#there is absolutely no fcking proof

[taintedcigs]

— cowboy hat rule.

pairing: cowboy!steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: smut, p in v, MINORS DNI!!!!, pet names, praising, kinda degrading but not really, a lil argument, dom!steve, rivals to fcking, swearing, good old bj for our good boy stevie! reader has a nickname 'sunshine' bc i didn't wanna do y/n sorry:(

summary: helping out mr. harrington in his ranch was supposed to be fun, but steve harrington was an asshole. an absolute pain in your ass that teased you, and you gave him the same energy back, always. so when you unknowingly wear his cowboy hat, he decides to teach you what exactly the cowboy hat rule is. (wc: 5k+)

author's note: this is just horny babbling. i have no idea how cowboy lore works so if im wrong pls just close ur eyes i tried to research but i couldnt find shit just pls i just want cowboy steve dick. and ofc no proof-reading bc im lazy as hell. no dividers ugly aesthetic bc of tumblrs f ass not showing my shit in tags SIGH.

also PLSSS LIKE + REBLOG + COMMENT TO SUPPORT ME MWAH ILY

When you told Mr. Harrington you’d be more than happy to help around his Ranch during the summer, you didn’t expect Steve to become a problem, but you were wrong, so fucking wrong. 

A cocky cowboy who’s way too into partying and into his looks and his fluffy hair than you could ever imagine. That’s exactly how you’d describe Steve Harrington. Even though you so badly wanted to believe otherwise, wanted to disregard the rumors and the reputation that came with him. But, he made it so goddamn hard. 

All he fucking did was tease you, complain. Order you around and act like you didn’t know how to do shit. And, you didn’t, but he was supposed to be your guidance, teach you. But all he did was grumble and give you that goddamned smirk. 

Yet, you couldn’t fully hate him, there was a side of him he rarely showed you, one that cared, one that offered you rides—it was more of a mumble each night but you accepted nonetheless, one that ended up at your side whenever an asswipe bothered you at the bar, one that offered you a hand on your back when you were crying, he didn’t ask what happened, didn’t speak, just stood there, letting you spill out your guts. The two of you never spoke about these incidents, ever, because he acted like they didn’t exist, like he couldn’t bear the thought of being nice to you. 

You were so fascinated by him, even though you’d never admit it out loud. He was charismatic, outright funny, and had a heart of gold that you only peered one layer of. 

And fuck it, he was fine, annoyingly good-looking that he was a distraction to be around when you were supposed to be working, him with those sturdy denim jeans that cupped his ass perfectly, wide-brimmed cowboy hat with a creased crown, put perfectly on his head. Even though you’d much rather see his pretty hair falling on his face, run your hands through his smooth layers.

Usually, when it got as hot as it did today, he’d even take off that stupid shirt, feast your eyes with his glimmering chest, all hairy and glistening with sweat, broad shoulders as he ordered everyone around made you gulp. Like he is doing with you, right fucking now. 

“Sunshine, get back to work.” Heat travels to your cheeks quickly, and that stupid nickname rolls off his lips so bitterly, the one he always called you just because you were all nice and smiley—even when he was being an asshole to you, something that grinded his gears, you guessed it was a foreign concept to him, being nice. 

You were quick to shake off the hold he had on you, getting back on your feet as you stood your ground. “I am working! Just needed a second to breathe!” The lies rolled off your lips so simply that you wondered if he caught you staring. When he turned around to leave, you guessed he hadn’t. 

“Asshole.” The insult leaves you before you can register how close Steve still was to you. 

Turning head-spinningly fast. “What did ya say?” He spits, making you gulp physically. 

He looks out of the world stunning when he’s mad, maybe it’s a toxic trait of yours but, fuck, the way his chocolate hues turn unrecognizable, that slight quirk of his brows, and the way his muscles flex in pure anger made you rub your thighs together. 

Jesus Christ. He is getting into your head, and you hate that you think of him this way when he is so mean. 

“Nothing! I’m just saying it’s really hot out today,” you hum, the sun rays hitting your face not making it easier on the heat that flame your cheeks. 

He gives you a snort, all mocking once he takes a step closer, making you feel hotter if that is possible. “Well that’s what happens in the summer, darlin’”

Hand on the wall he tilts his head slightly, all with sass that has you rolling your eyes. “Or did you expect the weather to give Miss Sunshine some sorta special treatment?”

You roll your eyes, an act you always did that makes Steve’s jaw clench. “Oh, come on Steve! It’s really, really, hot, and the sun is all on my face!”

“Boo-hoo, princess,” he mocks, tipping his hat, almost as if to tease you further.

You scoff, getting closer to him. “Easy for you to just stand around in that big hat!” With a narrowed gaze, you cross your arms against your chest, like a brat, another trait that annoyed Steve even further.

Then, you beam again, and Steve knows no matter how much you hate it, Sunshine is absolutely the nickname you deserve, eyes glistening with happiness that it annoyingly even brings a glint to his pretty amber hues. His gaze unintentionally droops down to tour lips, so plushy and soft looking when it curls into that pretty smile that Steve wants to kiss you all over. 

“Oh! Do you mind if I?” You ask all giggly, pointing toward his wide-brimmed hat, hand teasingly standing above his head. 

He scoffs as if you had just asked him the most insulting question ever. “Not a chance,” he spits, now he crosses his arms in front of his chest, eyeing you with a dark glint in his eyes, one you couldn’t decide was full of annoyance or just pure desire. 

“Mhmmm… okay,” you hum, feigning innocence for a second, before snatching it off his head with another hearty giggle.

Oh, what he would do to hear that on a loop, admire the way your lips stretched into the prettiest grin, brows quirked.

“Sunshine!” He chides, much rougher than he intends to, but you don’t pay attention to him when you place the hat carefully on your head, smoothing your hair.

You shrug, looking up at him with those doe eyes that have him melting, everytime, without fail. “Admit it, looks better on me.” You shrug, expecting him to agree.

Instead, he just offers you a deep sigh of breath, eyes almost widening when he realises what you just did. “Do you even—”

He huffs, hiding the obvious pink shade thats starting to color his cheeks, you really had no idea the hold you had on him, did you? “God, you city girls have no idea about anything, huh?”

Your brows furrow. “What?” 

“Cowboy hat rule?” He asks with a tilt of his head, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest.

A teasing smile curves on your plushy lips as you push for more information. “What’s that?”

“Just give me the hat back,” he insists, attempting to mask the warmth that crept into his tone.

With a shake of your head, your defiance only grows, a glint of mischief dancing in your gaze. “Not until you tell me the rules.” 

“Sunshine,” he warns, voice so grumbly that heat travels all over your body quicker than the sun burning you. 

“Steve?” You hum with a flirty gaze, so teasing that Steve wants to fuck you right then and there, until he teaches you proper manners, until he shows you not to be a total fucking brat and not to roll your eyes at him, until he shows you that you’re his. 

But, of course, he settles on a low grumble of, “You’re annoying.”

“You used to be more creative with the insults, Harrington.” Another teasing remark, and Steve rolls his tongue inside of his mouth. 

With a smirk, he takes another step toward you, when your back hit the walls of the barn, only then you realise, he has you cornered. “You wanna know the cowboy hat rule, princess?” He asks all smugly.

Gaze meaner than he is, chest almost pressed against yours, voice so low that all you can do is slightly nod. 

Your breath gets hitched in your throat when his face is mere inches away from yours, hot breath fanning against your cheeks, skin heating on the impact, that brattiness you wear as a mask quick to slip off when he’s all demanding. “You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.” His tone is almost a growl, pupils blown wide, making you gulp, physically.

“What?” You blink, unsure of what he’s actually asking. Excitement jumping around in your tummy. 

“You heard me. Wanna take me for a ride, Sunshine?” He is so goddamn close that you are sure he can hear the annoying tumble your heart does at the weight of what his words hold. 

It makes you pause, gaze sticking on his, sometimes slipping away to his soft lips, almost to signal him of something, but all you can do is try to hide the embarrassment that burns your cheeks. 

“Didn’t think so,” he scoffs, backing away just slightly. 

His cowboy hat is too big on your head, tipping low over your eyes, possibly hiding your nervousness as you mutter, “What if I do?”

With a smooth motion, he flips it off from your head, holding it with his palm, away from you. “Get back to work, Sunshine.”

“I’m serious—”

“So am I, those horses ain’t gonna straddle their strap themselves, off. to. work,” he hisses, turning to leave.

You huff, heat still burning off your cheeks, more embarrassed than annoyed, yet you still don’t have it in yourself to let it go, you can’t let him have this. Win this.

Quick to snatch the hat back, “So the hat rule is, wear the cowboy hat, ride the cowboy, huh?” You mumble behind him, your voice failing you, yet you appear to be giggly, and Steve heaves a deep sigh of breath, before fully turning to you.

He halts a bit when he sees you once again, in his hat, tipped low, that stupidly addicting smirk gracing your slightly-open lips, hand on your hips, and all he wants to do is fuck you till you lose that attitude of yours. 

“Stop,” he warns, taking a step closer to you but with a shake of your head you back away, and he sighs, loud and annoyed. 

“Gimme that, sunshine!”

“Nuh-uh.” All teasing and bratty, and grating on Steve’s last nerve. You know this, yet you wanna keep pushing him, further and further, until he snaps, until he can’t take it anymore. You have no reason to do this, you’re supposed to hate him, think of him as an annoying asshole.

But the two of you are finally tethering on that line, the line between purely teasing each other out of spite, to teasing each other out of flirting, you know that, and you don’t wanna take a step back. “Prove it.”

You are all up in his face, and all he can do his roll his eyes, cheeks beetle red, frustration worn on his face. “Knock it off.”

You tut gently, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Not until you—” Your words are interrupted quickly when he snatches up the hat from your head in annoyance, making you gasp when he discarded it easily.

“Get back to work!” His voice raises, and it makes you take a deep breath.

Shit, did you fuck this up?

“What?” You question, entire body feeling dizzy. He takes a step closer.

“You heard me.”

Another step closer, his breaths come out in short gasps, frustration taking over him. “Get back to fuckin’ work, before I can’t stop myself.”

He is close. Too fucking close, and you can’t help the way your gaze droops down to his soft lips, slightly parted open, downturned from frustration. God, you realize how hot he is when he is angry, once again. “F—from what?”

He hesitates, before licking his lips. This is it. He wants, no, he desperately needs you. Needs to put you to your place. Teach you what happens to bratty girls like you. Show you what exactly the stupid rule is. “From fucking you in this goddamn barn.”

You release the breath you’ve been holding back, feeling small, so small under his gaze. Mouth hanging open, and all you want is him to pin you against the wall, have you screaming out his name. “From making sure I show you how the goddamn cowboy hat rule works.”

Your back is plastered against the wall, his hands are by your side, you are caged beneath him, chest rising in anticipation. “Is that what you want, honey, think you can handle all of that?” He’s so smug, and you don’t know what overtakes you when he’s all in control like this, you wanna obey him, make him happy, proud, so you bite back on your insults.

His smirk is dangerously alluring, and you’re under his spell. 

“Please,” you beg, heat finds your cheeks again, you hate the hold he has on you.

He barks out a chuckle, so mean, yet as equally hot. “Please, what? Speak up,” he spits, rolling his tongue inside of the roof of his mouth, lips wearing a smirk.

“Ruin me,” your voice is small, meek, yet it makes him groan. 

You’re such a good girl for him, and he wants nothing more than to ruin you. Fully. Completely. Ruin you for every other man. 

His head ducks down to your neck, leaving a sloppy kiss before leaning into your ear, his breath hot on your neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Goddamit darlin’, you gonna be the death of me, huh?”

You don’t—you can’t answer, you’re speechless, rubbing your thighs together desperately, seeking some friction, a touch, anything. 

He levels with you again, dangerous gaze on your lips, fingertips brushing against your cheeks teasingly “You know what I always wanted to do, sunshine?” He coarses lowly. 

“W—what?” You ask with a gulp, lips twitching with need. 

He gives you another grin, that asshole. The pad of his thumb slowly caressing your lips now, making you shiver with hunger. “Always wanted to put you to your place, you and that damn smart mouth, always runnin’ it for no good reason. I’d give you a good reason for those pretty lips, huh? Use it the way I wanna use it, fill it the way I wanna feel it,” he grunts like he said the most normal thing, yet you’re already squirming, wanting to open your lips, take his fingers in your mouth and suck on them, show him how much of a good girl you can be for him.

He has you on such a hold already, and you can’t complain. For someone who seemed to be annoyed—hell, even hated him a few minutes ago, you feel crazy, batshit insane, all you want is him.  

His fingertips play with your lips all teasingly, pupils blown wide, the other hand caresses your hair so possessively that you melt into his touch. “You gonna be good for me sweet thing?”

He doesn’t have to ask you twice. “Y—yes, sir.”

Sir. 

Godfuckingdammit. You don’t know the hold you have on him, do you?

He bites back on the moan that rumbles in his throat, instead settling on a, “Good girl.” Your puppy dog eyes glint at the praise, and he makes a mental note of it. . 

“Get on your knees f’me, darlin’,” he grumbles, and you’re quick to obey, not minding the uncomfortable feeling of the wooden floors scraping your knees, or the fact that anyone might’ve walked in, the door was locked, and there was probably no one around yet Mr. Harrington might’ve returned to the ranch at any moment. But he made you feel safe, somehow. 

You look up at him with those doe-eyes again, making him suck in a breath before he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them off his hips, boxers so tight around his hard cock that he grunts involuntarily.  

Your eyes go wide the second his erection springs free, almost hitting the tip of your nose, red, angry and leaking with pre-cum, he lets out a chuckle at your expression before grabbing the base of his cock. 

Same eyes, looking up at him all hungrily, Steve feels the way blood rushes quickly to his cock, making him harder if that's even possible, with a groan he runs the leaking tip across your lips. “Open up.”

Your hand replaces his quickly, and he runs his fingers through several strands of your hair, teaching you how exactly he wants you. 

You open your mouth wide, just like he likes it, tongue giving his slit kitten licks, moaning at the taste of his salty pre-cum, wrapping your plushy lips around his thick head, and sucking the life out of him, determined, and feigning innocence with the soft gaze you held. 

Head thrown back, heavy boots planted on the harsh ground, he lets out a low groan, stroking your hair all softly. “Look at you s’pretty like this for me.”

His hand wraps tighter around your hair, pushing you onto him, making sure you gag a little and that only spurs you on, making you whine around his cock, the sound reverberating through his chest. “Cat got your tongue, darlin’?” He chuckles all meanly. 

“God, do you have any idea how many times I wanted to shut up that bratty mouth like this?” He asks with grunts leaving his open mouth, hand working harshly around your head, mouth feeling like heaven the more you bob around his thick length, struggling to take all of him. 

“Those pretty lips are—mmpf, shit—better stuffed with my cock than being a spoiled lil’ city girl runnin’ her mouth, ain’t that right, baby?” You nod meekly, angelic eyes seeking for his validation before you flatten your tongue around the sensitive part of his tip, struggling to take all of him in your mouth. Earning guttural moans, eyes squeezed shut as he feels your soft lips wrapped around him again.

“Fuck, sweet thing.” You can feel his filthy grunts straight in your core, all low and lewd that you almost moan around him again, he puts one hand on the wall, helping himself to better move in and out of your throat. 

He knows if you keep this up, he’ll cum right and there, and fuck, he needs that. But he needs to be inside of you more. 

You keep up your stroking, now adjusting yourself properly to start licking and sucking on his balls. “Sunshine, you need to s—stop,” the words barely leave his lips, he so doesn’t want you to stop. But, he needs to cum inside of you. 

Yet, you don’t listen to him as your movement speeds up, determined to feel his load warming your throat, make him proud, and your mouth bobs harder around his length, making him growl at you harshly. “Sunshine,” he warns, pulling you by your hair. 

You’re quick to take a deep breath of air once he pulls you off, looking up at him with the perfect innocent eyes, your lips wearing the prettiest pout. “Was that not good for you, Stevie?” 

Stevie. That nickname makes his head spin faster, all he wants to do is fuck you against those stupid rustic walls, have you screaming out for him, the whole ranch filled with your filthy noises, no one was around anyway.

“You kiddin’, sweetheart?” He gives you a chuckle, wrapping his hands around your jaw, pulling you off the floor. 

“You were fuckin’ amazing,” he hums, leaning down to kiss you, tasing the salty semen on your tongue. 

His hands are quick to travel along to your waist, fingertips finding their way onto your panties rather quickly, earning a gasp out of you. “Need to be in here first, honey.”

You nod, so quickly that you can feel him grinning into the kiss, his hands are everywhere, yours are more or less the same, quick to get rid of his top, to feel his toned chest in your soft hands, your top is sprawled right next to his, revealing your pink and gold bra at him, breasts peeking out just enough to have him groan, big hands quick to get rid of them. 

He has you caged against the amber walls, back hitting the rough material, making you hiss. Your skin heats at the impact, it’s filthy, lewd, and so public, but none of you even care enough to break the kiss. He settles between your thighs, his pants drooped to his ankles, hands rubbing across your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

The sight of you so easily submitting to him, makes his cock grow harder than he thought was possible, looking so ethereal that Steve forgets all about everything else. “Sunshine,” he breathes, hands fiddling with the hem of your panties. 

“Mhmm,” is all you can muster, legs slightly open for him, and he almost feels possessive over you, it’s entirely stupid, but he looks so fucking alluring with those dark chestnut eyes, layered hair a mess, and cock weeping entirely with the thought of you. 

His thumb runs over the seam of your pussy, just a glimpse of how his fingers are going to ruin you, and you pulse and clench against him already. Wet. Drenched. And all ready to take him. “You’re soaked,” he groans.

Leaning further into your ear, “is that all for me, honey?” he rasps, desperate, needing your confirmation. 

Heat grows in your cheeks faster than a scorching day in July, and he grins, again, all cocky and proud. “Yes,” you admit meekly, and Steve’s quick to kiss your worries away. 

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he growls, swirling your wetness up and around your slit, almost toying with you, having you desperately mewl for him. 

He can’t put his finger on it, what it is that draws him this much into you, but he’s hooked, so goddamn obsessed that he feels like an idiot, for being this much of an asshole, for acting like a grade school boy who’s pulling the pigtails of his crush. Like a stupid cliche. 

“Stevie.” That nickname, again. Godfuckingdammit, Steve thinks. You have him so wrapped around your finger, it’s like a prayer, and he’s sure you’re not aware of it. And it drives him even crazier. “Please.”

“Talk to me.” His voice is low, lips now nipping at your neck, suckling, giving you all the marks you need. 

“I need you,” you hum, eyes squeezed shut, desperate. His finger discard your panties and slide easily inside of you, your back is fully dipped into the well-worn walls with how good he feels, his thick fingers making their way in and out of your soppy cunt, whines leave your lips faster than you can comprehend. 

“Ruin me, Steve, fully, completely.” You don’t know how those words leave past your lush lips, but your thighs ache with need, cunt throbbing for him and him only. 

His eyes widen quickly, pure hunger quick to fill his veins, mouth hanging open, curses leaving his lips at how forward you are being. “Show me the cowboy hat rule, sir.” 

Steve all but groans, mouth harshly on yours again, chests pressed together and you can feel how hard he truly is, rock stiff, and aching to be inside of you. The sheer size of how he feels against your thighs almost makes your eyes bulge again. 

His fingers stop moving in and out of you, before you can whine, he spins you around so fast that you gasp loudly, hands immediately plastered on the wall, pleasure and excitement fills your tummy, but the fact that he’s seeing you all vulnerable like this is embarrassing enough that you try to close your legs. 

He’s quick to stop you with a grin, rough hands landing on the back of your thighs, spreading them open while tutting you. “Nuh-uh. Don’t get all shy now, princess. Spread them open f’me.” You spread them a little, cunt throbbing with how close his fingers are. 

He groans again once he fully gets a view of you like this, face down, ass up, your pussy slicked with your juices, at his mercy. “‘M gonna ruin you, honey, don’t you worry.” A dark chuckle barks out from his chest, sending chills down your spine, almost making you whine. 

Fuck. 

His hands are rough when he has you by your waist, bruising almost. Lining his cock in front of your slick core, he swipes the head of his reddened tip inside of you with one forceful thrust. Your plushy lips open slightly, stealing your breath away as you try to adjust to his size.

Shit, shit, shit, he feels even better than you fucking expected.

His cock splits you open, filling every goddamn inch of you. You don’t know how many times you thought this, but, shit, he’s as big as the gossip in this small town says he is. 

His thrusts are slow, grunts so loud and heavenly that it spurs you on more and more. His weight on you, the bruising hold. You feel him everywhere. On your back, hips, and fucking inside of you.

“F-fucking, fuck!” he growls, leaving nibbles all over your shoulder and back, even with the fact that this was Steve, and he was rough and filthy, it was wildly intimate, so wildly intimate that you could feel your heart pounding inside of your chest. 

“How are you this fuckin’ tight, s-sweetheart?” One of his hands travel up to your neck, roughly holding you down, hips slamming into you with such force that you cry out.

He watches the way his girthy cock disappears in and out of you, wetting himself with your juices, filling every inch of you. “Doin’ s’good for me, princess.” His praises are heavenly, making your chest swell with pride.

He moves inside of your soppy cunt with short thrusts. Completely bottomed out, thrusting against the same sensitive spot every time as his balls, heavy with cum grind against your clit, with each movement, making you cry out his name, babbles leaving your mouth. “Yeah, you like this don’t ya? Want me to ruin this slutty pussy, huh? Ruin it for every other men?”

You nod all dumbly, yet, it isn’t enough for him. He wants to hear you, have you scream it out. “Say it, sweet thing, fuckin’ say it,” he groans, coarse voice making tingles appear everywhere on your skin. 

“I-I love it, Stevie, want you to ruin me for everyone else, mmpf,” you moan all fucked out, eyes rolled all the way back to your head, hips desperately grinding against him for some more friction. 

He picks up his pace, fucking into you with reckless abandon.“F-fuck doll, won’t last if you keep runnin’ that dirty mouth.” 

But his words just encourage you to keep going, gasps coming out in short breaths as you manage to drive him crazier. “All yours, sir, all yours.” 

He grunts at that, one of his arms snaking around and under your hips to find a better angle, lifting you up so that he can fuck his cock deeper into you, make you feel how fucking big he really is. “That’s right, baby, it’s all fuckin’ mine.”

Hot tears spill down your cheeks, entire body burning with it. The slick sounds of his hips driving into you, your moans, his low groans are all that fill the room. So fucking filthy, and you can feel yourself clenching around him. 

It’s all too much; his hands everywhere, the lewd noises he makes, how deep his girthy cock is bottomed out inside of you, making you feel every ridge. It’s fucking perfect, and you desperately need to cum. 

And of fucking course, Steve can feel your pussy gripping him, so tight that he knows he’s gonna cum right after you do. “Gonna cum f’me, huh? Such a good girl,” he praises, again, knowing the effect it has on you and all you can do is gasp and weakly nod. 

One of his thumbs quickly finds your clit, making your pussy throb around him in pure ecstasy, all the overstimulation enough to have you crying like a bitch in heat. “Give it to me, angel,” he murmurs, pressing open-mouthed kisses everywhere on your skin.   

His movements pick up, padded thumb rubbing circles around your clit, the other hand landing on your nipples, twisting them while pumping into you, it’s all too much that it makes you sob and beg for him. 

“Cream my cock, let me ruin you completely, darlin’” It’s all the confirmation you need as your orgasm builds and washes through you, body exploding with pleasure, spreading through your skin as you scream out his name. 

Your pussy squeezes and pulses around his cock, and he fucking knows, he won’t last, not in the slightest. “S-shit, sweet thing, gonna make me cum with all those filthy noises.” 

“Want that, honey, hmm? Wanna be filled with my cum? Show everybody in this town who owns ya? Owns this tight lil’ cunt?” He feels it, that pure hunger for you over taking him, coarse voice, dark eyes, like a man possessed. His fingers dig further into your skin as he desperately chases his orgasm, enjoying the sloppy sounds your pussy makes as he drives into you.

“P-please, Stevie, n-need your cum,” you weakly hum. And it fucking breaks him. Hips losing all rhythm when he spills his warm load into you, twitching inside of you once he pumps you full of his cum. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, Sunshine,” he breathes, collapsing on your back, both of you trying to come down from the high. He slips free of you slowly, his cum dripping down your thighs, making him grin proudly. 

“S-steve,” you weakly murmur, collapsing in his arms. He holds you down, slight kisses left on your back, delicate in a way you have never seen him before. Yet, the two of you don’t mention it, “let me take you home,” he mutters, a gentle hold on you that makes you feel warm.

“N-no.”

“No?” Intrigued, his breath gets caught in his throat, the look you give him is so sultry that the blood rushes to his cock in an instant again. Fucking fuck, what have you done to him.

“We still haven’t followed the rules,” you purr sweetly, causing him to raise his brows in excitement, tempting him further and further. 

“The rule was wear the hat, ride the cowboy, wasn’t it?” You question with a slight grin, eyes lulled, still fucked out. 

Your fingertips gently grazed against his chest, hairy and slicked with sweat, his sudden dominance fading when you were so quick to switch from begging to cum underneath him to gaining that flirty, giddy personality again. Already leaving him a mess. “Y-yeah,” he murmured, watching you hungrily, his cock already weeping again. 

“Then, sit down and lemme take care of you, cowboy,” you ordered again, shuddering breaths leaving him in an instant.   

Now you were going to ruin him.

Fully.

Completely.

And Steve couldn’t be more infatuated. You were truly his demise.   

[bbyquokka]

Skz members and thigh fcking? It can be dom or sub skz. I just feel like certain members would absolutely love the feel of fucking your squishy thighs :3

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warnings: gn reader, thigh fucking, dom/sub dynamics, public settings, established relationship, sadism (seungmin), degrading names, pet names, some possessiveness (minho), idol au, orgasm denial, semi proof-read. IF I MISSED ANY, LMK!! words: 1.7k ~ (1,767)

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★﹐chan．﹗﹑

the type to roll you on your side, regardless of where you are. sofa, bed, floor, he doesn't care, as long as he gets to feel your soft thighs caressing his cock. as long as he gets to feel your warmth and hear your soft whimpers and moans. he's also the type to do it whenever he feels like it. taking full satisfaction in using you for his own selfish reasons. he'd ignore your begs and soft pleas of wanting him to touch you, claiming he will only touch you when he has orgasmed. this only fuels you into working harder, moaning just that extra bit more, wiggling your hips against his, clenching your thighs and occasionally rub his tip. when he cums, it would typically coat your thighs and whatever surface you're both on, but it's not enough for him so he'd roll you onto your back and drive every single moan, whimper and beg out off your body until you're both exhausted (or until sunrise)

★﹐minho．﹗﹑

minho would spend his time in caressing your skin. he'd start by kissing and massaging your soft thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh. he's so gentle and delicate to you, making your body tingle and belly feel excited from anticipation. don't get him wrong though, he is a possessive man who likes to mark what is his (even if the marks are hidden) teeth sinks into the flesh, harsh suckles as your skin turns purple and feels wet with saliva. minho would look up at you, a devilish smirk on his lips before ordering you to get on all fours. you do but instead of penetrating you like you'd expect him to, he would push your legs together, hold your hips and slowly push his cock between your thighs. the long moan that would emit from his lips is a new, foreign sound that you've never heard before. you dare look back and when you do, you see your usual, composed man slowly crumbling with each thrust and rub of his cock between your delicious thighs. his penis twitching, pre-cum leaking. lips parted as breathy moans and grunts escaped his throat. he'd hold himself, wanting to continue on and feel more and more of you. he'll never feel satisfied when it comes to you, his hunger only heightening until it become dangerous. 

★﹐hyunjin．﹗﹑

much like chan, he doesn't care where or when. he wants you and he will have you. his favourite place to fuck your thighs, is in a changing room or public bathroom. he'd bend you over, your hands planted on the mirror or cold tiles. his pants and underwear below his knees, yours around your ankles. the reason he likes doing it in public so much, is because he likes watching you struggle to not make a sound. he loves how you desperately bite down on your lip too hard to the point where you'd draw blood. how even a slight moan or whimper could echo or cause the people around you to stop what they're doing and question “what was that sound?” if you're really struggling, he would cover your mouth and muffle your moans. most of the time though, he just likes watching you suffer. whilst fucking your thighs, he would play and do other things to highten your pleasure. fingers wrapped around your neck, playing with your nipples or sucking on his long fingers. sometimes it's too much for you both and you'd cum together, sometimes you cum without him even touching you and vise versa.

★﹐changbin．﹗﹑

changbin is the type to be a switch. he loves every part of you and loves to dominate you. he loves grabbing your thighs and pulling you close to him, one hand in your hair, one hand on your hips as he sloppily thrusts between your thighs, but he likes it when you take control halfway through. when you demand him to slow down. when you call him degrading names like “slut” and “whore.” when you demand him to hold, denying him of his orgasm that's fast approaching with each degrading name you call him. your baby girl would feel so ashamed, so embarrassed when he would cum without your permission. he'd apologize profusely, begging for no punishment (even though he wants to be punished) you'd deny him of touch, your thighs are off limits, much to his dismay. he cannot touch you or himself until you say so and all poor binnie can do, is nod his head and agree with tearful eyes.

★﹐jisung ．﹗﹑

he wants the thighs and he would do anything for the thighs. your thighs are his favourite part of your body. he loves seeing the elastic of your thigh highs dig into your skin creating a skindentation. he loves watching your thighs every time you wear a skirt or shorts. your thighs in jeans or sweatpants? he is a weak weak man. you know he likes your thighs and is weak to them, so you like to tease him. you  purposefully wear tight clothing that grip onto your thick thighs, watching jisung practically salivate. sometimes it gets too much for him to bear. his cock so hard, it hurts and strains against his clothing. he'd have to drag you somewhere and pull down your clothing whilst saying sorry over and over again. his hands shaky with need, his penis red and angry. you'd pretend to be mad at him but secretly, you love watching jisung crumble and succumb to his own need and lust. once his penis is between your plush thighs, he feels relief but it only takes a few thrusts before he is a crumbling, sobbing mess as his cum shoots out and soils your clothing.

★﹐felix．﹗﹑

you'd notice he is a little stressed. his dancing seemed off. he was making mistakes that he wouldn't normally make and would get annoyed very quickly. he's sexually frustrated due to being busy with the upcoming comeback. having you watch his every move and being dressed so beautifully is not helping the man to keep his composure. after the nth mistake, he'd mumble a “i can't fucking do this.” in an impatient tone as he'd grab your wrist and pull you up on your feet. he'd spin you around, hastily pull down your clothing. you'd try to protest but as soon as you see his lustful eyes staring at you via the dance room mirror, do you understand. soft kisses on your neck along with nibbles and sucks. his hands roaming along your thighs before gently parting them enough for him to slide his penis between them. he'd start off slow and steady, increasing his tempo as he feels the relief of pleasure wash over him in waves. hands playing with your nipples, teeth sinking into the back of your neck, he listens to your gentle moans. “we don't have much time. help me.” he'd beg. you'd nod and reach down, thumb rubbing his soaked head fast and rough. long, deep moans in your ears, his hips bucking and movements uncoordinated. you'd know he's close so you would place your hand in from of his cock and feel his cum shoot out on the palm of your hands. unfortunately, it would spill onto the floor and somehow land on the mirror causing you both to clean it up or get scolded by chan.

★﹐seungmin．﹗﹑ 

much like hyunjin, seungmin likes it more when he is aware there's people around. your hands would be clutching the cold metal of the bathroom sink, the door left unlocked on purpose by seungmin. he wants someone to walk in, he wants someone to see how you're not so innocent. he'd do anything and everything to make you moan louder and louder, his cock rubbing between your thighs. he'd pull your hair, bite on your earlobe, praise you and gently choke you. he'd do everything to drive out every single moan and whimper and make you be heard by the members. tear stained cheeks, clothing above the chest and below the knees, you'd beg for more but seungmin is a menace and would refuse. the painful ache growing and growing with each thrust to the point you're on the verge of tears. after hearing you beg and cry for more, he would pull his cock out from your thighs which would leave you all confused. you'd question him and when he'd say “i'll fuck you later.” do you cry. seungmin loves it when you cry, he loves making you crumble to this state. it's sadistic, he knows but he can't help looking at your crying face and see you beg and plead. tears rolling down your hot cheeks, broken sobs as you beg and beg and beg. his penis would twitch and leak before he himself, can't take no more. he'd pick you up by your ass, pin you to the bathroom door and penetrate you, fucking you against the bathroom door. if the members couldn't hear you both before, then can hear you both now.

★﹐jeongin．﹗﹑

he's experimenting. he wants to find out what he likes and doesn't like. he knows he loves your body and thighs but he wants to know what it feels like to have his penis between the soft flesh. he'd bring it up to you and you would happily agree, much to his relief. foreplay would be standard. kissing until you both struggle to breathe, nipples being played with until they are tender and swollen. hair being pulled and ruffled with love bites decorating each others skin. when the time would come, Jeongin would grab your legs by the ankles and hold them together and up. he'd slowly insert his penis between your thighs, letting your legs rest on his shoulder so he could look at you. it's not something he would expect. the sudden warmth he is welcomed by, the softness of your plush thighs that caress him so deliciously. you'd watch his every move, watch him go through every emotion. it'd make you feel giddy, watching Jeongin kiss your ankles and legs as he constantly thanks you for letting him do this whilst tightly holding onto your legs. the feeling is so new but good to him that he wouldn't last long. cum would shoot out onto your stomach and chest, catching you both by surprise. he'd fluster a deep shade of embarrassing red, letting go of your legs and grabbing some wipes to wipe away the cum. you'd say it's ok but he can't help but feel bad so he would pleasure and treasure you all night.

note: it sort of rushed so i apologise for that :( but i hope it's enjoyable nonetheless! ‹3 remember, requests are closed but thoughts are open! pls leave feedback, reblog & enjoy ‹3

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[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

The fandom used to be so fcking weird about how it went about interpreting canon. There's still some dumb stuff around but looking back on 2000-2010 era SW fanfiction people had the weirdest Legends-inspired fanon ever and genuinely held it as authoritative reading of the text even as the movies explicitly and completely contradicted it?

I'm specifically thinking about "Sai Tok" and how *gasp* the Council was apparently suuuuuper duper creeped out that Obi-Wan used a *gasp* forbidden Sith lightsaber technique on Darth Maul and they thought it was a sign he had fallen a little bit or whatever (genuinely have seen idiot SW youtube bros use the 'sai tok' argument to say that the Jedi code is hypocritical and they all use the Dark Side anyway when they need to yadda yadda).

But remember how the Council immediately knighted Obi-Wan in TPM?? They didn't HAVE to do that. People using the previous argument would go on about Old Republic "traditions" and how killing a Sith automatically makes you a knight and it's in the Code, but that's just another headcanon used to cover up that the first one doesn't make sense. Nothing in TPM says the Council knighted Obi-Wan out of a tradition they were obligated to follow - if it was the case, they probably wouldn't have given him Anakin. As it is, what the movie seems to be saying is that they knighted him because they thought he deserved it. (Especially since he didn't just hold his own, he also managed to calm himself down and center himself and that's how he got Maul.)

The part in the TPM novelization (iirc) about Sai Tok being 'frowned upon' (not forbidden) isn't in the movies and even if it was it's not very conclusive. Bisecting your opponent would logically be discouraged in lightsaber fights because it's been a thousand years since the Jedi have fought Sith, so anytime they pull out their lightsabers it's to fight people who very likely aren't as powerful as they are and the Jedi only go for the kill as a last resort. They just don't like killing people if they can help it, that's why you'd scold a kid at lightsaber practice who always goes for the throat or midsection. Not because oNLy SitH pEoPle dO thAt. And Obi-Wan's situation? was a last resort, so there is zero reason it'd be frowned upon in the Code or whatever.

And again, that's not what happens! They're so impressed they trust him with Anakin when they could have just knighted him. Frankly I think they wouldn't have had much reason to care if he'd bitten Maul's head off at that point. They also put Obi-Wan on the Council right as the war started (so either they made him a Master specifically to get him on the Council, or they put him on the Council the second they made him a Master for other reasons: bc he fought Dooku, bc he led the investigation, bc Anakin got knighted, whatv. the point is: they ABSOLUTELY trust him.) That he used a 'bad' technique is never, ever, EVER hinted at in all three prequels movie, it's never brought up, used to discredit him, talk him down, used by the Sith as proof that he is just like them... nobody EVER makes a big deal out of it because it's not!! To everybody, the big deal is that Obi-Wan SURVIVED! And managed to beat a Sith!! He could have tripped Maul into the pit, shoved Maul's own lightsaber into his skull, or stabbed him with an actual knife and that still wouldn't change their takeaway!!

[andreadesantis3806]

The fact that Rhaenyra was right in her restraint to try and not send the dragons to war. ''When dragons flew to war, everything burned.'' She is right. We saw this episode as a clear proof, soldiers and bannermen will fight, lose, fight, fall upon swords, fire canyons all day but the moment a dragon or two appears, they are no friends or foes, they become one whole collateral damage and the battle ground is nothing compared to the now actual battle happening ove there heads. Dragon fire does not distinguish between friends or foes; it just...burns. The soldiers below; mere mortals can do nothing but get drenched in the rain of blood showering from the sky as Sunfyre and Meleys grapple at each other, cannot do anthing but move away as far as they can from the jets of flames, cannot do anything but panic and run as Meleys throws Vhagar down on the ground; the humongous form of the biggest dragon in the known world squishing everyone and everything like a boulder thrown atop a bed of flowers, They cannot do anything but run and scamper out of the way as Vhagar hauls hereslf up bounding across the field to fly up, her wing talons and feet squishing people like ants. They cannot do anythign but watch as Meleys crashes on a castle and completely destroys the side of it.

That is why restraint is a very necessary element when it comes to a war involving dragons, as Condal said. Impulsiveness or just pure unadulterated fury on dragon back has consequences that ripple through the entire Realm. But they are Targaryens. Their blood runs hot like the flames of their dragons, they are restless and chaotic. They know restraint, but not necessarily knows how to do so.

Also another thing, if they make the Hull brothers sired from Corlys, how are they dragon riders? Corlys is a Velaryon, wheraes Laenor was half-Targaryen so it makes sense to have them hail from Laenor despite his preferences. But dunno, there might be some targaryen ancestry in Corlys' line, as Targaryens and Velaryons are often known to mingle most than other houses, idk.

Also AEMOND'S VALYRIAN? AEGON'S HALF ASSED ATTEMPT TO ASSERT DOMINANCE ONLY TO SPEAK ABSOLUTE GIBBERISH?? I CACKLED.

BUT NO, I NEED RHAENYS BACK IF ONLY TO HOLD RHAENYRA BACK FROM DOING ERRATIC SHIT AS SHE WAS THE WISEST COUNCIL SHE HAD.

POOR SUNFYRE, THE WAY HE IS LITERALLY A PUPPY, BUTTING HIS HEAD AND KEENING AT AEGON, THEN HIS EVERY ATTEMPT TO STAY AFLOAT, AND PROTECT AEGON IM CRYING-

ALYS' SARCASTIC SCOTTISH ACCENT? IM ON MY FCKING KNEES

[weclassybouquetfun]

The Oscars were announced today and while there is plenty that I am happy about disappointment still abounds. No love for SALTBURN. I knew Best Actor was crowded and Barry Keoghan may not get in,

AMPAS how can you deny him?

but I was sure of a Rosamund Pike nomination. Was holding out hope for a Dominic Sessa, or even unlikelier a Milo Machado Graner nomination for their respective works in THE HOLDOVERS and ANATOMY OF A FALL.

And while not personally disappointed (more disappointed by her BABYLON snub), very surprised that Margot Robbie didn't secure a nomination for BARBIE yet America Ferrera did.

Ryan Gosling speaks on Margot and Greta Gerwig's omission.

Not surprised by Andrew Scott not getting a nod - he didn't even get one from the BAFTAs - I just think there wasn't enough meat on the bones for that role.

Not surprised by Leonardo DiCaprio not securing a nomination as he's been pretty much absent from these conversations. What bothers me is that everyone I talk to about KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON pan his character, but not his performance. They hate that his character is stupid. They don't even touch on he's a bad person for poisoning his wife; no. It's his stupidity. So they hate that weakness in him and it blinds them to Leo's performance. Even director Paul Schrader whinged about how stupid the character was and Leo should have played the role originally offered to him; the FBI agent played by Jesse Plemons.

I love comparing who were being pushed to who actually got the big nomination.

Sorry Andrew, Greta, Julianne, Margot, Eve and Fantasia.

The Nominees.

Best Picture American Fiction Anatomy of a Fall Barbie The Holdovers Killers of the Flower Moon  Maestro Oppenheimer Past Lives  Poor Things

*I only just found out Ramy Yousef, Willem Dafoe and Mark Ruffalo are in this poster.

The Zone of Interest

Best Director Justine Treit (Anatomy of a Fall) Martin Scorsese (Killers of the Flower Moon) Christopher Nolan (Oppenheimer) Yorgos Lanthimos (Poor Things) Jonathan Glazer (The Zone of Interest)

Best Actor in a Leading Role Bradley Cooper (Maestro)

Colman Domingo (Rustin) Paul Giamatti (The Holdovers) Cillian Murphy (Oppenheimer) - when asked what he would eat as the Oscars do not serve food, he said he will bring a piece of his mam's sponge cake snuck in his wife's purse.

Jeffrey Wright (American Fiction)

More Nominations and Oscar Nom Talks

Thrilled for Bradley Cooper as a lot of people were turning on him because they viewed him as a award desperate try-hard. But he really just cares so much about this role. He screened A STAR IS BORN for Steven Spielberg and when the "Shallow" scene came on Spielberg got up and whispered in his ear, "You are fcking directing MAESTRO". When you are given given that must trust by arguably one of the greatest filmmakers ever, of course you're going to be extra to the nth degree.

Not sold on Cillian Murphy's performance in OPPENHEIMER. It did nothing for me, but I'm happy he has had this award season experience. He stays outside of actors' circle and - based on absolutely no proof- I just think he probably felt it al superficial, but when he won his Globe and thanked his fellow actors I can tell he was sincere. I think coming together with his peers in a real way; not just mingling at parties, but by being in spaces where they discuss their craft and inspirations let him recognize that no matter how big the name, these are his tribe and they see the art and value of what they do. Awards season friendships are cool to see. I didn't see one this season but Bradley Cooper said he and Colman Domingo have become buddies this season after doing a photoshoot together.

Best Actress in a Leading Role Annette Bening (Nyad)

Lily Gladstone (Killers of the Flower Moon) Sandra Hüller (Anatomy of a Fall) Carey Mulligan (Maestro) Emma Stone (Poor Things)

*Minus Sandra Hüller this is pretty much how I viewed how this category would shape up. Very funny to me that when POOR THINGS started screenings critics swore up and down it was an embarrassment to Emma Stone's talent and she would get nothing.

Best Actor in a Supporting Role Sterling K. Brown (American Fiction) Robert De Niro (Killers of the Flower Moon) Robert Downey Jr. (Oppenheimer) Ryan Gosling (Barbie) Mark Ruffalo (Poor Things)

*I honestly felt that Sterling K. Brown could be the upset and I was so happy to be right. His performance in AMERICAN FICTION is a breath of fresh air. I honestly wanted more of his character.

What I like about his Mark Ruffalo's nominations are that they both didn't think these roles would lead to this.

Brown said his publicist kept pushing him for interviews and panels this season and he couldn't understand why as he thought it was such a small role and he was just satisfied with being in the film, but his publicist saw the reactions to Brown's character and knew it was awards worthy.

Ruffalo said he didn't think he could do his POOR THINGS role because he's been so pigeon-holed and was accustomed to playing roles that were the anti-thesis of Duncan that he wasn't sure he could find him. Having people trust in you when even you yourself don't have that trust, or trying even while in doubt of yourself is beautiful.

Best Actress in a Supporting Role Emily Blunt (Oppenheimer)

Danielle Brooks (The Color Purple)

America Ferrera (Barbie) Jodie Foster (Nyad) Da’Vine Joy Randolph (The Holdovers)

*America Ferrera should be nowhere in this category. It should be Rosamund Pike 1000%. So happy that Danielle Brooks and Da'Vine Joy Randolph were both nominated as I was afraid the voters would only pick one over the other. Kinda surprised by Jodie Foster, but hers was a nomination I was really hoping for.

Best Writing (Adapted Screenplay) American Fiction Barbie Oppenheimer Poor Things The Zone of Interest 

Best Writing (Original Screenplay) Anatomy of a Fall 

The Holdovers May December Past Lives Maestro

Best Animated Feature The Boy and the Heron  Elemental  Nimona  Robot Dreams Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse 

Best Documentary Feature Film Bobi Wine: The People’s President The Eternal Memory Four Daughters 20 Days in Mariupol  To Kill a Tiger

*I forget the film but last year Dev Patel threw his support behind an International Documentary. He wasn't involved in it, but he did Zoom Q&As promoting it. This year he backed TO KILL A TIGER, going further this time to become an executive producer on it. This is the way to use your profile - uplifting other artists whose projects don't have the reach.

Best Cinematography Killers of the Flower Moon Maestro Oppenheimer Poor Things El Conde *Would much rather SALTBURN be in this category, but very happy for EL CONDE to be recognized.

Best Costume Design Barbie Killers of the Flower Moon Napoleon Oppenheimer Poor Things 

Best Makeup and Hairstyling Golda  Oppenheimer  Poor Things  Society of the Snow Maestro *Gotta go to makeup maestro Kazu Hiro.

Best Animated Short Film Letter to a Pig Ninety-Five Senses Our Uniform Pachyderme War Is Over! Inspired by the Music of John & Yoko

Best Live-Action Short Film The After Invincible Knight of Fortune Red, White and Blue The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar

*I'm 100% behind THE WONDERFUL STORY OF HENRY SUGAR, though I preferred the short within the quandrant of films THE SWAN starring Rupert Friend. As long as the shallow Pedro Almodóvar short STRANGE WAY OF LIFE wasn't nominated, I'm good.

Best Original Song “The Fire Inside” (Flamin’ Hot) “I’m Just Ken” (Barbie) “It Never Went Away” (American Symphony) “Wahzhazhe (A Song For My People)” (Killers of the Flower Moon) “What Was I Made For?” (Barbie)

*Was really rooting for one John Carney's two songs from FLORA & SON to get a nod. He's been twice nominated (winning one) for Best Song, but since not gaining a nod for SING STREET (a robbery!), he just haven't been able to gain ground.

Best Original Score American Fiction Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny Killers of the Flower Moon Oppenheimer Poor Things

*Should have been a space for Anthony Willis who did the score for SALTBURN but everyone has to kiss John Williams' ring and Robbie Robertson passed away so they have to recognize him. Though, if pushed came to shove, I preferred Robertson's score over Williams'.

Best Documentary Short Film The ABCs of Book Banning The Barber of Little Rock Island in Between The Last Repair Shop Nǎi Nai & Wài Pó

Best International Feature Film Io Capitano (Italy) Perfect Days (Japan) Society of the Snow (Spain)

The Teacher’s Lounge (Germany) The Zone of Interest (United Kingdom)

*Haven't been able to see THE ZONE OF INTEREST because A24 kept bollocksing up their screenings (same with THE IRON CLAW), but I hear it's great. I'm 1000% behind SOCIETY OF THE SNOW. I really hoped that JA Bayona was able to break out and make it into the Best Director category, but sadly, it didn't happen,

Best Production Design Barbie Killers of the Flower Moon Napoleon Oppenheimer Poor Things

Best Film Editing Anatomy of a Fall The Holdovers Killers of the Flower Moon Oppenheimer Poor Things

*Again, another category SALTBURN should have been nominated in.

Best Production Design Barbie Killers of the Flower Moon Napoleon Oppenheimer Poor Things

Best Sound The Creator Maestro Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part One Oppenheimer The Zone of Interest

Best Visual Effects The Creator Godzilla: Minus One Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 Mission: Impossible — Dead Reckoning, Part One Napoleon

[kithtaehyung]

Hello. I am dude reader number 3 (I think) sent here by violin anon. I’ll start out by saying this is a big deal for me as it’s my first fanfic. (Although I did cheat and read another one of your things so more on that later ig)

🎻 showed me the 📖 and 🏀 messages and now I spend my limited free time catching up on your page. So hello fellow bros

I’m planning to catch up on everything soon before I give real commentary because I want it to make sense but I really get what basketball bro meant about confidence.

I mess up a lot with relationships because emotions are not my strong suit and I think reading this is eye opening a bit. I think it’s quite realistic, very relatable, and well written. As much as the oc keeps bottled up, Yoongi’s brain is swimming. The fact that it’s easy for him to tell her to say what she wants is so telling. Because, I often use this as a way to avoid having to share how I feel. If I have them constantly focused on sharing themselves they won’t ask to see my fragile parts as much - the shit I’ve been through that I haven’t dealt with and don’t want to relive. I don’t know if that’s intentional on your part, ryen but that was my thought on it. 

I have more but I’ll be here sporadically as my confidence ebbs and flows. I specifically want to get through the apparent “all yoongi pov” chapter before saying more. So I’ll leave you with this: I saw during scrolling that someone mentioned women writing men is the best and after reading this so far, I agree.

If you want I can be either 🎷 or any instrument that’s not taken, you pick.

Holy shit, this is.. wow. Damn, sax, thank you for sending this in and thank you violin for introducing him to 3tan! Also.. you read something else, as well?? Was it FL3 because that is my most music-themed fic so far and very much a result of my evolving relationship with it🤍

But anyways, wow. Again. 📖 and 🏀 we have another bro!! And 🏀, you are definitely not alone as far as the confidence thing goes. Here is solid proof.

If this is realistic and relatable even for you? Holy crap. I guess we all can gather that.. we’re all fundamentally the same. Like, as far as human emotions and feelings and how we deal with them go. As for your experiences, I wanna say I hate how you had to go through any shit at all. But we’re all learning, and we’re all gonna keep learning and failing but still try despite all of that🫂 If this was eye opening for you, it’s been a journey for me, too. Also.. Your commentary on Yoongi telling reader to say what they want just so that he doesn’t have to do it himself (and can still learn about them?) Yeah.. Pretty fcking spot on.

And oh my god.. you haven’t even read Dal Segno onwards yet, either😳 now I absolutely can’t wait to hear your comments after that or after you catch up completely because of your commentary already.

I just feel a myriad of feelings right now. It’s totally okay if you appear sporadically, too🤍 as long as you know that we appreciate anything you decide to tell us, i’m good. this alone was certainly cool and a huge telling from a guy’s perspective! like damn.. I’m just sitting here staring. thank you so much for saying all of this and have fun diving into the rest🍊

[ghastlybin]

I like ateez, not a stan but still, now tell me, why is yeosang so enticing? I swear i never watch their fancam but one day i was just spam watching his fancams, he’s just so…mysterious?

FELT FELT FELT the mf is so god damn gorgeous and I will die by him— Now to answer your question,

Why is Yeosang so enticing?

To this day, no one knows the exact answer. Could be his looks, could be his personality, could be how talented he is, or it could be all of the above. The enigma that is this man aside, he’s rlly fcking funny for absolutely no reason, sweet, he’s an introvert if that explains why he seems mysterious lmao, and he owns my h e a r t. My best friend fr and I have proof pfft 💀 Also his fancams are addicting af like you can tell this dude belongs with Ateez (if that makes sense)

Adding pics under the read more tab bc he’s just really beautiful. Also to not clog the TL.

Good food, scrumptious.

I love his smile sm lol

If y’all are wondering where the scissors disappeared to, I ate them. If there’s one thing I’ll beg for, it’s for this fine mf to LEAVE HIS HAIR ALONE.

Here’s a LQ pic of a HQ man.

And ofc, who would I be to exclude bad bitch Yeosang Quinn?

Also Tumblr is lowkey pissing me off, it won’t let me add a video of King Yeosang, it won’t save anything, it’s just acting like a grade A THOT.

So if Tumblr sees me at their moms house later, this is why.

I wish Tumblr would let me attach a video LMAOOO this is why I’m visiting tumblr’s mom later tonight.

[sanktpolypenbourg]

Warning: Wall of rambly text agead

I'm not even sure I ever had full blown depression (I mean I once tested how quickly the crows on my roof would eat up a crude model of a human body made of meat and wood (to simulate bones) because I had this idea that I would just lie down on the roof one day and feed them with myself, but I am both a dumb and a kindergarten-level creative person so maybe it's not really proof of intensity; What also makes me a bit sceptical on the "full depression" thing is that the episodes started to become massively less frequent ever since someone started a family with me so maybe all along I was just lonely) but I certainly had mental states and depressive episodes that match what other people talk about

The most amazing thing for me personally was how I gained insight

Tangent - my take on depression:

Like when you are in an episode it does not at all feel like you are seeing things the wrong way, it feels like you have been drunk your whole life and suddenly you are sober for the very first time, suddenly everything is perfectly clear, and the amazing realization you get is that there is no hope and no point to your existence at all and you are literally a net negative in the world

A lot might be fuzzy but that is something you know for sure, that nothing you are and nothing you do matters, objectively

And here is the thing - the depression is correct about this, of course, but it's also dumb. Life on this planet is literally only possible at all because creatures care about themselves and what they do even though nothing really matters in the great sheme of things. And you specifically, no matter how inconsequential and silly you are even compared to everyone and everything else, it's still your life and you are still valid as a piece of the big puzzle.

All depression does is that it sucks the life juice out of you, that universal lubricant that keeps you rolling, that keeps you just intoxicated enough that you care about yourself and what you do

I would say it's a state of absolute realism, but absolute realism does not accurately match on to life? Life is movement and vagueness and a lot of it exists in the hypothetical, in the future, in marching on even without knowing what comes next. In depression, you feel like the world is static, like you have already seen it all. Change, especially to yourself and your life, becomes an absurd concept. You might even get angry with anyone suggesting otherwise, because clearly it is a lie? If the future is so great, then why can't you see it right now? (Answer: because it is the future, you dumbass.)

Anyway tangent over, what I mean by gaining insight is, I can now actually see the pattern when it starts. The thoughts still feel accurate, but I can now understand intellectually that I'm wrong. Suddenly the depression even feels like a cheap trick, like someone took away all your clothes in winter and tells you being warm was just a delusion and freezing is the universal truth. True, I am cold, but I know it's a trick, because I already fell for it so many times before? And I know from experience I'll be warm again even though right now I cannot see where my next set of clothes is going to come from? And even if it won't come and I'll freeze, wtf good does it do me to ass-u-me it won't? Maybe the only thing that helps me is that I am so damn lazy and I find worrying is more exhausting than not worrying, on top of everything else

And it was a process over several years but now at least I can usually tell when I am being fcked with. I may not figure out the trap but I know it IS the trap, and that alone makes such a big difference

And again I don't know how helpful this is for anyone else but I keep thinking about what they say about giving birth - you don't live from pain to pain, you live from pause to pause. If you ever fcking feel like saying "it feels like I can never escape the trap because now I am in it again" - consider if you can rephrase that shit as "that stupid joint can never hold me, no matter how many times they catch me, I get out again. The fact that I am in the trap again means your trap isn't fcking working, because by definition I got out before".

[spiteless-xo]

So, I take it you read jjk manga?

Just now I randomly came across a big manga spoiler in a youtube comment section re. Nanami.

I'm fcking devastated rn.

If you know - you know.

Where's Gojo when you need him??

I guess there's no choice but to read the manga if I don't want to spoil the whole plot before I have a chance to watch it unfold in anime.

Also, I know you love Geto, but I BLAME HIM. It's kinda ironic, in s2 Gojo was ready to massacre a whole bunch of people at one point, and Geto was the one to stop him then only to later become insane himself. Now idc, I just want Gojo to go absolutely berserk and take all these mf's heads off. Why Nanami, whyyy 😭

One more thing... You said Geto is like Eren, but in my opinion they are nothing alike. In jjk 0 (the movie) Geto behaves like a complete psycho showing no regard for human life. He enjoys torturing and killing people, he doesn't care. "Monkeys" he calls them. Eren is not like that, he's not crazy, he knows what he does is wrong and it kills him, but he is forced to do it anyway. I think that's why I can't really sympathize with Geto... He is almost as despicable as Mahito. No remorse. At least that is how he is portrayed in anime. And to add to all of this he broke Gojo's heart, because he was his one and only best friend. Even Geto's visual design went downhill after he lost his mind. I dunno, I guess I'm just mad and sad because of that spoiler that I read 😔

i actually haven't read the manga!! but, before getting into jjk, i accidentally found myself on jjk twitter (i guess i liked a bunch of fanart or something? idk) and so i've seen all of the major spoilers 😭 even up to now, i know what's going on with the major characters.

so! i know exactly what you're talking about.

i remember you saying that you've read the aot manga, but if i'm remembering incorrectly and you don't wanna get spoiled, let me know and i'll delete what i said about in here!

some jjk 0 spoilers & aot manga spoilers below

it's been a bit since i've seen jjk 0, but from what i can remember, geto doesn't kill any sorcerers, which aligns with his vision of how he wants the world to be. yes, he tries to kill yuuta, but for him, it's a necessary evil to help further his plans.

i still think geto and eren are similar at their core, but their biggest difference is how they "cope" with their decision.

geto dehumanizes non-sorcerers by calling them monkeys so that it's easier for him to wipe them out. whereas eren is emotionally destroyed by what he has to do and has remorse and guilt for his actions... but they're both still doing it for kind of the same reason?

eren is trying to kill all non-eldians because he's trying to save his friends from unnecessary death. after he sees life outside the wall, he's upset that the world allowed eldians to live with such death and horror for so long without doing anything about it.

kinda the same thing w geto. after failing the mission to save riko and then haibara dying and then finding the twins locked up.... he's literally bombarded with proof that non-sorcerers don't care about sorcerers and, in fact, non-sorcerers and their leaking cursed energy is the REASON WHY ALL OF HIS FRIENDS ARE DYING!! so he wants to kill them to save his friends

(also, geto's cursed technique of swallowing curses after exorcising them is just another form of a sacrifice made for ungrateful ppl, so it's an ongoing, painful reminder of that for geto each time he swallows a curse)

geto and gojo's morality flip is also really interesting to me. like you said, how gojo wanted to massacre all those people but geto said no. after that day, gojo works hard to become the strongest so that he doesn't fail (riko dying) like that again. where geto struggles to find meaning behind why he's a jujutsu sorcerer when non-sorcerers have such little regard for him/his friends' life (ie. the star alliance group ppl clapping when they saw riko dead).

i think that had gojo not been so focused on becoming the strongest, he probably would've been there for geto during his morality crisis. maybe gojo would've been able to save geto from "turning evil".... but also maybe geto would've "turned" gojo after talking with yuki. it's an interesting what if scenario.

also there are some things that happen in the manga that i think might change your perception of geto.

sorry if this is incoherent, this is mostly just key smashing all my geto/eren (mostly geto) thoughts ty for the opportunity to gush about my one of my favourite characters

[marriageandthecrown]

It still pisses me tf off how even NOW no one can portray Anne Boleyn and Jane Boleyn as friends; and that Jane Boleyn is still being portrayed as the woman who betrayed her husband and sister-in-law, ultimately being responsible for their deaths.

[lilieseance]

no matter how much Sakura does, she’s always gonna get labeled as “useless, trash, crybaby” etc. and her achievements always get talked as if they did nothing or weren’t important like,

(protecting sasuke and Naruto in og (against opponents that were obviously stronger than her) sasori fight, her medical aid during pain arc, restoring narutos FULL chakra, healing others during the war WHILE fighting, keeping Naruto from dying until minato can save him, helping Naruto and sasuke seal kaguya which they never could’ve done without her and then preventing Naruto and sasuke from dying of blood loss, and in the last she healed naruto nonstop for 3 fcking days + many of y’all’s favorite characters would’ve been dead without her. And that’s not even all!)

for example, 1 character does smth, let’s go with hinata jumping in, “trying” to save Naruto.

anti: what did Sakura do? Couldn’t she help? she was just crying.

what about the other kunoichis? Or the fcking anbus? What about hinatas bodyguard who just WATCHED?? (he was injured so I give him that) They also didn’t do sht but you’re only focusing on Sakura? let me tell you the fact that Sakura couldn’t even see what was happening cz only those with byakugan could see what was going on. also, y’all seriously want a medic ninja to jump into the fight?? FR? even if she was capable of doing it, she couldn’t. It’s the rule.

also the fact that they always compare her to Naruto and sasuke with GOD POWERS?? Ofc she isn’t as strong as them. But if you go by that logic go with every character. Shikamaru, Ino, kiba, hinata and whoever are also not as strong as them. it’s with everyone who gets compared with them both.

it’s okay to hate a character, that’s absolutely fine. But spreading false sht about her and making other hate for no reason is shtty af. like SP did. speaking of SP, stop clinging on filler moments to justify your hate. It’s not canon.

with that said, She’s the strongest kunoichi. She surpassed tsunade aka former strongest. It’s canon. and the fact that she isn’t from any special clan makes it even more awesome. Deal with it. You can’t keep calling her “useless” cz that title was gone since Shippuuden started (actually in OG but I’m gonna let you have your fun) and she proofed herself that she can keep up with sasuke and Naruto.

[biggerthanhalo]

Soooo, Louis was looking at one fan's profile (casual) to see what came up, but oh no... he found a couple of 'Larry stuff'.

And he, totally shaken, even if it's been YEARS since he admits the existence of the "Larry Organization" and that he hasn't been associated —outside the fandom— with Harry in an 'un-professional' way for f*** thousands years, and not to mention that we know that he gives absolutely 0 fucks about whatever the fans think because "they can believe what they wanna believe"

HE DECIDE TO CORRECT the fan's beliefs, in the same way as the only direct denials we've ever had, written. Because in person it's a completely different story, with a lot of "genuinely; seriously; obviously".. right?

And then, pay attention to this, TALK ABOUT THE CLARKS' BABY. Dude, what?

He's like:

"hey, I see that you believe in everything about larry BUT I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I LOVE MY SON AND YOU UNDERSTAND ME BECAUSE YOU'RE A MOM, RIGHT????

MOM = SON / FATHER = ME"

Putting the baby into the narrative, was such a predictable move, god, did we see it coming from the first interaction he had with that baby outside the tour bus (do y'all remember it?)

When he came out to wish the little lad happy birthday and -as usual it seems- out of nowhere he says

"oh you don't know **raises his voice so that the circle of fans can hear him** I ALSO HAVE A BABY WITH YOUR AGE, CRAZY HUH? A SON"

A predictable move, but so ridiculous that it takes away all the veracity of the narrative.

Why would he involve "his child" in that? Why the baby and not his BELOVED *GIRLFRIEND*??

Why wouldn't he mention his irrefutable proof of heterosexual love? Why not a single word to poor El? Why not say the name of the owner of all the romantic songs he wrote in his career?

Why avoid mentioning their long-term-relationship OF 10 ¡!TEN!¡ FUCKING YEARS???

I'm going to tell you why. Bc of the BUA.

We knew months ago that something like this was going to happen to make way for the BUA.

Boost the BBG for when the BUA happens, and then they've a stunt backup for the premiere of LT2...

And it's everything so obvious, and so ridiculous at the same time..

Like, please do you read the messages that "Louis sent"??? i'm pissing myself istg

"I just wanted to say how I feel, because I don't think people really know" I'M LAUGHING MY FCKING ASS OFF WHAT IS THIS

Obviously they "know" Louis, if the bullshit tweet is one of your best known (except for the AIMH one *wink*), if in every WRITTEN article where Larry is even remotely mentioned you are shown very determined -and aggressive- about it.

Ofc the GP "knows", Louis. What are you talking about? Your public attitude on that is very clear...

Now, if you demonstrate another completely thing with your songs, your lyrics, your clothes, your merch and basically every fucking thing in that you can apply a hidden message -like Dalí and DNA tests, Tesla, the 'eye wild open', the F1, the checkered pattern and so many more- it's completely different, cuz those are just conspiracies, right? ~Coincidences~

Everything is happening as it should, as we said it would.

I don't understand how anyone can buy this "denial" like istg it's a mf introduction to remember the child.

Nothing changes the facts. Louis is not a father. Louis is not straight. Louis is fcking married with Harry and they're fucking strong.

So, we? We will survive, and they? they're still together, still going strong.

Go cry about it fcking weak larries

[darkmulti]

(NON CON. If you don’t like it, shoo🙄)

OMG- I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS (I’m the last anon<-) but can you do a maknae line reaction to you crying in bed because they’re going to hard and they’re scaring you? Take your time though, no rush🤗

⚠️: NON CON (all), dacryphilia kink (all), somnophilia kink (JK), face slapping (all), overstimulation (JK & Jimin) unprotected sex (all), saliva kink (JK), fear kink (Tae & Jimin), choking (all), hair pulling (tae & Jimin), biting/marking (Jimin)

-> sorry for any mistakes

-> this is fcking horrible. So sorry, loves. 

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Jimin

━━━

“Please, Jimin! I’ve apologized multiple times but you’re still not listening to me!”

“WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU LOOKING AT HIM LIKE THAT?!”

Jimin slapped you hard, before pulling you away from the crowd and towards the car. “You stupid cunt! How dare you humiliate me like this? Am I not enough for your eyes?”

The man loved seeing you tremble in fear under him. You were trying to explain yourself but it went in one ear and out the other. He completely ignored you and took advantage of the situation. Since you were looking at another man, you need to be punished.

Usually, Jimin would force you to give him a blowjob right there on the spot, but this time he wanted more than just a blowjob, so he took you home. You couldn’t even hold your tears in. When Jimin punishes you, he doesn’t hold back. He was pulling you towards the basement and you sat down and started to cry.

“Please! I’m so sorry, I’ll never do it again! It was an accident, I- I didn’t purposely l- look. I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please don’t!”

You were on your knees, begging for mercy. He grabbed your hair and continued to pull you to the basement. Jimin was hard as a rock. He lived to see you in this state. Terrified, powerless, and defenceless.

~ Hours later ~

“Da- daddy, please stop now.” You weakly whisper.

He was on top of you, his hot breath on your neck as he thrusted in and out. His hair was sticking to his forehead due to all the sweat, but he didn’t bother to wipe it off. You were too good for him to stop.

Bite were marks all over you neck and body. Cum leaking out of your sore hole. Both of you were overstimulated and he actually enjoyed being overstimulated — you did not. The tears on your face were proof that you hate overstimulation, but of course, Jimin will never listen to what you want.

He grabbed your neck for the last time and started fucking you harder. He pressed down on your stomach to feel his bulge in you. Cries left your mouth, but again had no effect on Jimin. The pain in your lower abdomen was becoming unbearable.

You started to sob uncontrollably under him, but didn’t utter a word. He came in you one last time and collapsed on top of you.

“Know your place, slut. Those eyes belong to me and if I ever catch them looking at another man again, I won’t hesitate to rip them out if your eye socket.”

Taehyung

━━━━━

“Taehyung! Grey! Stop Taehyung! T-Taehyung! Please, stop!”

You were under your husband, crying because he was fucking you too hard. You said the safe word multiple times and he still ignored you.

“Taehyung!” You screamed, hoping to get his attention, but failed miserably. Your anxiety went through the roof. Taehyung had never hurt you like this before. You knew he was irritated with your “bad behaviour” but never imagined him to hurt you in this way.

Taehyung hasn’t said a word. He was giving you the silent treatment ever since he saw you getting “too friendly” with his friend, Jin. When you arrived back home, Taehyung pulled you to your shared room and immediately started stripping your clothes.

You were fine with it until he began going too hard. You said the safe word, expecting him to stop right away, but he continued which shocked you. You kept saying it over and over, however, Taehyung didn’t stop, in fact he went faster. You were panicking inside because the pain was worsening.

He suddenly pulled out and angrily said, “Hands and knees now!”

“No! I don’t want more! Stop, Taehyung!”

“You’re so fucking annoying. When I tell you to do something, do it!” He grabbed you by your neck and brought your face close to his. He slapped you afterwards then pushed your face into the mattress. He roughly entered you again and didn’t hesitate to pound the absolute shit out of you.

You began to shake under him. Fear was taking over you. You choked on your sobs while listening to the loud skin clapping. You’ve never been so vulnerable in your life. “Let me see that pretty, little face of yours covered in tears.” Taehyung pulled your hair and looked at your face.

“Princess looks so scared. Is my princess scared of me?”

“Taehyung stop! You’re not taking me seriously.”

Taehyung pulled out and slapped you. “What’s my fucking name?”

“Taehyung, I’m seri-”

“WHAT’S MY FUCKING NAME?!” He yelled, slapping you again, but this time a bit harder.

You sobbed hard enough to make your chest hurt. “D-daddy, I’m sorry. Please stop.” You cried.

“Or else what? What will you do to make me stop?”

“I- I d- don’t know”

“Exactly. You’re powerless against me and it will remain like that for the rest of our lives. Don’t you dare test my patience again.”

Jungkook

━━━━━

“C- can you please stop now? I- I can’t- I can’t do it, please.”

“Shut up!”

Jungkook grabbed your throat and squeezed it tightly before going faster. He proceeded to slap you across the face, earning another whimper from you.

He was punishing you because you were talking to his friend, Namjoon who’s really kind to you. You both were having a nice conversation until Jungkook interrupted and started degrading you right in front of him.

You both left the party early because he was angry. In the car, he was spitting the most hurtful words at you. It was enough to make you tear up but you didn’t want to cry in front of him. Once you arrived home, he dragged you to the bedroom and that’s when he started.

That was almost 5 hours ago and he was still going. You were crying so hard under him, apologizing over and over. Your tears were visible on the sheets and pillow case, but he didn’t care.

“Open your mouth.”

You open slightly, afraid of what he’s going to do. Jungkook leans down and spits in your mouth.

“Swallow it.”

You gulp it down and he slows down as a reward. He placed hickeys on your neck and jawline while mumbling, “mine, mine, mine.”

After some minutes, his pace started picking up again. You started to panic. You couldn’t handle it anymore. Your lower body was screaming for help.

“No! No, please! Please stop, I can’t anymore! Please I swear I’ll never-”

“Shut it, I’ve heard enough.” He growled, going hard enough to make you see stars. His final thrust directly hit your g-spot, causing you to shudder at the feeling. You unexpectedly squirted around him and immediately passed out after. Jungkook came in you once again. His cum was running down your thighs because there was so much in you.

Jungkook picked up your unconscious body and took you to the shower, where he continued to fuck you under the water.

[loving-villanelle]

Hmm yeah, I’m wondering why Damon Thomas didn’t come back to direct anymore? I remember at least Jodie speaking very highly of him and I think he directed all the previous finales.

I think this mess of a season and the ruined ending really shows that this system where you change showrunners and writers and directors all the time just doesn’t work. I mean I’m very happy that Sandra and Jodie got to improvise their scenes ‘cos that really saved the whole thing but it really shouldn’t go like that. Actors are there to act and they should be able to trust the writers and directors to do their job properly so that they don’t have to carry the whole show on their shoulders.

Also LN saying she didn’t write anything but the outline for the Villaneve scenes and just let Sandie do their thing is really telling in a way, because hello?? You have Sandra fcking Oh and Jodie fcking Comer with chemistry out of this world, you have characters like Eve and Villanelle… I mean that would be every writer’s wet dream right?? But she didn’t have any idea how to write Villaneve, she didn’t have any interest in that or any understanding of their characters. Why did this kind of person get the responsibility to bring this show to an end is a mystery.

From my understanding, their shooting schedule was different than normal (obviously because we normally didn't get seasons until April and this year it premiered in February) and Damon was on location in the States (?) I believe doing a movie, so was simply unavailable. I think it's kind of crazy that they couldn't have adjusted the filming schedule for something that important, but obviously Jodie and Sandra's availability probably takes precedence and maybe shifting it to work with his schedule just wasn't feasible. Jodie loved Damon and said that he was always pushing her and encouraging her to be fearless and just really push the envelope, so I'm sure she was probably sad that they didn't have the opportunity to work together one last time.

You absolutely cannot change show runners like this. You can't. Because every single one is going to have a different vision for the show and it's hard enough changing visions like that on a seasonal basis, but then when the season is only 8 episodes on top of that? It's an impossible situation. I truly don't understand how anyone thought that was a good idea. I think SWG didn't like where Emerald Fennell took Villaneve, because she went much deeper into the relationship and the characters than we had seen even in s1. s2 was VERY Villaneve centric. So I think SWG needed an excuse as to why she wasn't bringing Emerald back (especially after the critical acclaim and awards that season) and her bullshit excuse of "oh we want to give a bunch of different female writers a chance to run the show" was born. The proof is in the pudding, that shit DOES NOT WORK and frankly never should have happened. It was incredibly unprofessional to do that to your actresses, who have openly spoken about how difficult it was to adjust to new show runners every season and that they had to fight not to lose the essence of their characters.

It's glaringly clear that Laura Neal didn't have a fucking clue how to write Villaneve this season. There is literally no other reason for keeping them apart instead of just letting them start off the season tracking down the Twelve together. She introduced forced, unexplained conflict, gave us a handful of scenes where the dialogue and communication were essentially ZERO. And then we got 4x08, which bless Jodie and Sandra for what they gave us through their improv, but we once again got no meaningful dialogue between them. If I sit back and look at s4, did they have one meaningful conversation?? Maybe the "there's no such thing as fate, then what is this?" exchange. But that was ONE LINE, not conversation. How did they go the entire last SEASON without their central characters having ONE MEANINGFUL CONVERSATION?! I seriously just want to punch a wall because so much was left unsaid and we are just left with that reality

[marmosa]

it takes two.

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: a little 18+ humor at a point, but it’s pretty low-key. 

A/N: this had some anti-olives discourse and i’m not sorry about it olives r fcking nasty. also [y/n]’s smell is daisy love by marc jacobs for reference, it’s a perfume i really like but i was like there is no way anyone knows what a fucking cloudberry is, so next time you’re at sephora or sumthin go get a whiff of it, it’s lovely. anywho hope you guys like it, i had tons of fun writing the banter in this one, hope it turned out as nice as i thought :) p.s i didn’t proof read this so sorry in advance <3

***

[y/n] hated potions. She hated it more than anything else on this planet and that was saying something considering olives were literally out there existing. Potions shouldn’t have been such a hard class for her, not when she had no problem in her other classes, and certainly not when all it included was following a damned recipe.

Which explained why she wanted to drive a dagger through her skull when Professor Snape announced they’d be spending the next few days preparing to brew amortentia. Not only was the romantic part of it so nerve wracking it made the entire class nauseous, but the prospect of messing it up and not smelling anything at all was even worse (for those who cared, at least).

“You’re dismissed. Make sure to study up on the potion before hand or you’ll sorely regret it,” Snape called out to the class in that tone of his voice that sounded like rancid milk. Was it mentioned that [y/n] also hated Snape? Yeah that too.

As [y/n] packed up her things, she felt a tap on her shoulder, “Speak of the devil.”

“I’m not the devil, I know you lot think ginger’s are evil, but I can assure you I am no devil,” Fred shook his head displeasingly, crossing his arms and leaning back against her desk, “Also, what a way to great someone, sheesh woman, you’d think you’d be more excited to see me.”

“Okay, firstly, there was no need for that whole spiel,” [y/n] held her hands up defensively, “Secondly, I only said that because I was just thinking about you before you arrived.”

Fred rolled his eyes at her back-tracking, but smiled smugly none-the-less, “Aww you were thinking of me? Nothing too naughty I hope,” he winked.

[y/n] flipped her bag shut and looked up at him with a deadpan expression, reaching up and punching his shoulder, “you wish, Weasley. The only naughty thing I’d be caught doing with you is tying you up to turn you in to the police.”

“Tying me up? Didn’t take you as the type for that sort of thing,” Fred grinned, biting back another remark as he watched her groan in annoyance but refuse to make eye contact with him, “but honestly, what were you thinking about?”

“Well,” [y/n] began, pulling at his sleeve to get him to follow her out of class, “You know we have this amortentia potion coming up and I’m doing shit in this class, but I was thinking you could help me study since you have a track record of being good in this class?”

“Hmm,” Fred pondered the offer, shrugging, “what’s in it for me?”

“You get to spend time with me?” [y/n] smiled sweetly, batting her eyelashes dramatically to emphasize the effect.

“That’s a shit deal,” Fred chuckled, raising his brows with a small grin at [y/n]’s frown.

“Yeah, it is,” [y/n] sighed, an idea popping into her head, “but if I brewed it successfully you’d get to find out who I fancy, I know you’ve been poking around there because you’re an nosy git who won’t leave me alone about it.”

Fred scoffed in mock offense, tilting his head to the side, “Rude, but not false. Y’know, that does spice up the offer, but what’s stopping me from just finding out by having you smell someone else’s brew? And who’s to say I’m gonna know who smells like that anyway?”

“You’re so difficult,” [y/n] groaned, sinking her shoulders, “you know what, just forget it. I’ll go bother George or something, y’know the better twin.”

Fred’s smile fell as he screwed his features together, ”Excuse me? You’ve got some nerve you little-,”

“I don’t-woah!” [y/n] yelped as Fred tackled her to the side of the empty hall, trapping her against the wall, his hand planted to the side of her head and his other arm situated above her head.

“Take it back,” Fred demanded, giving her a once over, amused at the way she silently reeled over the position she’d just been put into.

“And why should I?” [y/n] snapped back, staring right back at him as soon as she’d gotten her bearings.

“Take it back,” Fred repeated simply, his voice low as he tried to coax his desired response out of her.

“Again, why should I?” [y/n] hummed, relaxing against the wall and looking at him with a sly smile.

Fred rolled his eyes and straightened himself back up, pushing his hair out of his face with one hand, “you’re no fun, you know exactly why.”

“No I don’t,” [y/n] continued, chimed in amusement, “do you think George isn’t as good as you?”

“Now don’t you go putting words in my mouth,” Fred snipped, “you know just as well as I do that’s not true.”

“I don’t know, maybe it is, maybe it isn’t,” [y/n] shrugged, biting back a laugh at Fred’s less than amused expression, “I’ll cut you a deal. You help me with potions and I don’t tell George your dirty little secret.”

“That’s not-,” Fred groaned, his argumentative spirit draining out of his body as his will to spend time with her won out, “Fine. But if you ever tell a lie like that to George, I’ll feel no remorse telling everyone and their mother that you like being tied up for fun.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” [y/n] hissed, narrowing her eyes at him.

“What? It’s not like it’s true,” Fred teased, his smirk falling when she remained silent, “No way, [y/n] that’s got to be a lie.”

“So what if it isn’t? You’ll never know,” [y/n] giggled, biting back a smile.

“Now wait a minute-,” Fred began, startled at this random piece of questionable information, but was cut off as they arrived at [y/n]’s class.

“It was lovely chatting with you, but I will have to see you later,” [y/n] hummed playfully, giving him a quick hug before darting into her classroom leaving a shocked Fred to himself, “bye Freddie!”

***

“Do you think Fred likes me?” [y/n] rolled onto her stomach and looked over at her friend expectantly, bumping her ankles together to distract her from the rapid beating of her heart.

Nadya tossed her books to the side and slid her legs off the side of her bed, leaning forward to try and be level with [y/n], “Are you really asking me that right now?”

“What!” [y/n] scoffed, pouting, “it’s an honest question!”

“Of all things holy,” Nadya groaned, burying her face in her hands, “Of course he likes you? You really asked him to be your homework helper and he said yes. Who in their right mind willingly studies for potions?”

[y/n] chewed on the inside of her cheek, nodding along, “You are absolutely correct. But like, if he doesn’t, isn’t it going to backfire on me when he realizes I smell him in the amortentia potion?”

“Bold of you to assume that any man knows what he smells like,” Nadya chuckled, “Remember in grade school when the boys would wear that atrocious body spray? It was ghastly.”

“Again, you’re absolutely correct. But Fred has like a distinct smell, it’s like camp fires, caramel, and fire-whiskey,” [y/n] sighed, letting herself bask in the though of how lovely he was, “it’s wonderful.”

“Kinda creepy that you know how specific it is,” Nadya pursed her lips and titled her head to the side to avoid [y/n]’s flat glare.

“Oh yeah because yesterday you totally weren’t telling me about Sam’s ‘absolutely magical eyes’, your words not mine,” [y/n] hummed, a smug smile drawing itself across her lips.

“You’re a twat,” Nadya snapped back, rolling her eyes, “back to you, aren’t you suppose to meet him in the library in like 5 minutes?”

[y/n] glanced over at the clock on her nightstand and nearly feel onto the floor running to get her stuff, “Shit! Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“Because you were too busy talking about what Fred smelled like,” Nadya deadpanned, taking her turn to smile smugly.

“I would wipe that stupid look off your face if I wasn’t running late,” [y/n] narrowed her eyes teasingly, grabbing her textbooks, “see you at dinner?”

“See you at dinner,” Nadya affirmed, waving goodbye.

***

“Took you long enough,” Fred lulled, leaning back in his seat.

“I’m surprised you were here on time, especially for something as boring as homework,” [y/n] replied, setting all her stuff down and sliding into the seat across from him.

Fred looked at her dumbly, wanting to snap back but not knowing how to without admitting he was just excited to see her, “Shut up. Correct me if I’m wrong, but you were the one who asked for my help?”

[y/n] leaned her cheek onto her balled up fist and exhaled deeply, “Touché. You’re a handful Weasley.”

“You love it though,” He hummed, wiggling his eyebrows.

“That I do,” [y/n] chuckled, kicking his ankles playfully under the table.

“Well, if you need my help it’s counter productive to do it across from me isn’t it? You don’t want to be swinging a book around over and over again,” Fred mentioned while flipping through his own textbook to find the lesson.

“That’s a good point,” [y/n] shrugged, pushing all her stuff to the other side of the table and switching her seat, glancing over at his book to note the page number, “Y’know, I actually really appreciate you helping me out.”

“Hey, it’s no problem, volunteer work is important after all,” Fred teased, quickly back-tracking when she stared back at him blankly, “Kidding! You know I’ll always make time for you,” he mumbled, reaching over and squeezing her shoulder reassuringly.

[y/n] rolled her eyes and pretended to fish around her bag so he wouldn’t notice the embarrassed look on her face, “Thanks. Same for you.”

Fred chuckled softly, leaning his cheek onto his fist to watch her silently, admiring the way she looked out of uniform in her favorite sweater and pair of jeans. She practically glowed in the low light of the library, her hands constantly pushing a fly away of hair out of her face, her face screwing up in an adorable sort of annoyance. He was smitten, no doubt about it, and honestly- he was okay with that.

“What’re you looking at?” [y/n] muttered, catching his unwavering stare.

“Nothing, you’ve just got an eyelash on your face,” Fred played it off nonchalantly, reaching forward and brushing off the imaginary eyelash.

[y/n] tried her absolute best not to combust right then and there, thanking him quietly before redirecting his attention to the work, “So, what do you say we start here? The measurements are rather odd, wouldn’t you say?”

Fred bit back a smile and nodded, amused at the loss of her fiery attitude, his heart thumping loudly against his chest.

“Yeah, they are.”

***

“Fuck!”

Nadya glanced up from the journal sitting in her lap, the pair of eyes she was sketching seemingly following along with her as she located [y/n] standing in front of the mirror, looking ready to fall apart.

“What’s all this about then?” Nadya inquired, cocking her head to the side.

“We’re making the potions today and it didn’t seem like a big deal two days ago but the anxiety has finally caught up to me and I feel truly sick,” [y/n] shuddered, jumping up and down in place to try and shake out her prickling nerves.

“I know you’re worried, but what are the chances of anyone knowing what that smell is? By the way you described it, it’s so painfully specific that only someone who’s known him for ages would know,” Nadya reassured her panicking friend, smiling softly.

“I know, but what if-,”

“If you keep talking yourself into believing it you’re gonna be miserable. Just breath, go do your best, and have fun. Nothing will go wrong,” Nadya explained calmly, knowing just how much of a busy-brain [y/n] could get.

“Ah, you’re right, I’m only gonna make myself feel worse. I’ll stop, thanks Nadya,” [y/n] padded over and gave her a quick hug, “see you at lunch?”

“See you at lunch,” Nadya nodded, waving her goodbye.

***

“You’ve all finished brewing your amortentia I presume,” Snape spoke in that nasally tone of his, glowering at the class.

The class replied with a cacophony of “yes’s”, the anxiety of each person literally rolling off the walls in waves. People who had a fancy in that class practically had a neon sign above their heads that said so, while those who didn’t sat back and relaxed in peace as they pondered their grade.

[y/n] glanced over at Fred who caught her gaze, passing her an enthusiastic thumbs up, which she returned happily despite the knots forming in her stomach.

“Well then, if you’re done, get into your groups and test it out. Remember if you smell nothing that it doesn’t mean you failed the potion, you must reference the check list of properties before coming to a conclusion,” Snape explained, folding his hands behind his back, “is that clear?”

The class responded with “yes’s” once more and in an instant the room was bustling as the groups got to smelling their potions to test out the initial effects. [y/n]’s group agreed that they’d go clock-wise, leaving her last to test out the potion.

“It smells like honey, baked goods, and lavender,” Charlie spoke up, his cheeks tinging red as he probably registered quite who the scent was probably related to.  

“That’s a lovely combination,” Dina nodded, leaning forward and taking a whiff of their own brew, “truly I can’t smell much but there is a faint note of citrus,” they shrugged.

[y/n] and Timothy exchanged knowing glances, a fancy probably developing in Dina’s life that they hadn’t quite registered yet.

“My turn,” Timothy exhaled, nodding stiffly as if to reassure himself as he smelled the potion. His eyes nearly popped out his head as he took a step back fanning his face slightly, “that has got to be the strongest smell of herbs I’ve ever smelled- he’s probably been spending extra time in the Green Room, that twat.”

The group broke into laughter as he gracefully excused himself to go stand outside to let the smell filter out of his nose. As soon as he’d left, the group look at [y/n] expectantly, all excited to hear what she smelled.

[y/n] swallowed thickly and leaned over her pot, her nerves finally spiking as she took a whiff of the brew. Her heart nearly stopped in her chest when she finally registered the smell, her face growing hot, as an embarrassed expression pulled itself onto her features- of course it was him.

“So, what did you smell?” Dina chirped enthusiastically, leaning against the table.

“Yeah [y/n], what did you smell?”

[y/n] felt her heart drop to her feet, her eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets and into the pot in front of her. Of course he was going to ask.

“You did promise you’d tell me,” Fred smirked, leaning against the table, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“That I did,” [y/n] chuckled awkwardly.

“I’ll cut you a deal this time. You tell me what you smelled and I’ll tell you what I did,” Fred offered, raising his brows to emphasize his tantalizing offer.

“Deal,” [y/n] nodded, rolling her shoulder a few times, “I smelled a camp fire, caramel, and fire whiskey.”

Charlie and Dina exchanged wide eyed glances, quietly agreeing that the smell was certainly unique and equally lovely before excusing themselves to go get a final grade from Snape.

“What a unique smell,” Fred hummed, eyeing her groupmates oddly “Guess I have to hold up my end of the bargain then. I couldn’t really tell you the specifics, but definitely berries, daisies, and driftwood.”

“That’s even more unique than mine, whoever you smelled sure does have a refined palette,” [y/n] giggled, calming down as she realized Fred had no clue who she was talking about with her own smell.

“She sure does. I think it’s her perfume or something, she wears it everyday so I recognized it almost immediately,” Fred chuckled, shrugging, “But fire whiskey, I truly wonder who that could be, you wouldn’t happen to be willing to tell me? Would you?” he bat his eyelashes innocently.

“In your dreams Weasley,” [y/n] huffed, shoving him playfully.

“Ouch, tough crowd,” Fred pouted, turning so his elbows were leaned onto the table behind him.

“You know I’m only keeping it from you for my own sanity,” [y/n] chuckled, reaching over and shaking his shoulder softly.

Fred chewed his bottom lip between his teeth, glancing in the opposite direction from her, his mind clouded with doubt, wondering who this mystery person could possibly be- praying to everything holy that there was even a possibility of it being him.

Unbeknownst to him,  [y/n]’s internal dialogue was practically doing the same thing trying desperately to put a person to the smell he describe but coming up empty, her heart sinking slightly while she admonished herself for getting her hopes up too fast.    

“Well, you know I’m not gonna give up until I find out. I’ll sniff everyone in our year if it means getting my answer,” Fred teased, winking at her.

“That’s so creepy, you’ll be lucky if you can even get close enough to smell your own brother,” [y/n] laughed, letting her head roll forward slightly.

“Whatever you say,” Fred hummed, shimmying his shoulders to a silent tune, “better go get that grade of yours then, we didn’t do all that studying for nothing.”

“We might’ve since you couldn’t tell who I smelled,” [y/n] bit back a laugh when Fred glared back at her.

“You’re a twat.”

“I know.”

***

“Nadya! My dearest darling companion to ever to walk this planet, do you happen to know anyone who smells like caramel and fire whiskey?” Fred asked, throwing his arms around the two girls.

Nadya nearly spilled her drink at Fred’s sudden appearance, which didn’t particularly go down well with her, “Fred if you scare us like that again I’m going to hex you so severely you’ll be stuck in the infirmary trying to figure out how to get your wand out of your arse.”

Fred’s face drained of all it’s color (if that was even possible, being as pale as he already was), “Sorry Nadya, my bad.”

[y/n] stifled a laugh, continuing to munch on her piece of chicken, ignoring Nadya’s side eye that practically screamed “handle your own boyfriend”.

“But back to your question, I can’t say that I do, who do you have in mind so far?” Nadya humored him, trying her best to give leeway to both her best friend and her best friend’s crush.

“Well, as [y/n] so wisely said, it’s too creepy to go around and sniff people, so I’m just going off of hunches. Oliver seems like a likely candidate and so does Casper, but I’m still not sure,” Fred sighed, obviously already impatient in his search.

Nadya glanced over at [y/n] who was all to comfortable pretending she wasn’t a part of the conversation, happily sipping at her cider.

“I’m not gonna say anything, you can search for as long as you’d like, I’m not budging,” [y/n] shook her head, smiling all too amused, patting Fred’s head patronizingly.  

“You’re no fun,” Fred pouted, huffing and standing back straight, dusting off the invisible dust on his robes, “Well since I’m not gonna get an answer out of either you, I’ll take my search elsewhere, see you around.”

“Bye Freddie,” [y/n] chirped, waving goodbye to him, “So you were right.”

Nadya broke into laughter, elbowing [y/n] playfully, “I told you! You got so worked up and he hasn’t even gotten close to an answer.”

“Casper, he really thinks I’d like Casper? He’s lovely and all but imagine having to sit through him telling you about how handsome he is? That sounds absolutely awful,” [y/n] shook her head, giggling at the thought.

“I truly think he’s just lying to himself at this point, there’s no way he’d be that dumb,” Nadya claimed, refiling her cup.

“I think so too, you know Fred though, he love’s a good challenge,” [y/n] shrugged, taking another bite of her chicken, “well have to see.”

***

“Okay, I think I’ve figured it out!”

[y/n] groaned and pressed her palms into her eyes, sinking as far as she could into the couch that she thought was tucked at the very back corner of the library, “please, it’s been nearly two days! You haven’t given it up yet?”

“Not at all, it’s fun, irritating, but fun,” Fred beamed, skipping over and plopping down next to her on the couch, “See I think I’ve narrowed the search down to these three guys.”

[y/n] glanced down at the small sheet of paper he held out to her and then back at him, a tired sag in her eyes as she felt guilt start to push against her chest. Maybe she was in the wrong for letting him run around and play a fruitless guessing game that she knew he would probably never get the answer to.

“I’m thinking if you give me another clue, I could zero it down to-,”

“It’s not them Fred.”

Fred fell quiet as [y/n] pushed his hand down, taking the paper and tossing it on the small table to her side, pushing his fingers into a small fist that she held gingerly, “It’s not anyone you’ve guessed.”

[y/n] sighed and swallowed her nerves, deciding it was now or never, that if she didn’t say something now she would be tormented by regret and Fred’s relentless guesses for the rest of her life.

“It’s no one you know because,” [y/n] looked away, literally incapable of meeting the wide inviting look he was giving her right then, “it’s you Fred. I like you.”

When she was met with silence, the rock finally started to settle at the pit of her stomach, her brows knitting together as she bit back her bubbling emotions. She tried to pull her hand back but had it quickly snatched back by Fred who had threaded their fingers together.

“I knew it,” He grinned, cupping her face with one hand and pulling her to him, his lips pressing against hers extremely gentle for how abrupt the kiss had been.

[y/n]’s eyes went wide before sinking shut, her free hand wrapping around the back of his neck and pulling him impossibly closer. They sat like that for a while, the quite chatter of the other students background noise to the gentle kisses they passed between one another, the pent up impatience and nervousness draining out of them with each and every kiss.

The two of them finally pulled away, a red hue fanned over Fred’s face, his freckles even more noticeable now that she was up this close.

“Shit, I didn’t ask permission to kiss you, did I?” Fred mumbled bumping his forehead against hers, squeezing their still intertwined hands.

“It’s okay, at least I kissed back, yeah?” [y/n] whispered, thumbing over the small scar on his cheek, probably from a quidditch match.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll be better about it though,” Fred promised, tilting his head to the side to press a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Me too,” [y/n] smiled, adoration practically rolling off of her in waves, “wait- what did you mean you knew it?”

Fred pulled back and sat up straight, his lips pressed together so tightly he was practically forcing all the blood out of them, “Well, I kind of already knew from the time your tablemates sort of left us alone in potions. I just wanted to hear you admit it.”

[y/n] felt her face fall, her mouth getting stuck open in an o shape, as she stared at him dumbly, “you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Unfortunately no,” Fred giggled, placing both of his hands on the sides of her face, “don’t be mad at me?”

“I’m not mad, just disappointed in myself, that shit’s embarrassing for me!” [y/n] groaned, placing her hands on top of his.

“Well it all worked out in the end didn’t it?” Fred chimed, his lips stretching out into a grin.

“I suppose it did,” [y/n] hummed thoughtfully.

“Now the real question is how you didn’t know what your own perfume smelled like,” Fred quipped, immediately bouncing back to teasing her.

“Oh for god’s sake, do I look like I research perfume scents in my free time?” [y/n] scoffed.

“A little bit,” Fred muttered.

“You know what never mind, don’t you ever try to kiss me again,” [y/n] shoved him off her playfully, scooting all the way to the opposite end of the couch.

“Now don’t be like that,” Fred groaned, crawling over to her.

“Nuh uh, nope,” [y/n] shook her head, sticking out her legs in a feeble attempt to stop his advance.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, too late, come here.”

“I said no- fine! Fine, goodness gracious.”  

“Mhm, that’s what I thought, now give me another kiss before you have to go back to doing boring homework.”

“Fine.”  

[yourfavouritetragedy]

okay i’ve made posts about this before but something still is so weird to me about how people (excluding introjects, and IDK kinning so not getting into that, but would like to say I’ve seen anti-factkin people do this) use CC’s names as their own.

And when I say CCs I mean Wilbur. I’ve only seen it happen with Wilbur. And I think it’s really weird that people that are anti-factkin and pro-following boundaries would use his unique name made up for his internet persona as their own personal name.

Like, that’s weird, right? Because it literally cannot be the same as going “I really like the name Tommy, hey, Tommyinnit’s a cool guy I like, that’s a cute reference that makes me want to pick the name Tommy more.” Using the same example, going by Wilbur can ONLY be “OMG I LOVE Tommyinnit he’s my favorite CC I really want to be just like him I’m going to name myself Tommy just like Tommyinnit” because it’s not a generic name; it’s a name unique to him. Like, I’m not weird for finding that weird, right? I mean, that’s a very high level of investment paired with a very low level of self awareness (toxic parasociality??).

Like. I’m fcking parasocial about Wilbur Soot. I’ll openly admit that. I think he’s a cool guy in the way that I want to be like him. However, I’m VERY aware that I am but a number to him and that there are thousands of people that feel the exact same way as me. It’s not like my internet handles are original — my main is a direct reference to My Chemical Romance, though I suppose a band is slightly different than a person — but when it comes down it, imaging myself with a [xx]Soot username (much less going by “wilbur” but that gets into funky gender and name stuff for me) is just. Weird. It seems immature to me. In need to taking a step back and being my own person.

I guess that’s it, at the end of the day. I don’t know the ages of any of these people, but most of them are probably younger and just caught up in the idol complexes that youths have, misguided interpretations of admiration: I thought I wanted to marry an older kid I admired, you want to be the adult that you admire. It’s going “I can relate to him in some ways and want to be like him in others. Clearly the best expression of this is using his objectively nice name.”

I still find it fcking weird though. Especially people who are against even c!shipping. Like, you do realize that this could be uncomfortable to him too? Maybe you could make the argument that since it’s his internet name he probably doesn’t feel too connected to it? That just seems to be further proof of over-investment in something not real to me (and, y’know. assuming boundaries). Just because it hasn’t been brought up doesn’t mean it’s not a possibility. If I were a CC, I would absolutely be uncomfortable with people naming themselves after me (rather than as a reference to me, re: the Tommy example. a reference is about the user, not the referenced. invented names can’t be merely referenced because they’re unique creations with no other context). I know this isn’t universally true: Taesung Tao constantly tells people to name themselves Tae. But doing it without encouragement or even confirmation that it’s okay seem really weird to me.