eyes, knowing that he was saying all those things to see you smile; because only your smile could undo all the bad in his day. Although, you thought it would be fun to leave him a little souvenir of you for bothering him "Anyway, I have to get on with my thing. See you, Leon" before walking away you left a little kiss on his neck, since it was the closest you had without having to stand on your tiptoes to reach his cheek, because of the height difference. You surprised him, yes, but he remembered you even more at the end of the day, when he was taking off his suit in the locker area.

"Roookie, you look like you've been having fun lately, don't you?" one of his buddies said to him as he finished putting his uniform away in the locker corresponding to him. Several other cadets came over to see what he was referring to while Leon looked on in confusion as they laughed pointing at his neck. As soon as he saw himself in the nearest mirror he could see the mark of a kiss made with carmesi lipstick. The same one that you always wore; but that only Leon noticed when he saw you so close. Was he serious? He had been walking around all day with a kiss of yours marked on his skin. You were really terrible, spoiled and defiant.

Yes, she had to put up with a couple of teasing but... she had to admit that she seriously thought about not removing the mark from her neck. However, he didn't want your father to banish him from his post forever. Although for you and your sweet mouth on his neck he would think about it as many times as necessary.

That day was one like any other for Leon, he got up early in the morning, took a quick shower and ate what breakfast he had time for before rushing off to the police station in his Jeep, arriving after ten minutes. He was a little disappointed not to see you glued to your books like every morning, reading text after text with a frown and a pencil glued to your lips with interest, deciphering every sentence you came across. With some laziness for not having your jokes and comments so early in the morning, she went to the locker room to put on her uniform and start with the paperwork once and for all.

His day continued to be boring, and he thought patrol time would be just as monotonous as usual until he spotted you across the street, as beautiful as ever. You were talking to what appeared to be a classmate from your college; you were wearing a short but straight skirt, clinging to your curves along with a tight but long-sleeved T-shirt with a high neck, leaving to the imagination as it clung suggestively to your chest. His gaze went down to your legs, his eyes wandered over your thighs, he wanted to squeeze them and sink into them, bite into them; these were covered by full, thin but dark stockings and brown mid-calf boots. Everything looked so good on you, so elegant but sensual at the same time. Almost felt the need to be able to look at you and proudly say 'Yes, that girl over there is mine'.

"Leon?" your soft voice mixed with a little giggle brought him out of his thoughts, you were tapping on the glass of the patrol car, waving with a wave of your hand while smiling with surprise as you confirmed that it was Leon. He opened the door of the vehicle and let you in.

"Hey, what were you doing here?" he asked almost immediately, an overprotective tone was present since it was quite common that that area was quite dangerous and far from your university "You know it's not safe" he almost scolded, but you ignored him leaving a soft kiss on his cheek as a greeting as it was customary between you. However, what that meant was that every time you did so Leon's tongue seemed to get tongue-tied.

"Damn, you're serious about police work with me, you know?" you laughed. "But relax, I just had to get together with a partner for work, officer, no big deal..." you tugged one of his blond hairs playfully, listening to the soft sigh from his lips, giving up on you. He continued driving while he asked you about your day, and warned you that as soon as the patrol was over he would catch up with you at the station or your house "In fact... you owed me the ride" you said playfully "You know, you should put into practice what they taught you at the academy, patrolling with a spoiled girl as a co-pilot" you reminded him, and Leon let out a soft laugh, denying.

"Luckily I passed that test so I've got it covered, pretty girl" his gaze stayed on the road, one of his hands glued to the steering wheel and the other maneuvering the gearshift, braking on the side as he scanned the sides, checking to make sure there was nothing strange or out of place around the area. He was about to resume the ride when he felt your hand gently squeeze his thigh, causing him to look at you somewhat nervously. "Why...?" the words caught in his throat and he had to swallow as best he could to keep from choking, as you were getting higher and higher and he was not a person with much self-control over the natural reactions his body could have.

"Because I missed you... yesterday and today we almost didn't get to see each other" you weren't playing when you said that, and the soft pout on your lips melted Leon, sending a pang to the tip of his dick, making him like a hormonal teenager become fully hard in a matter of seconds. He was so embarrassed, he could feel the wetness of the precum staining his underwear and if he kept it up, feeling your hand squeezing his hard cock, it would eventually stain his uniform. "Leon... can I...?" the need in your voice, saying that almost like a pleading moan. Leon would die right then and there, and he thought about telling you no, he didn't want to put you in that situation but he was so horny and needy for you and your mouth that he nodded with pathetic quickness.

"Y-yes... ah... fuck" he hissed as your fingers quickly unbuckled his belt. He lifted his hips helping you pull down his underwear and his cock slapped against his abdomen as you brought your face dangerously close to his dripping, weeping head. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, and your ears sweetened with the gasps he let out so desperate to feel the warmth of your mouth with your throat squeezing him so that you learned every fucking vein on his dick desperate for you. "Please don't punish me like that..... Oh, shit" he moaned throwing his head back, sinking his hair into the headboard. You had run your tongue outlining his hot, dripping shaft, your saliva leaving a hot trail as you eagerly collected his wetness.

"I didn't know you were so big, with that innocent little face of yours, you keep such a big cock" you whispered into his tip, and he in a spasm lifted his pelvis, causing his head to brush your lips. Your hands traveled from his thighs to his phallus, squeezing it to create friction as you moved up and down nonchalantly, making a torturous, slow dance. You wanted to know what he would do to make you take him in your mouth, you wanted to make him desperate to fuck the inside of your mouth as if his life depended on it. But you knew he was trying hard not to cum right there; so sensitive.

"For God's sake, I'm going to explode, just... just suck it all at once" his voice became a little harsh, and you were already feeling so wet and throbbing. But your boy was waiting for you so you giggled and took the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking with desire and devotion. It felt warm and somewhat salty, slippery but at the same time sticky and Leon's hand traveled to your hair 'Wow.... Pretty desperate' you thought, and that thought triggered a smoldering need to keep driving him to the edge of driving him crazy. So without making him wait any longer you shoved as much as you could into your mouth, getting used to the size because, shit, Leon sure was thick. He squeezed your hair and stretched it gently, moaning sharply as he rammed into your mouth for the first time. Your legs turned to jelly and you trembled, lowered and raised your head as you settled his cock in your throat making it as deep as possible so it would go all the way in, squeezing you around it. Obscene noises and moans from both of you graced the patrol car that Leon was thankful was armored. "God, your mouth, fuck, so good, you suck me so good" he moaned, not even thinking about what he was saying, raising and lowering his hips carelessly as he plunged your head deeper to get deeper. He delighted in your moans and choked sounds trying not to drown you out, or let out tears at how full your mouth felt. Your nose gently brushed against his pubic hair, just as blond as everything else on him; it made you drunk, it made you wetter and wetter.

"Mhm!" you moaned, your mouth being fucked by Leon's desperation and excitement over and over again. Each time he moaned and rammed more sloppily and hearing you squeal low was enough to make him want to push you away so he could finish the job of masturbating himself. Yet you denied, sucking on his veins, cupping his glans on your cheek, doing a thousand and one things with his juicy cock that you had fantasized nights and nights about sucking while you masturbated without any qualms. You felt him stiffen and curse and before you knew it you were having Leon's seed in your throat. It was hot, thick, plentiful; it filled your mouth and escaped from the corner of your lips and you commanded it so well that the blond felt like he was going to pass out, letting out an errant spasm. You swallowed it all with pride, pride that came from having made that hot blond -which caused all your friends to ask you for his phone number-, have probably the biggest orgasm of his life just from your mouth. He even tried to speak, but the words didn't come out coherently, apologizing to you for cumming so fast, thanking you for sucking him so well. "Shh... it's okay, babe" you stroked his cheek and wiped the corner of your lips. Leon avoided looking at you so he wouldn't get hard again.

With your help he adjusted his pants and before he could speak again you were kissing, now with sweetness and curiosity. Both of you exploring each other for the first time, him feeling his own taste in your mouth and you feeling his mouth so warm and wet. "I..." he sighed as they pulled away for air, leaving a wet kiss on your neck "I promise to return the favor, I really do" he spoke as best he could and you laughed. His hands squeezed and pampered your body as if it was the last time he was going to touch you. You stroked his hair and he settled into your chest, inhaling that sweet scent you gave off.

"I'll take your word for it, Kennedy."

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leehaner · 3 months

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Talk: Chapter 1

pairing: leehan taesan x fem!reader

genre: ANGST, love triangle, slowburn, eventual smut, fuckboy!leehan, college au, undecided ending + genre tbh im lit writing this on a whim bffs

word count: 2k

summary: find out

warnings: none for this chapter!

“Please tell me this is the last fucking box y/n” said your friend Jaehyun as he put down one of your many boxes of clothes for the semester.

He’d offered to help you move into your dorm at your newly transferred school, which he also attended.

“You maybe carried one box in here and it was the lightest one, if you were going to complain so much why'd you offer to help move me in? Sungho was going to come instead”, you said in between laughs and you’re sure he replied back with something equally as dramatic as what he’d said earlier but you were deep in thought thinking about whether or not you made the right choice to transfer here.

“Are you even listening to me?!” he says, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Huh? oh. Sorry….what’d you say?”

“ I saiiiiiiiiid that one of my friends is having a party near campus tonight and you’re coming. It’ll be good for you to meet new people other than me and Sungho. I’ll come get you and everything!”, he says, leaving almost no room for you to say no and pleading with his hands for you to say yes. It was always really hard for you to say no to him because he’d been one of your closest friends since high school and he always knew what was best for you before you even knew it, so, you agree under one condition.

“Okay whatever just don’t leave me alone at the party because I will leave so fucking fast”

“Then how else will you learn to make friends”

“not going”

“OKAY DAMN I won't leave you alone…. it’s not like sungho won’t be there anyway and i'll introduce you to our roommates'' he says while putting your clothes on hangers in annoyance.

Roommates. That word unexpectedly makes you nervous because up to this point you’d heard crazy stories about Jaehyuns experience with them and the thought of meeting people is always out of your comfort zone. You wouldn’t call yourself shy, but you’re more closed off than you’d like to admit.

“ I should probably also warn you ...one of our roommates, he’s kind of an asshole. So don’t take anything he does too seriously”

Ugh, you’re already dreading this.

“Okay”

And with that you and Jaehyun spend the next two hours or so fixing up your single dorm bickering and fooling around for most of those two hours but you finished nonetheless.

“okay see you later y/n and take your phone off dnd, you’re not getting out of going to this party tonight” he says walking out of your dorm gathering his phone and hoodie from your freshly made bed.

“wasn't planning on it!” you lied. you were definitely planning to shower then sleep and blame the no response to his texts on dnd.

“yeah OKAY, bye~!” the boy says, taking one final stride out of the door and letting it slam behind him which makes you roll your eyes.

After roughly 20 minutes of mindlessly scrolling on your phone you decide it’s time to shower and get ready for the party you were dreading with every fiber of your being.

8:36pm

It's now been an hour since you started getting ready and you were now checking your outfit in your mirror. You were a bit unsatisfied but not enough to change for what would now be the third time of the night. You were dressed rather provocatively but you didn’t care, it made you feel good.Your makeup was already done and now all that was left was to spray perfume and check your phone to see when Jaehyun would be coming to pick you up.

You remembered that he’d probably be bringing his roommates and you were happy to see Sungho as you hadn’t seen him in a while but it was intimidating to meet the rest of them. Still, you were able to, for the most part, shake that feeling off.

myung: hey im like a min away rapunzel let down ur hairrrrrr

you: need you to b normal so bad

myung: HURRY TF UP im downstairs

You walked out of your dorm room and sprinted to the nearest elevator pressing the buttons urgently and waiting for it to come up for a few seconds but it felt like a thousand years were going by so you thought maybe it’d be quicker to take the stairs and slowly started to turn around.

beep

The elevator doors open and someone grabs your arm and turns you around gently. you had an immediate reaction to take your arm back but in an ever-so gentle manner.

“you don’t have to take the stairs” a husky voice says to you

you looked up at him and scanned his features for what felt like years to you but was only for a split second. He had long brown hair and even browner eyes that looked like the entire galaxy was in them.He ran his fingers through his hair with the hand that had just turned you around and put his phone in his back pocket with his other hand.

“Do you always grab strangers into elevators?” you ask him.

he took a few steps forward in order to hold the elevator open on one side

“technically you’re not in the elevator yet but this is my first time, hopefully I was easy enough on you” he replies cheekily with a smirk forming on his face.

You were shocked at how he could just make something so regular into a sex metaphor but somehow it worked. Still you rolled your eyes at the comment, making an automatic assumption about what kind of guy this stranger is.

“and a thank you would be nice”

“thanks” you respond making your way inside the elevator purposely avoiding the side he was evidently holding open for you. You notice he looks down, poking the side of his inner cheek with his tongue and smiling. He steps back into the elevator and you both reach to press buttons. You went for floor one while he went for floor two.

“Got a ride waiting for you or something?” he asks with what sounds like genuine curiosity.

“yeah, are you gonna follow me and kill me?” just as you say this jokingly the elevator doors open once more.

“Just curious but that does sound enticing” he smiles and faces you as he walks backwards out of the elevator trying not to break eye contact with you once.

You smiled to yourself at the small interaction knowing you’d never see him again as he was probably just heading to a hookup judging by the fact floor two of your dorm building was girls only. But ,still, you couldn’t help but feel butterflies from the chemistry filled banter you’d just had with a random stranger even if he was about to go fuck some random. It felt good.

myung: btw. you may or may not have to sit on someone’s lap because my car is not that big SORRYSORRYSORRYSOORY

you: bro im going back upstairs

myung: NO c'mon they’re excited to meet you and sungho has gummies in the glove compartment.. 😁

you: ….bribing me is crazy

myung: it’s the only way i fear🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️

myung: i see you coming down the stairs just walk straight then turn left a little and you’ll see my car

you follow his instructions and see his red car looking absolutely packed with men whom amongst them you only see one familiar face, Sungho.

“Y/N!!!!!!!! I haven’t seen you in forever, i missed you” the tall long haired boy says to you as his passenger side window is rolling down.

“ I missed you too” you gave him a warm smile. Jaehyun then steps out of the car and opens the back door for you revealing 3 boys, one with pink hair, another with short brown hair and the very last with long dark hair and a streak of blonde in the back of it. damn you thought, he’s attractive.

“ So from left to right this is Riwoo, Woonhak, Taesan and obviously you all know this is y/n” , Jaehyun says smiling and gesturing to everyone then you.

There was a sudden flow of nice to meet yous after that coming from all of you and they all seemed rather nice, you felt instantly welcomed by them especially Riwoo who you felt you’d grow close to quickly, he reminded you a lot of Jaehyun in a way you couldn’t exactly pinpoint but was there nonetheless.

“ Now that you’ve met …any of you want to sit on each other's lap so that y/n can sit?” Jaehyun says while scratching his head.

“ I don’t mind," Woonhak says, smiling and shrugging. You smile at his kind gesture and you and Jaehyun walk over to the other side of the car, he gets back into the driver's seat while you stand at the backdoor. Taesan opens the door, steps out and Woonhak follows suit, you assume he’d be sitting on Taesans lap in the middle. However as Taesan stepped out of the car you were shocked at how tall he was, he didn’t seem all that tall from the view you had of him at the start of this interaction but there he was, standing at probably six feet tall at least.

He very clearly checked you out from head to toe and smiled at you politely as he waited for Woonhak to step out of the car, it was like he was going to say something to you but he himself didn’t know what to say first. He then went to sit in the middle of the backseat shuffling into place and tapping his lap with both hands gesturing for Woonhak to sit there.

“Don’t ever do that again” Woonhak says laughing which also makes you and Taesan laugh and you then take a seat next to them and finally close the car door. You all then take off to the party.

On your ride there everyone was mostly on their phones or having small conversations over the somewhat loud music Sungho had on aux. You were looking out of your window and could see Taesan from your peripheral vision occasionally doing the same. Whenever he wasn’t looking out of the window he was staring at you, it felt like he was piercing through your skin with his eyes and maybe that feeling rooted from the fact you wished you could look at him back in that moment but then he’d know you could see him looking at you that whole time.

“Nah man don’t worry about it, he'll probably just be at the party later anyway”,Jaehyun says. You were curious who he was referring to as you overheard bits of his and Sunghos' conversation.

“ I don’t get why he didn’t just come with us” Sungho responds.

“don’t think too much about it seriously , he's always weird like that”, Jaehyun reassures him and with that the conversation ends leaving you wondering who they were just talking about.Ignoring your curiosity you put one of your earbuds in so you could listen to music for a bit.

now playing: the smiths - there is a light that never goes out

“I love the *muffled speech*

“What?”, you take off your singular earbud to ask what Taesan had just said to you

“I said I love the smiths”, he says to you with a smile that was so contagious, you smiled without even noticing.

“Do you want to listen with me?” you ask sweetly, to which he nods. you hand him the other earbud and you listen to music the rest of the car ride there.

you couldn’t help but feel butterflies from how he’d somehow get a brand new smile for each song that played or tapped his foot along to the sound, signaling that he liked your taste in music.

He’s so endearing you thought.

#leehan #taesan #angst #love triangle #boynextdoor #leehan x reader #taesan x reader #bnd x reader #boynextdoor x reader

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spngi · 1 month

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I LOVE MY TEARS RICOCHET! So please if I don’t asking much of you, can you maybe do a part or a drabble about the night that y/n and Charles passed together? I really liked that she cheated carlos with him, was like biblical revenge, carlos deserved all this

You’re perfect 💕❤️

Warnings: cheating, sexual content, +18

Charles leclerc x reader

My tears ricochet

Thank you so much for your words, sweetie ❤️

The way the green eyes in front of me delight in the view in front of him the moment my dress falls on the floor is charming

The calloused and big hands landing delicately on my waist, as if the man was afraid of being in a dream, afraid to squeeze too much and my naked body disappeared from his sight

The hands are indecisive and exploratory, they run through my waist, the skin of my thighs, caress my hair, cares my face, it is sweet to see the care with which Charles touches me, the care of his lethal hands trace my skin

I approach him, the heels allowing me to be a little closer to his face, although there is still a difference in height when I lean to his face and look for his mouth

All my actions are still surprising for the man but he is quick to take the initiative, one of the hands holding my neck while he deepens the kiss, his tongue playing with mine, his mouth sliding over mine and when one of his hands squeezes my ass I can't help but moan

He finally seems to understand what is happening when he hears my moan, the dilated pupils look at me still undecided about what to do with me.

I smile when I realize the way he is thinking, maybe trying to decide which of the dreams he had with me he would turn into reality

"You don't have to think so much" I joke, my voice coming out with a touch of desire and Charles is quick to kiss me again, I take the opportunity to kick the heels of the foot and he pushes me to the dining table in the living room, the cold mahogany leaving my skin goosebumps when I touch it

His kisses goes down my neck and then stops exactly when he gets where he wants, taking one of my breasts to his mouth and making me gasp his name, he takes his time, plays with my nipples and observes the way my head hangs back, lost in pleasure at his slightest touch.

His hands sit me on the table in a sudden movement, scaring me and soon I see him kneeling in front of me, hands caressing my thighs and pushing them away, his face getting closer to my intimacy dressed and he leaves an open-mouthed kiss on my already wet panties

“Can I ?” He asks, and it's cute the way he still needs my consent when I'm here naked for him, "you can do whatever you want with me tonight, charles" I answer, I raise my hips and help him take the lace piece out of my body and I observe the contrast between us because he is still dressed

"Such a beautiful vision" he murmurs, his eyes staring at me and the vision of him kneeling before me makes everything more sensual "you are perfect, so beautiful, terribly stunning"

His words make me blush and smile, I would never guess that Charles could be such an affectionate and gallant lover, his words make me anxious for his touch, to know how he will treat me and when he finally takes his mouth to my intimacy I'm in heaven

He takes his time, his tongue slowly caressing my intimacy, exploring my folds, circling my core and making me more excited for him

My hand plays in his hair, pulling it and guiding Charles the way I wanted, making the greatest effort to keep me sitting on the table

His mouth is hot and skillful against me, making me beg, his name is sweet in my mouth, the view in front of me too beautiful to even be able to turn my eyes away from the green of charles, my body trying to ride my high even in his firm grip, he inserts a finger and then two, and when I finally break the eye contact with him and let myself fall with my back on the table whining and moaning the name of charles I feel a third finger

He provokes that point inside me, every provocation of his fingers along with his mouth leaves me more and more on the edge of the cliff, a ridiculous mess begging for the man kneeling in front of me, whining and moaning

Never even passing in my mind that I was still a married woman

When I finally come it seems like I threw myself off a cliff, my breathing irregular and my eyes closed, pulling the air through my mouth as support, not being able to catch my breath

Not when I feel leclerc's lips going up my body, his lips swollen, he's still wearing a black T-shirt and I just want to pull it out of his body the closer he gets, he kisses my lips, I taste myself in his mouth and whine even more

My hands pull the hem of his shirt and he helps me remove it from him, I sit again, body still soft and held by his firm hands on my waist, my body seeming to be feverish in the cool environment

I observe his naked abdomen, the scars that adorn the skin, I trace them with my fingers delicately, each of the many I had never noticed, bullet or knife wounds.

I kiss the skin of his chest, the curve between his face and neck, I bite his earlobe, it's good to know that I'm taking his breath away, feel his heart accelerating over the palm of my hand

I kiss his lips again and let my hands go down to his jeans, playing with the buttons of his pants and it's easy to take off his piece of clothing, even when his hand holds my hair tightly and tilts my mouth leaving it free for him, even when I'm moaning desperate for him again

I feel his cock struggling to be free from his underwear, and when my hand dares to explore his skin under his underwear he catches me in his lap, his strong arms holding me safely as he walks through the apartment impressively organized for a man

"Let me take you to the room" he whispers, hoarse voice in my ear and I can't help but provoke the man who holds me in his arms as if it were the most precious gem of his life "are you going to fuck me, Charles?"

His iris face me, he breathes without words, he just looks at me with his big eyes, his mind clouded thinking about everything he would like to do and I smile at his reaction

"Is that what you want me to do?" He asks, holding me in only one arm now, the other holding my face and the way his voice sounds makes me bite my lips and nod to him "so I'm going to fuck you until it's too dangerous for you to have to drive later, mon cheri"

He lays me on the bed, my body bouncing on the mattress and he wastes his time analyzing the scene in front of him again, I drag myself to him

I get on my knees in front of Charles, still on his mattress "let me take it off for you" I smile at him, holding the boxer's elastic and let the fabric come down from his body

I smile when I see his cock free, hard and pink, the tip leaking pre cum, and I can't help but caress the member, the moan that comes out of Charles' mouth enchants me, the way his face gets tense with my light touch, how his breathing gets more superficial with the slow movement of my hand on his cock

He prevents me before I take it in my mouth, holds my face and denies it with his head, his mouth decides to kiss the skin up to my neck, wet kisses and then his voice invades my senses, the hot breath in my ear

"I want you to ride me," he whispers, one of his hands provoking my clitoris again, "can you do that?"

"Yes" I whisper almost without strength, stunned by the man's request in front of me, my hands quick to pull him to the bed and I see him sitting on the head of the bed, his hand is quick to reach the side drawer and pull a condom

I sit on his lap, taking my time observing his features while I let my body approach his slowly, rubbing our bodies now naked and with nothing preventing contact

The way his eyebrows frown and his jaw gets tense is charming, it's lovely to know that all this reaction is just for me

His hands play with my breasts, squeezing and stimulating my nipples, making me more anxious and rubbing me above his body, creating friction

I take my hand between our bodies, caressing his dick, "I want you so much" he murmurs and I take the condom that was thrown next to us on the bed

I put the condom on him, Charles' eyes never breaking contact with mine, his hands hold my ass tightly and guide me to him

I start to go down feeling his cock opening my entrance, my hands hold his shoulder tightly, his mouth murmurs obscenities to me

When I finally take everything from him I can't avoid the loud moan that comes out of my lips, Charles is also in ecstasy, he buries his head in my breasts, the breathing restless on my skin

The man is the king of self-control when I start to move, one hand on my ass helping me to move and another on my clitoris making me more and more sensitive, he takes me to the top and stop more times I can count, delighting in my despair

His vision below me makes me even more excited, the trunk lying on the bed, hands holding me strong and helping in the movements, hips hitting mine and I wonder if he also likes the vision he is having of me

It's messy, full of murmurs and moans, I couldn't imagine that Charles is the talking type but makes me more restless in his squeeze every time his mouth spills obscenities

One of his hands follow up to my neck and slightly squeeze the skin there, he feels the way I squeeze his cock and smiles when he realizes that I like his action, the movements are more clumsy now and when I hear his voice asking me to come and calling myself mon cheri I fall out, my body falling on his, a mess of limbs on the bed

I roll to the side, leaving Charles' body free so he can throw away the condom, I face the bedside watch still marking 7 p.m., the window showing the dark sky of Madrid

I breathe strongly trying to catch my breath like a child after running a marathon, I feel hands caressing my body, they go down my back and caress the skin sensitive of my ass

"Are you okay?" He asks, I turn my body to face him and he lays his body above me, an arm next to my head holding his body

"Yes" I answer, silly smile with all the endorphin on the body "did you want to take a shower?" he asks, hands playing with my shaggy hair and I say yes

He is kind when carrying me to the shower, my thighs hugging his body to stay there

There is no more shame when I call him to the shower with me, when he caresses my body under the hot water and fucks me once again

There is no sound of farewell when I look for my clothes to leave, Charles helps me close the dress and put on my shoes, the delicate and ruined pantie forgotten in his living room

When he opens the door for me to leave, I see his eyes looking at me one last time freely, with desire and without shame and I smile at him, it's strange just to leave waving goodbye to the man with whom I just spent some time in bed, to the man with whom I cheat my husband, so I stretch myself once again to reach him and kiss his lips one last time before leaving

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sadhours · 1 year

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Best friend Billy coming over to find you touching yourself and moaning his name. Lots of teasing and domination please!! Love your work❤️❤️

Thank you so much!! This was a joy to write :)

warnings: 18+ minors dni, just smut baby, well it gets fluffy in the end, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected, I never write safe sex with Billy it’s impossible for me

He doesn’t even knock at this point. What’s the point when you gave him a key? He remembers you showing up to the record shop a week after you moved in and walked over to the counter, sliding it across the top with a grin.

“What’s this?” he asked intrigued as he stared down at the brass key.

You’d shrugged, “Figure you should have a copy.”

“So, we’re that close, now?” he teased as he picked the key up between his fingers and inspected it.

You mocked offense, clutching your chest, “I was under the impression we were.”

You two had met the first day of classes, freshmen year and became quick friends. Billy was studying to become a marine biologist and you’d been undecided at the time. Until your dear old Pa talked you into majoring in Business and while you and Billy didn’t have any classes in common after the third semester, you two still hung out every opportunity you could. The thing was, Billy was pining the entire time. But not like he usually did over most women. You guys got along too well and for some reason, he assumed that meant you weren’t interested. So Billy didn’t make a move. And now you guys were set to graduate in only a month away. He felt like it was too late, you’d become best friends and he was scared to risk ruining that. He’d never been so close to another person.

He unlocks your front door with the key you’d given him and sets down the dinner he’d bought for you guys on the counter before descending down the hall to find you. As he gets close to your bedroom, the door is open barely an inch and he can hear panting and moaning. His body freezes, automatically assuming you had a guy over and feels like an idiot for not calling before he came over. His head tells him to turn around and leave before he sees anything he doesn’t want to. But he only hears your voice and he’s unable to move his feet.

“Oh, god,” you moan out, breathlessly, “Billy…”

His eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up as he feels his dick twitch in his pants. There’s no fucking way. You must’ve met some dude with the same name.

“Billy!” it sounds like a desperate cry and he can’t help himself. He pushes the door open just enough for him to see you sprawled across your mattress, legs spread with two fingers buried in yourself. Your eyes are closed tight, your hand squeezing your breast where you’d haphazardly pushed your shirt up just enough to expose yourself. Your pale pink panties are hooked around one ankle and Billy’s mouth goes dry at the sight.

“Just like that, Billy,” you pant and he stands there in the doorway like a total creep, just watching.

Your back arches and he steps inside, tripping over your backpack and catching himself on your desk but the force of his hand on the wood knocks your cup full of pens over. Your eyes fly open and you see your best friend scrambling to pick up the mess.

“Billy!” you squeal, shoving your shirt over your tits as you sit up and close your legs, “Jesus Christ!”

“M’sorry,” he mumbles, his cheeks red as he turns back to you.

“How long have you been here?” you ask, apprehensively.

“Uh… long enough,” he scratches the back of his neck and your eyes fall to see the bulge in his jeans.

You chew on your bottom lip, “So you… you heard…”

“You moaning my name?” he offers, walking closer.

“Oh god,” you collapse on your bed, covering your face.

He chuckles then and you feel the weight of him sitting on the bed. “Were you touching yourself, thinking of me?”

“Shut up!” you grumble, white hot embarrassment radiating through your stomach and chest.

Billy taps his fingers along your thigh, “You didn’t have to stop.”

“Yes, I did,” you mumble, pulling your hand away just enough to see the blonde looking down at you.

“Keep going,” he insists, voice stern but you can hear the arousal dripping off it.

“Billy, I—“

“I said,” he grabs your wrist and pulls your hand back down between your legs, “keep going.”

And while you’re mortified that he’s caught you, you really didn’t want to stop anyways and you were imaging it was his fingers inside you… so you listen, starting slow like you did before he was here. Rubbing slow, broad circles against your clit as you look into his eyes.

“That’s a good girl,” he purrs and you now understand why he had a fucking fan club, girls that wouldn’t leave him along after he’d fucked then. “You’ve been wanting my cock for a long time, haven’t you?”

You reply with a whimper, quickening the pace of your fingers while he watches you, eyes raking over you. He taps your cheek, “I asked you a question. Answer me.”

“Billy…”

“Answer me,” he presses, grabbing a hold of your jaw and turning your face to look at him.

“Yes…” you pant out, “Since that first day…”

Billy pouts then, “Aw, poor baby. Been dying for my cock for three years.”

You want to roll your eyes, make some comment about how ‘dying’ was an exaggeration but you’d be lying to him and yourself.

“Tell me what you thinking about,” he demands, propping himself between your legs but he doesn’t touch you, just sits back and watches.

You squirm, face flushing at the instruction. This was way out of your comfort zone. You’d never had much dirty talking in the bedroom. But you’re not surprised that it seems to be in Billy’s toolbox. He always had such a mouth on him and maybe if you do what he says, you can get that mouth on you.

“Your fingers,” you pant out, struggling to form the images into words, “Inside me… you kissing my neck, you telling me I’m…”

You can’t say it, the words slip back up into your head and your lips tingle.

“Telling you what?” his voice is so steady it almost pisses you off. You worry for a second this is some sick game and he’s gonna laugh in your face and tell you he’d never fuck you in a million years.

“Come on,” he drawls, pressing his hands to your thighs, “answer the question.”

“Telling me I’m a slut,” you finally get out, closing your eyes tight so you won’t see his reaction.

His fingers squeeze the flesh of your thighs while a pleased groan comes from his chest. Then he says, “Well you are one. A filthy, little slut.”

You can’t help but slip your fingers inside your aching hole, the sound of it is obscene and Billy tsks.

“Look at you, so fucking drenched at the thought of me,” he says, “You must be soaking through your panties whenever you see me.”

He sounds a little surprised but you tell yourself if this was a cruel joke, he would’ve ended this by now. You think maybe he’s about to when he grabs your wrist and pulls your hand away from between your legs. But instead, he brings your fingers to his mouth and licks them clean.

“Mm,” he hums, “you taste so sweet.”

“Billy…” you whine and he lowers his head between your legs, licking a stripe from your hole to your clit. Your back arches with it, hands gripping the rustled bedspread beneath you. He rolls his tongue through your folds, drawing a deep, desperate cry from your lips. The reality of this sets in. You’ve been wanting Billy in this way for so long and you almost can’t believe it’s actually happening.

“Billy,” you gasp as you sit up.

He sits on his heels and looks at you, “Yeah?”

“Oh, god. You just.. licked my pussy.”

He laughs softly at that, “Yeah, don’t you want me to?”

You nod frantically, “Yeah, I really do… I just.. I-”

Billy rolls his eyes but his smile is playful. He pushes you back onto your back and says, “Then let me do it. Stop thinking so much.”

“Okay,” you sigh and bite your lip while he lowers himself back down. He’s right. You’ve been wanting this forever, you can’t fuck it up now that his heads between your legs.

Billy spreads your lips with his fingers as he continues licking through your folds. He's like… really good at it. You can’t help but compare him to every person who’s ever eaten you out and he’s even better than the girlfriends you’ve had, and they were rocking with the same equipment.

“Billy,” you pant his name out, tangling your fingers in his curls as his tongue prods at your hole. Jesus, his tongue is thick and strong. He can never seem to keep it in his mouth and now you don’t want him to. He licks back up to your clit but is quick to slip a digit inside of you. He curls it and you whimper, feeling your eyes cross a bit at the sensation. He sucks at your clit as he slips in a second finger, which stretches you more than your own fingers could.

“Fuck,” you groan and feel Billy hum around your bundle of nerves, which feels incredible. He keeps sucking but takes moments to pull back and lick against it eagerly. Each time he does so, he curls his fingers and drags them against your g-spot. You flutter around him, pulling at his hair as you peer down to get a glimpse of him at work. The sight of it is almost better than how it feels. His eyelashes are thick and pretty but not as pretty as the blue eyes underneath them that meet yours. You’ve imagined this a hundred times but it doesn’t compare to the real thing.

“I’m gonna cum,” you warn him to which he adds a third finger and quickens his pace.

Your orgasm crashes into you, flooding you senses as your body seizes and then shakes against the mattress. Billy’s moaning against your pussy, the vibrations just prolonging the waves of it. He keeps licking you through it, when it’s finished, he’s still licking and you have to push him away. You sit up and grab onto his shirt, pulling him up so you can start undressing him. First, you peel his shirt up and over his head but your fingers shake when you get to his jeans, fumbling with the button. You hear as he kicks his boots off and then he takes over where your fingers were, popping the button undone and unzipping them in one fluid motion. When he gets his jeans down his legs, you’re not surprised to see there’s no underwear beneath, he’s bragged about going commando several times. Neither of you aware of the implication or desire from the comment.

“Fuck me,” you beg and he smirks down at you.

“My mouth wasn’t enough, huh?” he says, huskily as he pins you against the mattress, hands on your arms. “Or are you just a greedy slut?”

“Need your cock,” you explain, writhing against him. His body feels warm against yours and the contours of his muscles feel amazing.

He tsks, licking against your jaw, “So greedy.”

Billy gets a grip of his cock, strokes it a few times before he’s sliding the tip though your folds.

“Fuck me,” you whine out, again and he looks down at you with this.. arrogant expression.

“What if I don’t?” he challenges.

God, he’s such a prick but you fucking love it.

“Please,” you plead, voice all fucked and desperate, “I need it so bad.”

He bites his lip before he pouts, pushing your hair off your forehead, “Of course you do. Poor baby.”

You whimper, grabbing onto his hips as he rolls yours up to get some friction. He grits his teeth as your pussy rubs against the shaft of his cock, “Brat. You want me to fuck you, huh? Fuck you so hard until you’re crying?”

You moan, you’d told him in confidence that sometimes you couldn’t help but crying after sex. Of course he remembered that and he’d use it now. You totally believed he had the ability to bring it out of you, too.

“Please, Billy…”

He guides his tip down and circles it against your entrance, “You think you deserve it? Been a good girl?”

“I’m a good girl,” you babble out, already on the verge of tears from desperation.

“You’re my good girl, yeah?”

“Mhm,” you nod, “All yours, Billy.”

He slides inside you at that, quickly bottoming out, totally flush against you. It’s eternally satisfying, you’ll never in your life forget how he fits inside you so perfectly, the slight curve of his cock is like it was made just to fit you. You ponder on the possibility that he’s your soulmate for a brief moment, that is until he snaps his hips back and forth and every thought in your head dissolves into static.

“Jesus,” he presses his forehead to yours, “So fucking tight and warm…”

His breath ghosts your lips and you remember that you’ve never kissed him before which seems wrong now that his dick is buried deep inside you. You’ve thought about kissing him far more than you've thought him fucking you. So you grab onto the back of his head and crash your lips together, you can taste yourself but you don’t care. He moans into the kiss before sliding his tongue between your lips and licks into your mouth. The kiss isn’t how you expected your first one to go, it’s sloppy and open mouthed as you two pant into it. You’re both too focused on the way his cock drags in and out of your core, your walls gripping him each time he pulls back.

“Billy,” you whine out as he breaks the kiss, missing the way he tastes but liking the view of his face. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his mouth hung open while he pants out. He’s sweaty, skin almost slick with it while you smooth your hands all over his arms and back.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he notes, voice wrecked.

You moan out his name again and you’d almost feel self conscious about how much you’re saying it if you didn’t feel so close on the brink of your second orgasm.

“I’m close,” you tell him, scratching down his back.

Billy crashes his lips against yours, pumping his hips at neck breaking speed as he urges you along to bliss. He thrusts particularly hard and it send you over the edge, eyes crossing as it rips through you almost violently. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him impossibly close as you thrash around through your brutal climax. Billy grunts, burying his face in your neck as you feel his own orgasm shooting deep inside you, filling you up. And he was right, you’re crying from it. Almost sobbing at you hold on tightly to him. He kisses all over your neck, jaw and then face, pushing your hair back as he tries to catch his breath.

“Fuck, Billy,” you breathe.

“I love you,” he blurts out and you both widen your eyes at the statement.

“Fuck, I mean… I…” he stutters and you kiss him softly.

“I love you, too,” you smile.

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velandvithestarlightgullwings · 3 months

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While everyone who is refusing to vote for Biden because of Gaza and his poor debate, Trump is calling people Palestinian as a slur.

Like...Everyone is fair to judge Biden on his lackluster response to Gaza (as I do), but look at this! All undecided and "Vote Third party because of 'Genocide Joe'" Trump has actively told Israel to "finish the job" while also doing this and talking about how Russia, North Korea, and China (something he accused Biden of being a puppet of) are our allies! Why aren't people talking about this? Why are people so willing to let this monster get away with lying and being racist and supporting other regimes to the point that they will throw away their vote by voting third party or not voting at all?!

Aren't they seeing what they are potentially letting back into the White House all because Biden is not the perfect guy? I get that Democrats are a mish-mash of ideologies but look at what we're doing being at each other's throat over someone who is at least trying to help us.

Trump is not going to help Gaza. He's going to destroy it while also destroying America with Project 2025, which may I add, is already getting the show on the road by gutting a ton of stuff yesterday.

AND DO I NEED TO TALK ABOUT ROE VS WADE?

And don't give me that "Biden needs to step down" because how the hell can that be pulled off in 4 months without pissing off the delegates that wanted him while trying to swiftly bring the mish-mash of Dems to try and vote for them in 4 MONTHS? Not only that, no one is credible at the moment.

Sanders is older than Biden and Orange Man.

Newsom is disliked in Cali.

Whitmer (who I would vote for in a heartbeat) is an unknown to the country and a woman

No one likes Harris not only due to her policies with the police but we all know she has a uphill battle because she is a POC and a woman.

AOC (who I would vote for in a heartbeat) also has the same issue as Harris being a POC and a woman.

Crockett (who I would also vote for in a heartbeat) is both an unknown, a POC and a woman.

And do I even need to bring up Hillary and the demonization she's STILL going through even after being vindicated.

And I bring this up for third parties as well. Who do we have in that list?

Jill Stein is actively a shill for Putin and was seen dining with him.

Cornell West has been on his bullshit for years now.

And RFK Jr? Someone I've seen people asking to vote for. The man who is anti-vax, anti-science, someone who his family isn't rooting for, and had a worm in his brain. And keep in mind, I left out some stuff.

So third party voters, how will you rally around one of these three or someone else in 4 MONTHS?!

We don't have time for all this division. We need to band together to defeat Trump and give America a fighting chance because if we don't, POCs, LGBTQ+, the Disabled, women, the homeless, anyone who cares about climate change, and fucking everyone that isn't rich, white, Christian males will be in danger by this wanna-be dictator.

In order to help Gaza, we need to be able to help ourselves and stop the fascism breathing down our neck.

Give us a fighting chance, please, and vote pure blue

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Virgil/Remus college roommates AU

It's Remus's third year of college. He's majoring in a medical field because it's gross and cool, and he knows human anatomy like the back of his hand.

Remus's major is not his first choice or second or third. But it is the choice that he could live with along with hopefully making his parents proud.

Somehow, his parents still think he's an embarrassment to the family. They often compare him to his twin brother, Roman, who gained major success as a child actor.

It's not Roman's fault, and Roman tries, but there's an unresolved part of Remus that's jealous and wishes he had any attention at all.

Remus has been through a few roommates. They usually request a transfer the first month in. Either Remus is too crass or too loud or too nosey or too gross. Too much in general.

Remus doesn't know how else to be but himself. He's proud of who he is. Doesn't make it any less lonely or easy to make friends.

Remus has one singular friend. Janus who's not even a student at this college, but he does some work for some students for under-the-table pay. Otherwise known as plagiarizing papers for the tired or lazy masses.

Remus meets Janus because someone recommended him as a tutor. Janus never corrects him and continues tutoring him.

Beginning his third year of college in the dorms, Remus does not have high hopes for his new roomie. Mostly he is excited to see how long the new guy will last. Remus gets set up in the room first and waits for whenever his roomie will appear.

The new roomie is Virgil. He's an undecided major, wears an oversized hoodie, has anxiety out the wazoo, and is the cutest emo he has ever seen.

Remus has a type. His type is angry kitten. He does not realize he has a type until this moment. He kinda wants to really keep this one.

Virgil doesn't mind taking the leftover bed, so Remus doesn't have to move his stuff. Virgil's dad is also there to help his son move in. His dad is a therapist (psst, it's Emile), and is like the total opposite to his son in terms of attire and personality.

Virgil is also really close with his dad. It's clear as day in the way he waddles after him like a darkling duck while giving Remus apprehensive glances.

Remus tries to be on his best behavior, he really does. He offers to help them carry stuff, and Emile is delighted, and Remus cracks some jokes that they actually laugh at a couple of times.

Before Emil leaves, he asks Remus to take care of his son. Remus salutes him seriously and says it will be his honor.

As soon as the door closes, Virgil's timidness skyrockets. He admits that this is his first year living on campus and without his dad. Even though Emile promised he's only a phone call away and he doesn't live that far, it's still a lot for a kid to be thrust out of the nest.

Remus cheers him up by asking if he wants to see his bone collection. Yes, you heard him right. He collects bones of dead things. They're stored under his bed which he affectionately refers to as the boneyard.

Virgil rolls with it. He lets Remus chatter, and he doesn't interrupt him. Remus thinks he doesn't know what to say to break the ice, so Remus smashes all the ice for him.

Remus learns that despite this being Virgil's first year on campus, he already has enough credits under his belt to graduate and then some. Apparently, he's been racking them up at breakneck speed with online classes ever since he graduated high school early.

It was Emile's idea for him to attend university life, to push him out of his shell and make friends. Virgil has been homeschooled most of his life because he can't handle crowds and other kids are the worst. He wants to try this for his dad though, to at least be able to say he put effort into it.

Remus respects that. He doesn't understand anxiety. He's so used to throwing himself out there. Who doesn't like attention? But attention makes Virgil nervous so Remus makes a solid attempt to not pay attention to him.

Which of course makes it all the harder. He overcompensates and comes on too strong. He babbles one night their first week into classes about a documentary he watched on Ted Bundy which leads into John Winn Gacey, and then on to the Zodiac Killer.

Virgil stops him at some point, eyes like saucers. "Do you realize you've been talking for over an hour about serial killers?"

Remus thinks this is the part where Virgil applies to switch roommates on the grounds that Remus is secretly a murderer. But instead, Virgil admits he's impressed by how much he knows and asks if he's ever watched Buzzfeed Unsolved.

And then they bond over watching shows together, and Virgil calls his dad and gushes about it, and Remus feels his stomach do a little flip at how happy Virgil seems to want to share this.

It becomes a thing where Virgil calls his dad and gives him updates not only about his life but Remus. Emile always asks about him and tells Virgil to tell him hi.

Remus is dumbfounded. He can't imagine calling his folks every month, let alone every day.

The two of them find a routine after the first week. By which, that means they have no routine. Virgil is a chronic insomniac and Remus can sleep through anything. Whenever Remus catches Virgil finally asleep, he either steps out of the room or sits completely still on pain of death. It helps that Virgil often wears his headphones and blasts music.

There's a time when Remus returns early to their dorm room and hears the slight, muffled sound of Virgil's music coming from Virgil's closet. Curious, Remus opens the closet to find that Virgil has made a blanket nest for himself inside and is fast asleep. Remus closes the door back gently and never tells Virgil that he knows about his super secret napping spot.

For Virgil's part, he doesn't know what to make of Remus for the first few weeks. Remus is flamboyant and proud in his masculinity even when wearing booty shorts. He sings like a hyena and he has those weird 3am pillow talk thoughts but like all the time.

He's also so random that even when Virgil feels anxious, it somehow gets him laughing more often than not. Remus beams during these moments and doubles down, usually becoming even more ridiculous.

Remus notices early on that Virgil skips meals. He doesn't think that it's an eating disorder or anything, because he eats whatever snacks Remus throws at him. Remus is smart though, more clever than people give him credit for, and his eyes often gravitate towards his favorite little emo.

Remus begins escorting Virgil to the food court. Virgil starts eating regular meals again now that he doesn't have to brave the swarms of people alone. The first time the food court is too congested indoors even with a buddy, Virgil crowds close to Remus and holds onto his arm and trusts him to steer them through.

Remus starts offering his hand whenever things get too claustrophobic. Virgil is surprised the first time, because guys don't just hold hands like that. But Remus is far from normal, and Virgil never claimed to be, so he takes the hand when it's offered. He can't look anyone in the eyes while they hold hands, but Virgil refuses to let go.

Holding hands with Virgil quickly becomes Remus's favorite activity. So much that he offers even when they're not around other people. Virgil doesn't always take it, but it makes him go soft in a way that Remus relishes.

Virgil went into university life initially thinking that he would hate it. After some weeks with Remus, he finds enjoyment. He's happy, and his classes are fun, and he never thought he'd befriend someone like Remus. At least, he thinks they're friends. Remus wouldn't hold his hand if they weren't at least friends, right?

Eventually, Remus admits to some of his struggles with his school work. Janus helps, but he's not knowledgeable in every subject(aka, Janus is flying by the seat of his pants and Remus doesn't realize it). Virgil agrees to help for the price of sour Skittles.

Remus learns quickly how Virgil has so many credits. Virgil's got that thing where he reads super fast and has a photographic memory.

"You have super powers," Remus accusses.

Virgil flushes and mutters something about it not being fair that he has built in cheat codes. He seems to be under the impression that this detracts from his successes and that he's not very intelligent.

Remus endeavors to prove him wrong any chance he gets. He compliments him often and praises him for helping him so much. He wants to show that Virgil's effort is its own merit. And Remus proves it to him because his grades do start improving in the courses he struggles with.

There's one night that they stay up late working on one of Remus's research papers. It's worth over a quarter of his grade, so it has to be good. He's got it printed out and ready to take to class, only he gets terribly distracted when getting ready that morning and runs out the door without it.

Virgil wakes up and spots the super important paper on Remus's desk five minutes before Remus's class starts.

Remus is very surprised to see Virgil show up to his class, panting for air and paper in hand.

"You sprinted across campus to bring this to me?" Remus asks, incredulous.

Virgil shrugs, wiping sweat from his brow, "You worked really hard on it."

That's the moment that Remus thinks he falls a little bit in love.

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