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ivanzplaid · 1 year

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Soo in light of the new terrifier movie that just came out this month, can I request an Art the Clown x serial killer male reader who has some kind of bdsm kink? I was thinking something along the lines of Art and the reader end up catching each other killing and are covered in blood and kind of have this moment of "oh my god, let's fuck right now" and the reader gets completely railed. I have been looking everywhere for some Art x male reader and haven't been able to find anything so this would be amazing-

Happy Halloween 👋

oh my god yes yes yes, first of all i completely agree there are NO male readers for art which is awful, and id be more than happy to do this because i also am fully into the idea <3 youve just killed someone in a back alley and you get thr overwhelming feeling that someones watching you, and turning your head you see art, standing at thr entrance ( and exit ), admiring what youve done. he walks towards you slowly with a small smile, waving his fingers and eyebrows going up and down, and before you know it hes standing right infront of you, looking iver your body as youre just dumbfounded at the clown seducing you🫶 also!! happy halloween!

requests are open, masterlist is up!!

this is longer than i expected😭 i did not think i loved art that much but ig i do, so please request more of him if you like this!! not proofread, spelling errors are my bad but its halloween, also i wrote this in about 8 seperate parts so i am so sorry if it had a bad flow, i was jus on a roll LMFAO

Art the Clown x M! Serial Killer! Reader + BDSM | Avert Your Eyes to Me | NSFW

Warnings: NSFW, BDSM, Praise-ish, Violence/Murder Description, Language, Knife play, Fluff/Obsession at the end

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The chilling feeling of the wind that brushed against you didn't bring you down from the high that drugged you, your body jittered in place as your gaze fixated on the body of a stranger, laid silently, informally, in the quiet part of a back alleyway. Your breathing was calming down after the trouble you went through to just kill them, after they tackled you & punched, you watched them as their life was staked out, being dragged harshly from your switchblade, which was now tucked neatly between your waistband, peaking out slightly and revealing your skin.

If your gaze became heavier, you felt like you'd close your eyes. The body was magnetic, tonight was the first time you had time to just sit and look st your work, as you referred to it. Like an artist to their canvas, or a writer to their book, you were fixated on the corpse that sat there, it's not your fault that death was beauty.

A sigh came out as you lifted your wrist to check the time, it was 9:07, the sun set hours ago, and you had no plans. How eventful. You knew rigor mortis would set in, in roughly an hour or so from know, and it was a pain in the ass last time you waited that long. So with that, you bent down to gather the body up easily, and heave it elsewhere, so it wouldn't be the publics eyesore.

Tap. Tap. Tap

A trance became broken when you heard purposeful taps, and with your body hunched over carrying a body, you shot your head to the perpetrator. Unfortunately, no one was there, the streetlight was the only thing lit, and it revealed it was just you. Alone.

An uncomfortable feeling in your throat came up, and so your movements were rushed, trying to pull the body in its contorted figure closer to you to-

Tap. Tap. Tap

It's your mind, it's not real. Continue on with your work and dispose of the body before somebody-

Tap. Tap. Tap

With your attitude irritated, and your time being crunched from paranoia, you looked up.

"What the fuck is that noise.."

To your deepest displeasure, your eyes met with someone with time, somebody who stood no less than 8 feet from you, watching you quietly. Your body froze, everything was tight, as if you were being electrocuted.

Your eyes, even if stuck in place, drew in the sight. The person, rather dressed as a clown, mimicked your body, its- or rather his, head was tilted, and a small face was looking at you, a face you'd see in a Tom and Jerry cartoon, an over-exaggerated, shocked face.

The two of you stood silently, the silence being your cushion, because if he didn't talk, it wouldn't bring attention.

The look he had on was black and white, dressed almost as a terrifying mime, and to add to it, there was also blood splatter on him, from head to toe.

Your body was still holding onto your victim, hunched over in a pathetic attempt to seal what you've done. Yet, the clown stood there, staring at you, looking you into the eyes. There was no interest of what you've done.

You wanted to move, or speak, but it was as if all senses and abilities left you, everywhere was tense, and the weight of your body was holding you down, no attempt to move was successful. Somehow, it also seemed like this transferred to your eyes. While the clown stared you down, like a superior looking over the weak, you, timidly, peered back at him. The man was hypnotic, having you in a trance to keep your eyes on him. So even when the sound of footsteps became more apparent, the sight of the clown becoming even closer, you could only admire.

Eventually, he stood right before you. His head tilted down, leaving you transfixed on his face. The teeth in particular left you captivated. The shining white from them contrasted beautifully with the red that splattered on his cheek. It was intimidating, and inviting.

"What do you want, why are you here?"

A silky feeling came to your chin, and before your mouth could open to speak, a thumb pressed over your lips, while a finger kept your head tilted up. The clowns face configured a smile, slowly shaking its head while his fingers made circles on your lips.

You could've moved away, or stood up to escape. You could step away and make your way to your neighborhood, to your house, but the opposite happened. You sat there compliantly, eyes wide, and becoming more and more aroused, breathing getting heavier. He saw this as well.

While one hand occupied your face, another came down gently, grasping your shoulder before pushing you firmly to your knees, which buckled easily. A slight huff of air left you, and what replaced it was his thumb, sliding into your mouth and familiarizing itself.

Everything about your body felt warm now, the events making your dick twitch from under your pants. The thumb inside your mouth traveled further to the back of your mouth, following on your tongue.

The hold on your shoulder made its way up, stroking your neck, then stopping at the back of your head, taking a chunk of your hair with it, then pulling you closer to his waist. Your eyes broke contact first, peering to the bulge that stood out from the thin costume, then looking back up, just to see the clown nodding, thin eyebrows raised, amused.

You took the initiative that it mean to undo the costume, so your hands lifted to find a zipper, or anything to open to it. Quickly enough you found the zipper and began undoing it, before tugging at the boxers that stood between it. Your fingers felt cold against the pale skin that was revealed, and your ears picked up on the laughter the clown emitted, taunting you from your eagerness. When your eyes peered back up, the thumb in your mouth made you open wider, then putting the tip on your tongue, using his hand with your hair to guide you forward into taking it, your saliva acting as lubricant.

Even with the tight grip on the back of your hair, you became harder, whining from the sensation that went to your mouth. He made you keep eye contact, even when the pace quickened, and you could feel it hitting the back of your throat, with tears stinging your eyes, he wanted to see all of you below him.

Eyes-watering & a softened gaze seemed to make the clown before you more turned on, choking and gagging only made the pace quicker, his fingers massaging the back of your head as he pushed your face in, to his pelvis, then back to the tip. At one point, he left your head to furthest point on his dick, feeling your tongue and your mouth, forcing your head to stay still and face fuck him before pulling out of your mouth and cumming on your face, chest slightly heaving from the way drool was left on the side of your mouth, and the way his cum was spread across your pretty little face. Wiping some of it off with his thumb, he maneuvered it into your mouth, swirling it around your tongue so he could smile at you tasting him.

Moments of recovery had passed quickly for the clown, who soon became just as active as before. A hand reached towards the neck of your shirt, and grabbed a fist of it, using it as a leash to drag you down with him, leading you to his lap on the ground. A dim streetlight was lit 30 feet away, there was just enough light for you two to see eachother, but the man had no trouble finding the seams of your pants to guide down slowly, examining how your hips moved, and how much control he had over your pleasure.

He'd dictate when and what you experienced, because as soon as his fingers found the switchblade that you'd carelessly left in your pocket, his eyes went wide with discovery, yet his smile suggested he had other ideas besides wonder in mind. Fully taking your pants off, and throwing them aside,, he left your briefs on, and put a singular hand cupping your dick, which left a tent for his eyes only. With his other, now free hand, he let the blade rush out, and held it to your chest, then moving his hand to his own lips in a hushed manner. He wanted you to play a game with him, stay silent for him, like his good boy, with the imminent threat of your own knife, now being used against you.

Without warning, he began to rub his hands over your cock, eyeing the precum that was staining your underwear and giggling to himself. His hands would stroke you from over your boxers, watching you struggle to calm yourself with suppressed moans and whines, bucking yourself into his hand to get an ounce of pleasure. He knew you couldn't cum from this, but his amusement left you needy, and he wanted to have more fun.

The blade that was left idly against your throat had slight pressure to it when your groan slipped out, but you saw that his dick was standing up from the show you put on.

Soon enough, his fingers slid under the waistband and slide it down, and using the blade for better access, he cut the underwear so you wouldn't have to move off his lap. You now sat, exposed, on him. Your attempt to discreetly cover yourself was shot down as soon as one hand wrapped around your dick, staying still, with pre-cum drenching his hand. Slowly, he began to move his fingers up and down, spitting once onto it to have more lube before locking eye contact again.

He liked nothing more than seeing your body, even when being stroked, and pleasured, shrinking down from his confidence. He wants you to know that he has the control, he will abuse his powers as much, or as little, as he pleases. With this knowledge, he speeds up his strokes, leaving extra time to play with the tip, just to see your thighs twitch and body shift. He wont let you get close to cumming, until your on his dick of course. But by then, it'll be overstimulation.

His free hand sat still on your thigh, but he realized he'd still have to prep you for him after all. While his hand worked you teasingly, the other had you open for two finger, soaking them inside your mouth, just so he could spread your ass and slide them in slowly, causing a gasp-moan to leave you. The sensation of your hole being filled for the first time by him left you tight, but the moor and more his fingers began to work in and out of you had you weaker, leaning your head and arms over his neck while he worked you from both sides.

His fingers stretched you out more than you'd been before, he was eager to shove himself inside of you, but he restrained himself when he saw your face, toned red and pathetic from him fucking you with his fingers, and his handjob works.

At one point, you became silent, a small hum of deep breathing and whines, and your body tensed when his fingers scissored you & played your tip, he knew you were about to cum, but he wasn't ready for you to give up yet. In a singular motion, one finger went over the tip of your dick, and he stopped everything else. If he had to physically prevent you from cumming, just so he could let you cum over and over when he fucked you, so be it.

You slightly lifted your head to look at him, but he only shook his head, cupping your cheek.

Cool air made you sink deeper into him, holding onto his shoulders to keep yourself warm and for balance as he held his cock. You could feel his nose find its way to the crevice of your neck, before biting down to leave marks. The air pushed itself out of you when you felt his teeth, softly groaning and holding on tighter to him.

Before you had the chance to move again, when your body was relaxed from the bite, you felt the tip of his dick slide into you, stretching your hole, making sure he gets you all the way down on him, eventually having you sitting on his lap, stroking your face in his own ways of praise.

Your face that was previously stuck to his shoulder, was gracefully lifted off, chin tilted up in a vulnerable manner, avoiding eye contact with the man whos fingers held your chin firmly.

When you felt the movement beneath you, of him fucking you slowly, his dick sliding inside of you, the feeling of tightness before you can adjust to his size, your breathing sputtered. Eye contact felt shameful, you couldn't hide how much you were liking his paced thrusting, but when you felt the pressure being placed onto your neck, squeezing the sides and hitching your breathe, you looked right towards him.

Your eyes were met with a sadistic look, eyes widened with a closed smile, taunting you and how pathetic you looked. His fingers drummed along your neck, and your mind was trying to get through two things at once; his dick, which was now fucking inside of you even harder, having you move up and down to go deeper, and the hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing and softening to put you on edge.

The sounds that were trapped in your throat felt heavy, louder moans trying to escape were stopped by him, but the sound of skin on skin, becoming faster and more apparent made your body twitch, your thighs tensed around the mans waist, and your chest held in its breath to strangle out more pleasure.

For a few moments, it felt like it was just the two of you in the world you occupied. You'd completely lost memory of what lead you to this, the dick that was penetrating you had found your g-spot after a short period of time, and periods of ecstasy flashed your eyes, almost cumming from each hit. You may have been able to last a few more minutes, if you didn't feel a hand slip from your chest, sliding up the base of your cock, teasing you with unfulfilling strokes, before jerking you off as sensually as possible, with your drool falling down to his hand to fuck you with.

It was an overwhelming stimulation from your ass being pounded into, having no mercy to your body, or the aches you'd wake up, and the praise and dedication your cock was getting, being pleasantly stroked and rubbed quickly, satisfying your needs and begs for him.

The warmth in your body began to grow hotter, and when you came, spreading your cum all over his chest, he came in your ass, settling, almost pushing you down to secure your position on him. A sign of property and trust. He came in you, used you, and saw your body at your most vulnerable moments when you were pleading, bouncing on his dick. He thinks it's only fair you'd be his.

As your body sporadically moved, twitching uncontrollably from the overstimulation, he held you, mesmerized by the way your body, face, and voice could sound so perfect. You weren't going to leave him like the others did. After tonight, he'd truly be all you need, he'd make sure of it.

#art the clown #art the clown x reader #art the clown x male reader #art the clown x you #slasher #slasher x reader #reader x slasher #terrifier #terrifier 2 #hallows eve #slasher x you #slasher x male reader

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fangirltothefullest · 1 year

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It's time to fix Logan's Scheduling Problems(TM)

@ironwoman359 had a really good post and it inspired this one because I could not stop breaking down Logan's priorities chart. I have boarded the hyperfixation express and taken it all the way down to the dreaded mathville just to think about graphs and charts. Oh dear. This is so unlike me. But the chart is so funny and they actually took a decent amount of time to think through the amounts of time spent on each task, allowing us to break down the original schedule before it was "fixed" to adjust for Roman.

So buckle up because I have double checked the math but I am very adhd and often quite a bit stupid from stress related brainfog so who fuckin knows if this is accurate.

LET'S GOOOOOOO

This is Logan's original proposed schedule which I borrowed from @ironwoman359's post:

We can see it's a nice chart, lovely and hand made which I greatly enjoy. And luckily we have numbers to work with so we can figure out exactly how much time is alotted to what based on the percentages in a 24 hour day.

And oh guess what! They're ridiculous numbers designed specifiily to allow that 0.5% for Dreams but I'll get to that in a moment.

If you're anything like me, (quite a but math stupid) those percentages don't really give enough info on how long they're actually taking for each just by looking at it. So here's the breakdown in hours because finding out how many hours each thing accounts for should give us an idea of Logan's priorities.

40% - Work (9.6 hours - oof)

33% ‐ Sleep (7.92 hours)

12.5% - Eat (3 hours)

8% - Exercize (1.92 hours)

4% ‐ General Hygene (57.6 minutes)

2% - Dental Hygene (28.8 minutes - mega oof)

0.5% - Dreams (7.2 minutes - fuckin ouch)

As we can see, Logan's chart is heavily skewed to work, sleep and eating. But these numbers are still potentially hard to understand. "Why does it say 57.6 minutes?" You might be asking. So we will round those numbers to a more understandable range because ideally we are trying to add up to 24 hours:

Work: 10

Sleep: 8 hours

Eat: 3 hours

Exercize: 2 hours

Gen. Hygene: 1 hour

Dental Hygene: 30 minutes (seriously, oof)

At this point when we round, that is 24.5 hours which already goes over so we are obligated to round one down instead of up for the sake of the 24 hours- we will round work to 9 hours 30 minutes instead of ten hours and this still leaves no room for dreams or recreation of any kind at all. We can assume this was the ORIGINAL proposed schedule before the changes. That's why he's got such weirdly specific numbers. He's alotted time specifically for dreams by taking minutes from everything except eating and work, leaving only 7-ish minutes.

Which is bullshit so let's break this down in each one to validate each choice's logic:

Work: 9 and a half hours

This is way too much. Therefore, we will snag an hour and put it aside for later and snag that other 30 minutes for breaks.

Conckusion- 8 hours for work and 30 minutes for breaks.

Number of time saved: 1 hour

Sleep: 8 hours

The recommended amount of time, we will not touch this number.

Number of time saved: N/A

Eat: 3 hours

1 hour per meal and since c!Thomas canonically rarely cooks, it is an ample amount of time to heat up something quick and enjoy the meal. We can count this number as untouchable as well.

Number of time saved: N/A

Exercise: 2 hours

This is our second potentially flexible number. It's recommended 30 minutes every day to be healthy, not two full hours so there is a potential hour and a half that could be taken here for something else. This is important.

Number of time saved: 1 hour and 30 minutes

Gen. Hygene: 1 hour

This accounts for shower time and presentability time, IE hair brushing and clothes. This is a decent amount of time and could leave room for flexibility as not everyone needs an hour, however we will leave this time to itself.

Number of time saved: N/A

Dental hygene: 30 minutes

Oh boy what the actual fuck Logan. The American Dental Association says the recommended amount of time for brushing yoir teeth is 2 minutes 2 times a day. That's 4 minutes, not 30. Then it's plus 1 minute for wetting the toothbrush and applying toothpaste, and another 2 minutes of wiggle room for a once a day flossing. Plus another minute or whatever for mouthwash or something else.

Conclusion- We will generously round this number to 10 minutes for dental hygene.

Number of time saved: 20 minutes.

That brings us to a total of 2 hours and 50 minutes for literally everything else and this is a good number. Thats almost 3 hours worth of time we can be slotting to dreams and leisure acrivities and also socializing!

So now we have it folks, we have a better understanding of why the schedule is fucked and how we can fix it to satisfy much more with this improved breakdown:

Work: 8 hours (fixed)

Sleep: 8 hours (fixed)

Breaks: 30 minutes (fixed)

Eating: 3 hours (fixed)

Exercise: 30 minutes (fixed)

General hygene: 1 hour (fixed)

Dental hygene: 10 minutes (fixed)

Dreams: 50 minutes (flexible)

Liesure: 1 hour (flexible)

Social: 1 hour (flexible)

Logan hire me to fix your schedule sir

#sanders sides

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abeautylives · 1 year

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Imperfect Moments - Chapter Five

a/n: Finally, what you’ve all been waiting for. Enjoy 😘

Series Masterlist

pairing: Jakexfemale!reader

word count: almost 6.7k this chapter

series summary: You’re in love with your best friend. His twin brother hates you. Or does he?

warnings: 18+ minors stay far away, a little angsty and sad, language, explicit sexual content, oral (m. and f. receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, a tiny bit of biting but you won’t need to squint

Jake K: I’ll be there in 30

Jake K: Ish. I need to stop somewhere first

Me: Take your time, I’m not going anywhere

You hadn’t sent your address until late the following morning, and he hadn’t pressed you for it. Even after a full twenty-four hours more to settle into the idea, your nerves set in about fifteen minutes after you texted it and told him to be there at 8. You hadn’t chosen 8 for any reason, it just seemed safe. Not so early that you’d be expected to entertain him, or God forbid, feed him. Not so late that it seemed like exactly what it is - a fucking bootycall.

Or so you’d thought.

Jake stood in the hallway outside your door for just over three minutes, taking deep breaths and questioning some of his recent decisions, before he knocked. None of it mattered because when you answered, the air expelled from his lungs and all thoughts vacated his brain.

You didn’t look any different from any other time he’d seen you, really. Except for the timid smile that, for once, could only be for him.

Unsure of exactly what kind of occasion to dress for, you’d taken a less is more approach. The black cami dress could pass for sleepwear, and you hadn’t done much to make it appear as more than that. You hadn’t even bothered to put on shoes.

His eyes raked over you from head to toe and back, you could feel them moving across the bare skin of your shoulders, your arms, your legs that are exposed up to mid-thigh. Your skin is tingling under his observance and you bring a hand across your chest to rub at your other arm. The motion seems to break him out of a trance.

“Hey…” Smooth.

“Hi Jake. Umm, come in I guess?” You step aside to let him walk through the door, into your space. It’s small but you’ve done your best to make it feel like yours. When he stops just past you, he looks over the room as you close the door quietly. “It’s not much, one bedroom so there’s really no grand tour.”

“It’s cute, I like it.”

Josh had said the same thing the first time he’d come over. You shake the memory away.

“Did you bring me a gift?” He turns to you with slight confusion on his face. “The wine?”

He’d totally forgotten he was carrying it, the whole reason he’d had to stop on his way. “Oh, yeah. I couldn’t show up empty handed. Not very gentlemanly, ya know?”

The hand holding the bottle is outstretched to you so you move to take it from him. “I didn’t know you had it in you to be a gentleman,” you joke, but instead of handing the bottle over to you, Jake uses your mutual grip on it to pull your body into his. When his other arm circles your waist, he snatches the wine from you.

With only a few inches between your faces, he breathes out over your lips, “I could take it back.” He turns your body with his and walks you backwards into the kitchen, the lack of square footage working to his advantage. When you hit the counter, he sets the bottle onto it behind you and brings that hand up to your jaw. You’d gripped his biceps as he’d pushed you, and he hasn’t moved to release you so you keep your hold on him as well.

For a lingering moment you just stand there, eyes bouncing around each other’s features, waiting to see what the other will do next. When he doesn’t move in, or away, you figure this is your game and you’re playing by your rules. Your hands glide up his arms and over his shoulders, fingertips sliding up the sides of his neck until they’re sunk into his hair. He still doesn’t make a move.

Leaning in close, your lips touch and when you brush them over his he still doesn’t kiss you.

“I take it back. It seems you are a gentleman.”

Your whisper against his mouth leaves his lips tingling as they curl up into a smirk. He still doesn’t kiss you.

“I can be. I can be whatever you want.”

At that, your lips push forward into his and he finally returns it. Just one kiss before he pulls away.

“Have a drink with me. Just one, before-“

You cut him off with your lips pressed together again, your fingers now gripping the hair at the base of his neck. His hold on you tightens when you tug gently, and he pulls you away from the counter and against his chest. When a small mmph escapes your lips they open to him slightly and instead of deepening the kiss, he hesitates again and breaks it, waiting for the right moment to finally taste you.

Pressing his forehead to yours he breathes out, “Please Y/N, have a drink with me. I’m not here just to get you in bed.”

Pulling your face away, your hands still locked into his hair and his hold still on your jaw, you search his eyes with yours. And find nothing but sincerity there under lowered eyelids.

“You’re not?”

He chuckles at the surprise in your tone. “No. I mean, I want that and if you still want that after… I promise I’ll give you whatever you want. Anything.”

Your hands slip from his hair and he waits for your response, eyes still locked on to yours. You let your head tilt just to the side as you assess him. Who is this and what did he do with Jake?

With a nod, you accept his offer. “Okay, let’s drink then.” Turning out of his hold to find a bottle opener, you tell him where to find wine glasses and he goes to search the cabinet you’ve indicated. Taking a seat at your little pub table, all you can manage to fit in the limited space, you wait as he pours both glasses and settles into the other chair, his body turned to you.

“Cheers?” His glass is held out to you and when you touch yours to it, you return a cheers and watch over the rim of your glass as he takes a heavy sip.

“Are you nervous, Jacob?” You can’t imagine it to be true, but you think back to the party. He’d cornered you with full confidence, but he seemed to change into a different person as soon as you’d broken down. You really don’t know him at all.

“Honestly, a little.” He’s softly laughing it off but you’re intrigued.

“About what? It’s just me.”

That’s exactly it. It’s you, he’s been wanting you from a distance for as long as he’s known you and now that he’s here, he doesn’t know what the next move is. He tells you a version of the truth.

“I’ve imagined some variation of this moment hundreds of times.” He picks up on the surprise in your eyes. “I’ve dreamed about it a few times.” Pausing to consider how much to elaborate on that information, he decides to specify. “In my dreams I’ve already had you under me, screaming my name.”

You cough, choking on the wine you’d been trying to swallow. A pleased smile spreads over his mouth as you cover yours and then wipe it with the back of your hand as you recover.

“Jake you hate me.”

“I’ve never hated you.”

He’s shocked you a few times over the last couple of days, but the look on your face right now is priceless.

“I haven’t hated you at all, this whole time. But you’re his, and I have hated that.” His throat feels dry with his admission and he takes a long drink from his glass while you process it. You stay silent for a moment and he watches the small frown pull the corners of your mouth downward, your eyes dropping to your hands wrapped around your glass on the table.

“But I’m not his. I never was.”

Josh is really the last person he wants to talk about but he thinks that maybe you need to.

“I’m sorry.”

“Funny how you’ve been apologizing for him recently.” It sounds bitter as it leaves your mouth.

“This’ll be the last time. I am sorry he hurt you, that you’ve been hurting for so long. I know you love him.”

Your eyes snap back to his. “Of course I love him, he’s my best friend.” The defense in your voice lets him know that you still think you’ve been hiding your feelings well. He plans to expose the truth before he keeps his initial promise made to you in secret in a dark hallway.

“You’re in love with him, Y/N. You know it, I know it, and even though I’ve watched him pretend it’s not true, I’m pretty sure he knows it.”

You scoff in offense, but he’s not done.

“He loves you too, but not the way you want him to.”

That crack from the night before creeps across his heart further as he watches the hurt cloud your features and your eyes turn glassy. He can see your mind turning, pretty sure you’re considering cursing in his face and kicking him out of your apartment. When you turn your body to face him fully, he thinks you might do just that.

“And what about you, hm? How do you actually feel about me?”

Without having to ponder over it at all, he answers, “I feel like I could treat you better, if you let me.”

The pain that had settled in over Josh starts to mutate, an amorphous mass heavy in your chest, you can feel it change into something lighter as it melts and starts to flow through your veins. Jake watches as it alters your expression. When you blink, a single tear spills over and he feels that crack nearly split his heart in half, but it threatens to burst when you speak.

“Please.” It’s so quiet that it hardly breaks through the silence of the room.

He’s on his feet and pulling you out of your chair before you’re even sure that he’s heard you. Once you’re pressed into his body, his arms are wrapped around you exactly as they had been in the front hallway of his house, hands running over your hair and back. This time though, they’re touching your bare skin exposed at the top of your dress and you let out a whimper at the sensation as your own find his chest.

Into your hair, against the shell of your ear he murmurs, “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop. Tell me to keep going and I will. You want this?” He uses his hands to guide your face back to his, to see your eyes when you say it.

“Please.” It’s all he needs to hear and his lips are on yours, pressed firmly against them and this time when they open on a gasp, he doesn’t hesitate. The tip of his tongue slips over your bottom lip before going further, and you meet it with your own. As soon as they touch he lets a groan rumble through his chest and out into your mouth. You accept it greedily as your fingers roam over his chest and down his stomach where they find the only two buttons he ever bothers to fasten. Blindly you’re working to undo them, and once they’re free you’re pushing the fabric off of his shoulders. He doesn’t break the kiss as he shrugs out of it and tosses it aside. His hands come back to rest on either side of your waist before running down the thin material of your dress and settling on your hips. You let yours travel slowly up the curves and ridges of his torso before splaying them out just below his collar bones.

His lips begin to explore, pressing a kiss to your cheek, your jaw, before landing at your neck just below your ear. The whine that crawls from your throat has his fingers digging into you and bunching your dress into his fists, his teeth dragging over the same spot before he soothes it with another kiss.

“Jake…” His name rolls off your tongue coated in a sensuality that feels foreign, as if your own mouth knows that it’s doing something it shouldn’t.

Face still tucked into your neck, he hums into your skin rather than forming words.

“More.”

Before it’s occurred to either of you what you’re asking for more of, your feet are off the floor, arms flying around his neck as he lifts you with a grip on the back of each thigh. You don’t even get them wrapped around his waist before you’re deposited onto the kitchen counter you’d been pressed against not all that long ago. The cold surface makes you flinch as it hits the uncovered skin of your backside, but warm palms are sliding along your thighs and rough fingers creeping up under the hemline of your skirt.

His eyes are following the trail his hands are blazing until they disappear under the fabric. When he lifts them to yours, there’s lust distending his pupils, the black nearly overtaking his honeyed irises.

“More?” You almost don’t recognize the voice that comes out of him. You’ve actually heard him speak so few times, more in the last forty-eight hours than in the last year and a half, but you’ve never had the pleasure of hearing this. It dazes you, all you can do is nod. He nods in return before pushing his palms farther up your legs and as his fingertips reach the junctions where thigh meets hip, his eyebrows shoot skyward.

You merely raise one in response as you let a brazen smirk take shape.

“Are you fucking naked under this?”

The wonder in his tone makes you laugh. “Aren’t we all naked under our clothes?”

He’s looking at you as if he’s seeing you for the first time, like he’s never known you at all before this moment. You figure he really hasn’t.

Dropping his eyes again, he shifts his hands so that the hem lifts and bunches further, more of your skin displaying for him.

“Can I look at you?” It’s a bold question, but his fingers are already playing over sensitive skin, so close to what he wants to see. “Please?”

There’s no way you’d deny him. Rather than answer, you tug the hem a little higher with your own fingers, his eyes glued to your movements. Slowly, savoring the attention and the way his breathing has picked up, you inch the fabric closer to your core until just one last tug would expose your cunt to him. His eyes dart up to yours but when he sees you’re watching and waiting for his reaction, he drops them again.

When you pull the fabric up and past his own hands, let it settle there so that his own fingers are holding it in place, you hold your breath as he takes in the sight.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Look at you.” Eyes back on your face, he whispers, “You’re fucking perfect.”

As heat blooms over your cheeks your breath comes out as a self deprecating laugh. “No, I’m not.”

Offense marks his features but quickly turns back to wonderment when you begin sliding the thin straps down your shoulders slowly. He watches with rapt attention as you slip your arms through and when the top of your dress falls to meet the rest already gathered around your hips, his jaw drops.

Not sure where to focus his stare, his eyes roam over your bared chest and back down to where your legs are spread before they take a slow journey back up to your face.

“No, you definitely are. Beautiful, stunning even.” When you stay silent, he continues. “I already knew that, though…

Let me take you to bed, show you how lovely you are.”

“Okay.” It’s barely an affirmation, but he’s already lifting you from the counter to place you on your feet. As they hit the ground so does your dress, falling from your hips. Feeling emboldened by his compliments, you let it land there and bask in his gaze for a moment as he trails it over your completely naked body. “Let’s go.”

Taking his hand in yours, you turn to lead him to your bedroom. He kicks the boots off of his feet as he follows but not too closely, preferring to leave some distance so he can soak in the view.

Crossing the threshold into the room, he looks it over as he had done when he entered the apartment. It’s also small, almost taken over by the queen size bed tucked into the corner, illuminated in a soft glow by a lamp on a bedside table. Before you can offer up any comment on the space, you’re being tugged around him and pressed into the wall beside the door. His lips seek out the side of your neck again before slipping down over your shoulder. When your hands move to his belt he pulls his head back to watch you unfasten it.

He doesn’t want to miss a moment of this.

Pulling the belt through the loops of his jeans, you let it fall to the ground and then pop the button. As your fingers latch onto the zipper he grips one of your wrists to stop you.

“Go slow.” He releases his hold and braces himself on the wall behind you, watches as you do as he’d asked, sliding the zipper of his jeans down. “Keep going.”

You push the denim down over his hips and relish the oh fuck that falls from his lips when you slide down the wall to your knees and tug it down to his ankles.

“Jake?” Your voice sounds small, meek, and his legs almost buckle when it reaches his ears. “Can I look at you?”

Naked, on your knees at his feet and face to face with his cock straining against the dark blue cotton of his boxer briefs, you repeat his own words back to him.

Closing his eyes tight and reopening them, he silently thanks the universe that he’s not dreaming before telling you yes, of course you can. Whatever you want.

You let your fingertips dance over the shape of him, taking a second to appreciate this as the last moment of modesty before you’re both completely bared to one another. A strangled noise comes from above you when your palm covers him and you squeeze lightly, the sound forces heat through your body and you can’t wait any longer. Without further patience, you’re pulling the cotton down his thighs and letting it fall to circle his ankles, his dick springs free and bobs in the air in front of your face, thick and heavy. You swallow as your mouth actually waters and he catches the sound.

“You good?” He’s kicking his clothes away as your head nods and you swipe your tongue out to moisten your lips. “You like sucking dick, sweetheart?”

Fuck.

Looking up at him from under your eyelashes, you nod again. He thinks to himself that you would’ve been completely wasted on his idiot brother, but pushes the thought away, blocking out the notion that you would’ve been on your knees for Josh if he’d ever given you the chance. All further thoughts are emptied from his head when you slide a hand over his skin, starting next to his navel and slipping over the side of his hip before circling back around to grip his length at the base.

“Jesus, do it, please. Need to feel your mouth.” His give and take of control is intoxicating, one minute he’s pushing or pulling you as he pleases, the next he’s begging you to touch him. He doesn’t even comprehend that you’d do anything he asks at this point.

Experimentally, you lean in and brush your puckered lips over the tip and feel him pulse in your hand. Your tongue slips over your bottom lip to test if you can taste him there and when you realize that you can, just barely, you know you’ll soon become addicted to the flavor. Moving your mouth to him again, you open it over him until the soft head is resting on the flat of your tongue. His hips move forward as if he has no authority over them, but he watches as his dick disappears past your lips when you finally close them around it. Curving your tongue against him, you bob your head once to find that you were right, he’s addicting and you think you could probably exist forever like this, with him softly fucking closer and closer to the back of your throat.

Popping off of him, stroking gently with your hand, you find that he’s closed his eyes and his top teeth are dug into his bottom lip. “Hey…” He cracks one eye open to peer down at you. “Keep doing that.”

“Doing what?” It rasps out of him as if he’s already about to lose it.

“Fucking my mouth, you can do it harder.”

“Christ, you sure?” Please please please be sure.

You lap at the tip before slipping your lips over him again, taking him in until he’s nudging the back of your throat before humming a soft mm hmm. A hand flies to the back of your head, holds you there as he remains still.

He couldn’t have handled her.

That hand curls into a fist full of your hair and he thrusts once, testing it out, pulling nearly all the way out before pushing in deep. You take hold of the backs of his thighs and feel the muscles there flex as he does it again slowly. A low moan ripples up your throat and vibrates around him.

He definitely didn’t deserve her.

Squeezing handfuls of the tight flesh of his thighs, you encourage him to keep going. Instead of thrusting into you again, he uses his hold in your hair to pump you over him, watches as your cheeks hollow and saliva begins to dribble from the corner of your mouth and run down your chin. Whimpers when you swallow around his cock.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” His hips thrust into you with force, sending his cock slamming into the back of your throat. Again. Again. You feel the tears prick at the corners of your eyes, your nails digging into the skin of his legs but he doesn’t stop. You don’t want him to, but when he hears you gag around him he yanks you off of his dick and forces your face upward.

You’re both gasping for breath, tears leaving tracks down your cheeks and drool coating your chin.

“Are you okay? Shit, I’m sorry-“

His concerns are cut short on a groan when you wrap your fingers around him and stroke him slowly, just as you’d done before

Head still held in place, disheveled face turned up to his, you can’t help but grin. “I’m fine, do you wanna cum in my mouth?”

Yeah, fuck Josh. I’m never letting her go.

“Ha, no sweetheart, absolutely not.” A small pout forms on your lips. A fucking pout. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” He’s pulling you up to your feet before you can argue, running his thumbs along your face, wiping away the evidence of your depravity before laying his lips over yours. Moving away from the wall, you’re pushing toward your bed but when the backs of his knees hit it he doesn’t sit. The kiss breaks and he lets his eyes move over your body again, like he can’t believe he’s seeing you like this.

“Tell me what you like.”

“What I like? I dunno, normal stuff?” You just asked him to cum in your mouth as if you were asking for the time, but suddenly you’re embarrassed when a laugh huffs from his nose.

“Cool, I’ll save the weird stuff for next time,” he doesn’t let you think too hard about the implications of that before continuing. “I just wanna make you feel good, sweetheart. What’s your favorite thing?”

Your mind blanks, you can’t remember a time you’d had sex with a guy and thought ohh that’s good, that’s my favorite thing. When you don’t say anything, he fills the silence.

“I can’t believe no one’s ever fucked you properly. Morons, all of them. That’s okay, we’ll figure it out together.” Oh. “Has anyone ever made you cum?” You nod your head slowly, cheeks burning from this line of questioning, embarrassment and arousal mixing. “Well thank God for that. How?”

“Jake, I… I don’t know.”

He can see you shutting down but he won’t allow it. “Don’t be embarrassed. I bet you like that pretty cunt licked, don’t you?” The heat turns into flames, you’re positive you’re about to combust and turn to ash at his feet. “Ah, you do. I bet it’s dripping right now, waiting for it.”

Switching places with you, he turns your bodies slowly and pushes you to sit on your bed.

“Lemme see.” As if his voice has control over your muscles, your legs slide over your comforter until they’re spread wide. He whispers, “Lay back,” and when you obey his command he drops to his knees and runs his hands up along the insides of your thighs, draws a fingertip over the soft blush pink line of a stretch mark that he finds there. Captivated by it, he’s momentarily lost his original plot.

“Jake?” The hush of the room calls for more whispering.

“Hm?” He’s still entranced as his fingers trace over your skin.

“What are you doing?” Spread out for him, his face so close to the heat of your cunt, eyes zeroed in on one of your insecurities, self-consciousness is creeping in.

“Admiring you.” His breath is warm and teases across your skin. “You’re absolute perfection.”

“I’m not.”

“Stop doing that.” There’s no animosity in his tone, but your denial causes him to look away from your thigh and up to your face, propped up on your elbows and watching him. “I think you are. Look at you, soft and pretty. Gorgeous pussy making a mess on your sheets.” He’s found the thread he’d lost. “Can I taste you, sweetheart?”

You don’t trust your voice so you don’t reply with words. Bringing a hand down your body, you reach between your legs right in front of his face and slip two fingers up through your folds, spreading your slick arousal over yourself and coating your fingertips in it. His jaw is hanging slack, perfect lips open and waiting. Pushing back up to sit, you’re looking down on him as you slide them over his plump bottom lip and then past it to land on his tongue.

Before he closes his mouth over them, he mumbles around your fingers. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Swirling his tongue over them, you’re sure you see his eyes roll back in his head before they flutter closed and a deep moan rolls over your fingers. You leave them in his mouth until he’s had his fill, sliding his tongue around each one until he’s sucked down every last drop before you slide them out.

“Yeah, I’m gonna need more.” His face is already inching closer. “Might not even fuck you, might just eat your pussy forever.”

Chuckling at his dramatics, your laugh catches in your throat when his tongue reaches your core. As soon as his mouth is on you he’s licking and sucking you in and you think maybe forever like this wouldn’t be so bad. Tangling your fingers in his hair, you pull him in closer and let a drawn out whine slip into the air over his head. He’s nodding against your cunt, asking for more. When he sucks your clit past his lips, you give it to him.

“Jake, fuuuck yes, just like that baby…”

He rolls it around on his tongue and suckles at it before releasing it and licking a broad stripe over you from bottom to top.

“Say it again, let me hear you.” He licks you again before flicking the tip of his tongue over your clit, your body jolts at the contact.

“It’s so good, please don’t stop.”

He does though. “Call me that. Say it again.” He needs to hear it so he sucks you into his mouth again, hard.

“Fuck, baby! Jake, baby babybaby…” You’re mumbling incoherently as he sucks and laps at you, slides his hands around your thighs and under your ass, gripping you and pulling you into him. You let yourself fall back against the mattress and your feet, still hanging over the side of the bed, find purchase on his thighs. As soon as they land you push your hips up against his lips.

“Ohh, oh fuck.” He lifts your hips in encouragement, grinding you against his mouth again and you feel the pressure that’s been building reach a fever pitch.

Mumbling directly into your skin, he encourages you further. “Keep going, cum in my mouth.” The vibration of his words shoots through you like electricity, you’re bucking your hips wildly against his face.

It hits you violently, your thighs close around his head as your body goes taut and arches off the bed, his name claws its way from your throat. He doesn’t stop, drinking you down and swallowing your release that seems like it’s never going to end.

As it rolls through you and away, your muscles relax slowly and allow you to melt back into the bed, your legs falling away from his face that’s still tucked in between them. He’s kissing you, chaste presses of his lips over your clit. When he finally lifts away from you, he’s crawling up and over your body until his face is above yours.

Though yours are closed, you can feel his eyes on you. You can feel his dick, hard and hot resting low on your stomach. It’s your turn to crack one eye open. What you find is that smile, close-lipped and shy looking, shining and slick with your cum. Your other eye opens and you let them roam his entire face as his smile stretches and his teeth appear.

“That’s my new favorite thing.” You match his grin.

“Mine too.” He leans in and kisses you sweetly until your tongue slips out to taste yourself on his lips. He touches his own to it and the kiss deepens, his hips now resting against yours as he rocks himself softly into your belly. Breaking away to trail his lips over more of your skin, he breathes into the crook of your neck, “How do you want me to fuck you?”

He doesn’t expect an answer since you haven’t been able to give him a straight one so far, but his hips, still rolling gently into you, stutter when you reply.

“Just like this, start slow…”

“Anything, whatever you want. Get comfortable for me, sweetheart.” He’s pushing himself away from you as you shift up the mattress and lay against your pillows, and he stands there next to the bed for a minute, smiling down at you.

“What?”

“This may come as a shock, but you look so pretty right now.” When you wave a hand to brush it off, he continues, “You do. All flushed pink and fucked out and I haven’t even been inside you yet.”

“Well get over here and fix that, Jacob.”

He doesn’t move closer, not yet, but he’s wrapped a hand around his length and started stroking it slowly as you watch. “Jacob huh? I like it when you call me the other thing.”

“Baby?” He grips himself tighter and hums a confirmation. “Is that what you want, wanna be my baby?”

He knows you have no idea what you’re doing to him right now, knows he has a long way to go before he’s anything resembling yours, but the fantasy of it has him throbbing against his palm and leaking at the tip.

“Yeah…” He doesn’t know what else to say that wouldn’t give him away completely, but he’s kneeling onto the bed and crawling over you, slotting himself between your legs as he lets his mind run with it. I’m already hers and she doesn’t even know it.

You let your hands reach for him, run over all of the tanned bare skin you can grasp, watch as goosebumps raise over it under your touch. When his hips move closer to yours he raises his eyebrows in question. “You ready?”

Your head nods but he doesn’t make a move. “C’mon baby…”

He’s shaking his head in disbelief as he rubs the head over your folds, wet and still slippery with the mixture of you both. Leaning down to capture your lips, he slips past your entrance and slides in deep in one soft thrust and you moan into each other's mouths. He stays like that, unmoving inside you and you think he’s letting you adjust to the size of him but he’s almost completely overwhelmed by the feeling of you. Pulling his lips away to rest his forehead against yours, his hair falls around both of your faces and he’s sucking ragged breaths into his lungs. You run your fingers over the soft skin of his back, his muscles there tense and release as he relaxes into the caress.

Finally, he rolls his hips, withdrawing from you just barely before pushing in deep, pressed firmly against you.

“Ah, sorry, I… I got lost for a minute.”

It’s kind of charming, the way he’s consumed by you. You almost say something to that effect but he’s gathered his composure and begins rocking into you with a soft rhythm that causes you to hum in approval.

“Mm, just like that.” You wrap your legs around his back and tilt your face up, lips searching for some gentle affection to pair with the intimacy of the moment. He offers it contentedly, kissing you back as a hand pets over your hair and settles there, the strands wrapping around his fingers.

“You feel so fucking good,” he’s tucked his face into your neck again, murmuring in between pecks of his lips over your skin, “So perfect.” For me. You’re perfect for me.

Your own kisses are trailing across his shoulder before you nip at it with your teeth, drawing another strangled sound from him as you lap over the spot with your tongue. Bringing your lips closer to his ear, you whisper a string of praise and let whimpers escape into it as his strokes deepen, still slow but just a little harder. It doesn’t seem intentional, just his body chasing its need for more of you. He wants to give you exactly what you’ve asked for though, so he maintains the slow pace as your bodies slip against each other, a layer of sweat forming between you. When your hands move to grip his arms and your heels dig into his backside to pull your hips up to meet his, he delivers a deliberately hard stroke.

“You want more, sweetheart?”

“Yes, fuck me baby, please…” He’s already fulfilled his promise as your thoughts have been nothing but Jake Jake Jake, but it hasn’t been in the way you’d expected. Yet.

All he heard was fuck me baby and self-control left him. Raising himself up on one hand, he runs his other down the center of your chest before wrapping it around one of your tits and squeezing roughly, the first time he’s even touched you there. Eyes locked onto the tips of his fingers sinking into the flesh, he pulls back before slamming his hips into the backs of your thighs. The yelp that rips past your lips only spurs him on and he does it again before pumping into you and settling into a quick rhythm. Hand still gripping your breast he drops his face to it, licks a wet stripe around the curve of it before wrapping his lips and tongue around your nipple and sucking hard.

You pull in a hissing breath through your teeth and he releases your nipple with a pop.

“No, no keep going, keep going!” He hasn’t stopped or even slowed his hips but with that he brings the pace up to something bruising, bordering painful. Switching to your other breast he swipes his tongue over it, a flick of it over the hardened peak, then sinks his teeth around a mouthful.

“FUCK!” You’re sure he’s almost broken the skin but you couldn’t care less, he’s licking and sucking at your tit as if he needs it to survive and the wet slapping sound of his body pummeling yours has any care about anything else wiped from your brain. Releasing his grip on your chest he moves that hand up and into your hair again and yanks it by the roots, pulling your head to the side and exposing the length of your neck. He watches your throat move with the breaths you’re swallowing and trying to control.

“Is this what you needed, hm? Needed to be fucked stupid by a man that can handle you?” He licks and bites at your neck before you can formulate words.

“Y-yes, yes, yes.” It’s punched out of you with each thrust.

“Yes what?” His hand wraps around your jaw to force your face back to him, his is shining with sweat, a drop rolling down his forehead and traveling to the tip of his nose. Your eyes are wide and his are boring into them, begging you to say it.

“Yesssss baby, yes!”

“Yeah I know exactly what your perfect cunt needs, what it deserves. Want you cum for me, can you do that sweetheart?”

You’re already close, you’re sure if the air breezed over your clit right now you’d explode. All you can do is nod your head frantically.

Shifting his weight, you drop your legs from around him as he settles back over his heels and pops his thumb into his mouth. Bracing himself with a palm on your stomach he’s distracted momentarily when he presses in and can feel himself fucking into you.

“Fuck, you feel that?” You reply with more nodding and affirmative words babbling from your lips. He brings his thumb to your clit with barely-there pressure and swirls it twice.

“Jake! Jake I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna-“ One more circle to your sensitive flesh has you coming undone. This time when your orgasm seizes your muscles, you’re wrapped around him and squeezing as you scream his name. He’s dreamed about this, dreamed about how you would look like this, sound like this.

This is better.

He fucks you through it, holds on until your back sinks to the bed and he’s desperate for it.

“I’m there sweetheart, I’m gonna cum.” He offers a warning because as bad as he wants to fill you up, mark you as his, you hadn’t talked about it. He has no idea what the risk is and he can’t do it.

Before he can pull out of you, you’re sitting up and pushing forward, just enough so that when he withdraws and wraps his fist around his dick you can knock it away and replace it with your own. It happens so fast that he’s frozen there, just a stunned observer as you suck him past your lips and pump his release onto your tongue.

“Hooooly fuck, Jesus Christ.” This time, when he tugs you off of him by your hair, he’s pulling you back down to the bed by it and falling over you. This time, when his tongue pushes into your mouth and swirls against yours, he can taste himself there.

This time, when he thinks that his brother wouldn’t begin to know what to do with you, he accidentally says it out loud.

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possessable · 14 days

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Hi guys it's me Babs 👋👋👋

Full and fair warning if you follow me for anything other than Possession™ you will be disappointed, i do NOT post or reblog about fandoms unless i'm actively interested in them and i usually only stay interested in things for a month tops

Mutuals ask for my discord username if you want :-D 👍

if you wanna find me on other sites my username is usually "possessable" or "possessble_" there too

Things I Enjoy™:

Possession (No way)

Convenience stores (what do you do when you're hyperfixated on convenience stores? memorize the Wikipedia page for them i guess)

Slide puzzles (I am collecting them)

Sly Hollow Knight (hi to the 4 other sly fans)

Espial Stuff:

List of characters and extremely simple summary

Slightly more detailed story summary (5-ish pages)

Unnecessarily detailed summary (around 8 pages of world-building explanation, 25 pages of Espial summary, and then 9 pages of other-stories-set-in-the-same-universe summary)

General Espial tag is "#espialposting", specific characters are "#characterName" with no space like "#characterOlen"

Possession Stuff:

Possession Shorthand Code (if you see me say some weird string of letters/numbers like “p-s-n-phy-n-5-n-p-b-s-int-n” or “Y-S-N-EXT-N-5-N-P-MB-S/T-INT-N/P” this is what that is)

Kind of more detailed Possession Infographic™ Post (I would recommend you also look at the possession shorthand because it goes over some stuff that isn't in the infographic)

tag for me Being Abnormal about possession is "#thepossessionhyperfixationisneverending"

i use "Possession" as a catch-all term meaning "Storytelling trope where a character is controlled or influenced by something" for brevity but I think all of the different tropes have different names and different criteria for what qualifies them to fall under a certain name but if you ask me to get into that i will not stop talking for 5 hours so let's just go with "Possession"

Other OCs and Tags and Also More Stuff Under the Cut:

"#JunoAndAldoposting", my stupid ass Mario Spoofs But If They Were Sentient And Having An Existential Crisis At All Times characters

okay you know what I have too many to list but the general format is "StoryNameposting" i'm sure you can tell, you'll see it when i post about them

i lied i haven't figured out what else to put here

#new pinned post

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steve-harringtons-ass · 11 months

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Feud- EDDIE X FEM!READER SMUT

Cw- 18+ CONTENT MINORS DNI, Rough-ish sex, Biting, teasing, name calling, oral (bith recieving), arguing, alcohol.

Enjoy weirdos

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Summer vacation in Hawkins, Indiana meant more time with friends, more time doing stupid shit, and your personal favorite- parties.

You were anticipating this Summer to be especially good, seeing as you had just finished your freshman year at college. You were also anticipating finally reconciling with some old friends, or at least reconnecting with your class on good terms.

Or a summer romance.

C'mon, who knows? You read all about it in young adult novels.

Nancy's end of the school year party was something everyone buzzed about come May. What got the gossip-obsessed crowd even more fixated was that Eddie was invited. You weren't offended, Nancy and Eddie had their own troubles that were sorted out a while ago. You and Eddie, however... That was a different story.

You pulled up to Nancy's place a little early, like she had asked you to.

"I need to see my bestie before everyone else turned up!"

You loved her and she meant well, but you cringed remembering her statement.

Nancy's carrying a jug of what looks like fruit punch from the garage to the backyard.

"Hey!" You leave your car, approaching her. "Anything I can help with?"

"There's another jug in the fridge if you can carry it." She beams. "I'm so excited, I made them this morning."

"You made fruit punch?"

"No! Jungle juice. It’s a bunch of alcohol and fruit juice mixed together. Mom and Dad finally trust me enough to actually leave the house for more than a few hours while I'm hosting so..." She shakes the jug a little, the bright red liquid sloshing around. "Had to go all out."

"Ohh, gotcha. Lemme get the other one then."

You meet her in the backyard to finish setting up.

"Eddie's gonna be here." She announces suddenly- as if it was something she needed to get off her chest.

"I figured. Y'all are good right? Why else would he come?"

"Yeah... Yeah, we're good. I just wanted to let you know."

"I don't mind at all." And you really don't. "I'd like to figure out why he hated my guts so much in high school, but I'm not about to cause a scene, y'know? I respect your friendship."

"Thanks, Y/n." She looks at the grass for a moment. "I know he uh- he wasn't the nicest to you. But did he ever find out...?"

"That I liked him?" You shake your head. "Nah, even when we weren't at each other's throats in class, I never had the courage to tell him. Probably for the best though, right? Would have been super awkward." That comment makes her chuckle, which is a relief. Your (rather insignificant) crush on Eddie was sophomore year, and you were in college now. Too much has happened since for you to really give a damn.

People start pulling up at around 7, and by 8, nearly everyone that was coming had arrived- and you’re lost in a sea of drunken former classmates. (Not for nothing, you’re getting to that point, too).

However, even while you're playing drinking games with Nancy and throwing fritos at Robin, you can't stop thinking about Eddie.

But why? And why now?

One thing you once hoped for was that your need to fix everything wouldn't follow you to college- but shit, wishful thinking, right?

Well, that's the most logical reasoning in your tipsy brain. The sun is fully set and you're making it a thing to start to pace yourself so you don't get too drunk too fast.

With that being said you chug the last of your can before finding Eddie sitting on a plastic lawn chair a bit further on in the backyard. He’s with Steve, Jonathan, and Argyle in front of a fire pit.

"Hey Y/n!" Steve notices you first, and he and Jonathan wave you over. You hear Steve mumble something to Eddie before he shoots you a look.

"Hey guys, how's your night been?" You sit in the empty chair next to Argyle, keeping your distance from Eddie.

"Pretty good." Jonathan answers first, swirling a bottle of beer by the top part. "I'm glad so many people could show, I thought we’d never see a lot of them again."

Like Eddie.

You didn't mean to look at him when Jonathan said that part about never seeing one another again. But you did.

Fuck.

"I dunno, might be for the best we don't have class with some of these people now." Eddie speaks up, and it's clear he'd seen you glance over.

Steve's smart, though. He knows where Eddie was going with that snarky comment and he isn't going to hear it. "It's still hard to believe we're done." He says. "It's only been a year, but being here makes me feel like it's been a week."

Everyone nods in agreement.

"To surviving freshman year," Jonathan states, raising his bottle. "May high school stop feeling like it was only a week ago... Don't really need to remember that." That gets a few giggles before everyone eventually raises their bottles for a toast.

You have a couple more mixed drinks, and while your conversation gets deeper and more personal, Eddie abruptly leaves your guys' slice of the backyard.

He left to talk to Nancy.

"Is he alright?" You ask once you're sure he's out of earshot.

"Maybe seeing us again finally hit him? It's not like we were able to hang out much this year." Steve says, glancing over at Nancy and Eddie. "Maybe he feels old." He grins, obviously not serious.

"Nah, I bet it's you, Y/n." Steve blurts out, face red as Jonathan elbows him.

"The fuck, dude?" Jonathan whispers.

"Yeah... You three can dish this out yourselves, four's a crowd y'know?" With that, Argyle leaves too.

"So y'all know why Eddie hated me, but not Nancy?" You ask, face getting hot.

"Well... Yeah. Nancy and Eddie are close, but you two are like sisters." Jonathan starts. "N-Not to say you aren't close with us! Just that, he trusted us more than her. I guess."

"Can you tell me at least? We're done with highschool anyways. Who cares now?"

Jonathan won't look at you when he speaks. "He was just kinda... Jealous. I guess."

You can't help but laugh. "No fucking way. You're lying!"

"No..." Steve starts. Neither of them were smiling. "He was always pissy that you succeeded in areas he couldn't. Like English, Math, even fighting all that shit in the upside-down. You know how jealous Eddie can get."

"But did that warrant all the things he's said done?" You thought of the rude remarks over the years. The catty bullshit. The humiliation tactics in class and at D&D meets. The one time he "accidentally" knocked your coffee over. He didn't offer to get you a new one. "There has to be something else."

"Not that we ever knew of." Jonathan cuts in, but his voice quickly gets quiet. Your back is facing the deck, so you can't see much of the party behind you.

"Knew of what?" Eddie askes. But he sounds like he already knows the answer. He's right behind you now, and the heat eminating from him is far less welcoming and comfortable than the fire in front of you. You don't know if the tone in his voice is attractive or terrifying.

Both?

"Oh! Uh, whether our old science teacher got hair plugs or not." Steve isn't known for his lying skills. Mostly due to the fact that he's an awful liar.

"You know I could hear you well before I was in front of you, yeah?" Eddie moves, circling the three of you like you're dinner.

"Why not hear all those reasons from me?" He's looking at you now, something that didn't happen once over the course of your fire-chat.

"Nah, I'm good." You want to know so badly it burns, but you're hoping that hearing it from a seemingly angry Eddie near an open flame isn't in the cards for you.

"C'mon dude, this isn't right." Jonathan says before putting a hand out to stop Eddie.

"No no, highschool's over, right? I insist."

You could leave. You could stand up and find Nancy and Robin and get shitfaced while talking about your favorite actor's newest movie.

But you stay. Are you paralyzed with fear? Excited to hear his answer? Who knows?

"I always thought of you as a fucking ass, Y/n. Had to be soo perfect all the damn time. So fucking great at everything."

He's drunk.

Steve is shaking his head, knowing that was never the case for you.

"So maybe I got sick of it. Maybe I got so wrapped up in my own life that I couldn't stand to give a damn about you. 'Cus that's life, sweetheart. Not everyone is gonna be your friend and I'm sure as hell not gonna do shit to prove that wrong."

"You're fucking cruel! She never did shit to you." Jonathan says, but Eddie ignores him completely.

"Y/n." His face softens, but turns into a strange, bitter expression. "Wanna finally know the mystery reason you're all foaming at the mouth over?"

You're blinking back hot tears, deadpanning throughout this conversation.

"I hated you so fucking much I began to fall in love with you. And I hated you even more for doing that to me."

And suddenly, the world stops.

Jonathan isn't trying to call him off anymore.

Steve isn't trying to reassure you anymore.

"Fuck you, Eddie." You hiss, venom in your words and fire in your stomach. "If you thought that would give you rhyme or reason to the way you treated me, you're dead fucking wrong. And this discussion is over. You’re shit to me."

"You don't get to talk to me like that!" His voice raises ever so slightly.

"Why? Is it gonna make you love me more?" You turn and leave, Steve and Jonathan calling after you while Eddie stays there, stunned.

You find Nancy. You don't want to cause any trouble- you just want to have a good night. But what you don't expect is the few minutes later where Eddie is begging to talk to you.

"Y/n. Please, let me explain that better." He says, almost whining in desperation.

"Nah. I heard enough for one night Eds." You brush him off, dismissing Nancy's confused face. "Leave me alone. I'm serious."

"So am I." And he sounds... Different. You can't explain it, and by Nancy's shocked look, you're right in your assumption that he's genuinely upset.

"Okay. But inside." You let him lead you to the kitchen, but it's too crowded. The upstairs bedrooms and bathrooms are… Occupied, to say the least.

"My car. If that's alright?" He asks.

"Fine, but you better not try to drive off and bury me somewhere." You huff.

"Yeah yeah, thanks for having faith in me." He leads you to his van, and the tinted windows stir something in you.

Eddie gets in the drivers seat and you get into the passenger's side.

His eyes are unable to meet yours. "I meant all that as in..." He takes a long inhale before starting. "Everything you did and said was perfect. Effortless. And though it made me that much more jealous, it also made me that much more interested in you. I know you don't want to hear it. But I was in love with you for a while. And something about seeing you go off and do your own thing without me being able to tell you made me angry."

You don't respond, but your face softens the slightest bit.

"I shouldn't have been an asshole to you. I fucked up beyond repair. I would have loved to be your friend in highschool at the very least, and I know I ruined that. But I at least want to apologize."

You're shocked. Hearing Eddie talk to you without yelling is one thing, but him apologizing is another.

"Oh..." You look down, at his hands, the shift lever, anything but him. "I didn't know any of that."

"Duh. No one did. Not Nance, Jonathan, Steve or even Argyle."

"I guess I have something to tell you, too." You aren't really thinking, but you don't really care.

"You don't have to share anything. I just... I've fucked up. And I'm sorry."

"No no... It's gonna take a bit to get over it, but I'm not gonna hold it against you." Your hand absentmindedly finds its way onto his knee, but he doesn't move or try to stop you.

"Thanks... What did you want to tell me?"

You lean in closer, further sealing the already little distance you had between the two of you.

"I liked you a lot in highschool. I don't think I ever got over it. Even when you hated me."

"Oh..." He looks ashamed of himself. Ashamed of taking out all of his bullshit on you.

"Hm?" You're inching close as he looks at your lips. He wants this so badly, but he feels too guilty. He probably should, but you don't want to focus on that right now.

"Can I?" He asks- and it almost sounds like he didn't mean to. He's embarassed.

"Please." Your voices are low. The sounds of chatter and music coming from outside are muffled to a soothing volume. Moonlight spills into his car, highlighting the emotions on his face in ways you don't recall ever seeing.

He wastes no time fufilling both your wishes and kisses you. It's feather-light at first, like he's afraid, or like he believes he doesn't deserve this.

But that reservation- that initial shyness melts away when he feels that hand that was on his knee rest on his thigh.

He pulls away first, speechless.

Before he can think of something to say, you kiss him this time. You can feel his demeanor soften into something far more gentle than the Eddie you just yelled at.

You shift a little, a groan accidentally escaping your lips.

The tone changes.

The atmosphere around you two morphs into something tinged with desparation and anticipation.

Eddie slides a hand up to your neck, leaving it just below until your hand is on his, guiding it to where he meant to put it.

You're pawing at his crotch, waiting for him to get the memo when he pulls away.

"Y/n."

"What?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He looks serious.

"Yes. I am."

"I've been known to get uh. Aggressive. If that's not your thing-"

"Eds, I think we both know that's my thing."

His eyes widen at your confidence. "Alright, shit."

He's hard now, a sense of pride seeping into you. He hated you and now he's putty in your hands.

Or so you thought.

"So the fuck are you waiting for?" He huffs, and you give him a smile before unzipping his jeans.

Eddie helps you slide his boxers down, and you can immediately see why he was so impatient.

You start by stroking your thumb across his tip just to tease him.

"Fucking suck it, don't keep me waiting."

You lower your head, taking the base of his cock in your hand. Eddie watches you drag your tongue up his shaft, and any sort of composure he had melts away. His hand is buried in your hair, the other gripping the seat.

You're bobbing your head on his cock, twisting your hand at the base in rhythm with your mouth and sending lightning bolts up his spine.

"Fuck, takin it so well, like the fuckin' whore you are." His hips are bucking into your mouth, his hand is involuntarily gripping the leather seat, and it's almost difficult to take him seriously when he's like this. "So good..."

The balance he's created of praise and aggression has you reeling, aiming to please him. You find a speed that drives him crazy, getting all sorts of moans and whimpers from him before his knuckles turn white.

“Don’t fucking stop- I’m gonna-“

"Shit shit shit-" Eddie groans, deep and raspy before he cums in your mouth. You swallow, slowly removing your mouth from him. “Fuck.” He pants.

"Get in the back." His voice is low.

"And if I don't?"

"Then holding you down when I... Return the favor won't be as comfortable, hm? Now get in the fucking back."

You swing your legs over the compartment separating the seats when Eddie follows, putting the seat down low so you can lay down (and so no one sees you).

He's on top of you, kissing your neck and biting the untouched flesh beneath it. The van is silent save for the heavy breathing and shuffling between the two of you. God, even his hickeys feel amazing.

"Eddie..." Your voice is impossibly small.

"Hm?" He looks at you, and you suddenly become aware that he's kneeling between your legs.

"Takin' too long." You're so soaked you're aching, and he's having the time of his life.

"My apologies, princess." A smirk that could only mean mischief spreads across his face. "Need to have it your way, huh?" He drags your shorts off of you, and paused when he notices the wet patch on your panties.

"Fucking soaked already? Wouldn't expect anything less from a slut like you. I bet seeing me pissed off earlier is what did it for you, hm?"

"Sh-Shut up. Asshole."

You also become very aware that he's seeing this.

Out of embarassment, you clamp your legs shut, though all you want is for him to pry them open and fuck your brains out.

"Wait, we don't have to do this." He says, a worried look on his face.

"G-God, please stop waiting, I need this so b-badly."

"Oh... I see." His hands are on both your knees, spreading your legs as wide as they'll go. "Would be a shame if I kept you waiting then, huh pretty girl?"

His thumb circles your clit through the fabric while his other hand presses on your thigh so you can't move your legs again.

The sensation- even through your underwear is sending shivers up your spine.

"Got some pretty thighs, hun." He grabs the flesh of your thigh before squeezing, enamored by the moan it causes from you.

"God, too easy." He snickers, and slides your underwear off.

He lowers himself to sit on his knees, and pulls you forward by your thighs. Your legs hang over his shoulders.

"'Course you'd have such a perfect fuckin' pussy, fuckin' dripping for me."

"Fuck, Eddie." You're squirming with impatience.

He flashes a smile once more before dragging his tongue up your slit, kissing and sucking at your clit.

"Oh shit." Your breathing quickens. You're gripping the seat. Your legs are involuntarily shaking and moving against him. And he doesn't mind a bit. Eddie drinks you up, secretly obsessed with the way you sound.

His tongue is working magic on your aching pussy. He's licking up every drop that spills out of you, latching his mouth onto your clit periodically to suck at the bundle of nerves.

Whimpers and yells of pleasure fill the van, much louder than he was. He's got a death grip on your thighs, and the bruising pain feels fucking amazing to you.

"Tastes so good, Y/n." There's an excitement in his eyes when he sees you like this- your back arching, your eyes closed tight.

The feeling of his tongue dragging up and down, the feeling of his mouth on your clit, it's sending you into overdrive.

You barely have time to tell him you're going to cum before you do, and he watches the lewd fluid gush out of you before licking it up.

"You ready?" He stands, hovering over you as his cock rests in one hand.

"Mhm." You nod frantically, unable to focus on real words.

"I'm gonna need something better than that." He says, the tip of his cock barely pushing into you.

"Yes! Please!"

"Please, huh? Didn't think you were that desperate..." His hand is still around his cock before he taps your swollen clit with it, and you jolt in response. He does it again, taking in the reaction he's getting from you.

You yelp and gasp with every tap before he starts stroking your clit with his cock. You're dripping and aching for him, but he won't give in. He continues to make strokes before abruptly stopping, and the lack of friction is driving you crazy.

"St-Stick it in, please?" You whimper, and the lust in his eyes is even more apparent now.

"So impatient, sweet thing. Want my cock? Need it?"

You nod desperately, almost shivering with anticipation.

"Mm... Okay."

He pushes the tip in at first, and your tense body immediately relaxes. He slowly pushes the rest of him in, a long moan escaping the two of you- evaporating any built up frustration.

Then, he takes his cock out- slowly. And it's enough to make you cum right then and there before his tip goes back in. Only this time, he slowly enters halfway before slamming the rest of him inside you.

"Fuck!" You yell, hips involuntarily bucking against his cock. He repeats this over and over again, refusing to let you collect yourself. Each time he slams into you a yelp escapes your lips, another shock is sent through your body and another star is added to your vision.

"So hot, feels so good around me." His voice is raspy, desperate, hungry. His strokes go to a normal, rough pace with no intentions of slowing down now that he's done torturing the both of you.

Your legs shake around his hips as you can barely contain yourself. Eddie's hands wander, squeezing your thighs, digging his nails into your hips, choking you. He's rough with you, but not in a way that's careless. In a way that's excited. Desperate. Fiery.

"Takin' me in so well, doin' such a good job for the mindless whore you are." You turn your head to the side before his hand grabs your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, slut. Especially if I'm talking about you. Betcha' like that, huh?"

"Too much-" is all you can muster before you're cut off by your own moans. His pace hasn't slowed down at all. "E-Eds, feels so good- Fuck."

"Oh I know, hun, but you're doing so good." His voice is gentle and it sends butterflies in your stomach.

His deep voice shakes you, and his strokes lose rhythm a slight bit. His eyes are latched onto you- your face, your hands desperately clinging onto him.

Your hands scramble, arms hooking around his neck. He cranes his neck down, biting your neck and leaving marks.

“E-Eds-“ Pain sears your neck and it feels like electricity. Your body is on fire and your mind is mush. All you can feel, all you can think about is Eddie.

Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you orgasm, hips bucking from sensitivity one more time as you ride out your high. Eddie follows soon after, shivering and cursing under his breath.

"God-fuck." You murmur, unable to think.

"Yeah." Eddie responds, and a smile creeps along his lips. "What a way to end a feud though, right?"

#80s #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things smut #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #hehehe #18+ only

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eponymous-rose · 6 months

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A full day today, so I figured it might be fun to write up what a professor's day might look like when not lecturing!

6:30AM: Got up early to virtually attend a friend's wedding on the East Coast! <333

8:00AM: I have been very careful this quarter to shuffle lectures/meetings around so that I have a little time to myself in the mornings to sit at home and drink coffee and eat breakfast and pet a cat while I get the day's work started. No exception today! I pull up an application my PhD student has been putting together for a tech grant and use the proverbial red pen to make some (a lot of) comments. It looks good overall, though! I send him a note to encourage him to send it to our collaborator in the computer science department when he's done with edits. Monday's the deadline, we gotta get moving on this.

9:00AM: I load up a bag with books I keep putting off taking to my office, plus some extra Halloween candy I found to add to my office candy bowl, and head out to take the bus in to campus. Also, pet the cat goodbye (she is unconcerned).

9:45AM: At the office, books and candy put away! Time to prep for my first meeting, which is a committee meeting with someone else's PhD student. He struggled a bit with a recent exam (entirely his advisor's fault, but that's a different story), so we're reconvening as a group to see his progress and cheer him on. He sent an update document, so I run through that and take a few notes. Then it's responding to e-mails (setting up my participation in a federal review panel next year, responding to two prospective graduate students interested in working with me - the combo of a fun research topic and a beautiful campus means I'm now up to 20 inquiries so far this quarter, eep - and sending out an update to the department about the charitable giving opportunities I'm coordinating).

10:30AM: Great presentation by the PhD student about all the things he's done since our last meeting back in April-ish. He's made huge changes to his work, and we applaud (literally and figuratively) how much he's accomplished in such a short time. Also, amazing data visualization! Great work all around. He's set to defend his PhD by 2025 at this rate, definitely back on track.

11:30AM: Time to rush back to my office to meet with my own PhD student! We usually meet on Fridays, but we get tomorrow off for the holiday so we jumped the meeting back. He's a few minutes late due to a missed bus, so my next-door colleague and I talk about cats for a few minutes. As you do. When he does arrive, he's got some cool stuff to show me - we talk about the notes I made on his grant application, and I remind him (and myself) to book flights to a conference in December that is rapidly approaching somehow. (I guess this means I have to do some cool and innovative research before then that I can talk about. Go figure.) He also shows me some cool preliminary results from a project he's been doing with a friend out in Pennsylvania. He's late enough in his PhD that my role as advisor is primarily to get out of his way and make sure he has enough supercomputer core-hours to get his work done!

12:30PM: A break for me! I start in on e-mail again, sending a coordinator my bio and abstract for a talk I've been invited to give (virtually, thankfully) at a student conference in January. I also realize that, because of the break tomorrow, I should really put together a homework assignment and next week's lectures for the class I teach Monday-Wednesday-Friday. Hmmm. I dig through last year's lectures and assignments and realize they've gotten a little out of sync this year. The solution? I may just offer 5 instead of 6 assignments over these ten weeks and give them this one a week later. Class average has been extremely high on them, and I think the students will appreciate a bit of a break. Also means today's job is just to prepare a few lectures based on last year's material. I've got a big chunk of open time later this afternoon to deal with course stuff, so back to e-mail. Going to be joining a friend (who I can't help but think of as the undergrad who sat in during all my grad classes, but is now somehow a full research scientist) on a very cool project putting together a new thunderstorm dataset. Also reached out to another friend about setting up biweekly meetings to hopefully start a new research collaboration and... possibly some fieldwork! I also almost forgot to put a forecast together for our forecasting competition, but I got there in time. Phew.

1:30PM: Meeting with a colleague and the undergrad research intern we co-supervise who is sadly having to leave to go attend school closer to home. This meeting is mostly just us reinforcing to her that we're still here if she needs advice/reference letters or ever wants to work on a similar project with us remotely in the future, but we are going to continue with the research until the end of the quarter, at her request. After the meeting, I get an e-mail about another undergraduate looking for a research project! I present her with the options of a cool lightning project with my colleague next door (waiting to hear back about federal funding for that project, fingers crossed) and that other cool thunderstorm project led by my friend in Oklahoma.

2:30PM: Seminar time! A very cool freshly-minted PhD from California tells us all about her research, a complicated topic about which I knew very little going in and now know... slightly more. There was a very geeky moment in which she showed what happened to a particular part of the climate system when CO2 was added, then showed what happened when CO2 was removed, and the asymmetry of it made everyone in the room gasp and then self-consciously giggle.

4:00PM: Post-seminar snacks acquired (a big cookie and coffee are definitely a good late lunch, right? I kid, I kid, I had a big breakfast and have a big dinner waiting at home) and small-talk survived, I scramble back up to my office. Time to get those lectures ready for next week (pretty quick to do - rather than last year, where I'd show the code on the screen and we'd talk about it, I'm having us write the code together live and debug as we go; harder in the moment for me, but the students are learning so much better!). Get an e-mail back from the new undergrad research intern expressing interest in the lightning project, amazing! Time to get her registered so she gets credit for this starting in January. Also finally get a teensy bit more editing done on a draft of a review article that one of the top scientific journals in the world tapped me to write (???? still surreal beyond measure).

5:30PM: BAND PRACTICE. Our department is so nerdy that the faculty/staff/postdocs/grad students put together a giant band to perform popular songs but as covers so we can make the lyrics about our nerdy research. This tradition has been going on for 30+ years, and the big performance is for an hour at our holiday party every year. It's a riot, and this is my first year joining in the chaos (I'm on keys on three songs!). There are like 25 of us, we have a horn section, a professor plays the mandolin, the students create elaborate musical roasts of their professors, it's great. My parts go great, to the point where when there's some trouble with key drift during an a capella part they call me in to play chords under it and keep them grounded. I love playing music with other people!

7:00PM: Time to pack up and head home for dinner. Phew.

Long day, but also LONG WEEKEND BAYBEE. I don't actually have to do any substantial work this weekend, so that means BALDUR'S GATE WEEKEND BAYBEE.

#eponymous academia tag #long text post

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libraford · 1 year

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gods as someone that was raised in several churches (mom minister so I got all the shitty behind the scenes drama starting at like 4yo and never really believed beyond general agnostic-ish feelings. which apparently is a super common trend for pastor/minister kids to nope tf out of the church asap) the 'forcing you to be The Right Christian™ Or You Don't Deserve™™ Charity' thing hits hard. especially when I psych myself out of asking for help because I'm constantly remembering how openly hostile some of those places are to even poor christian people using their services.

like one particular church (the "open and affirming" one that threw the only trans woman out of the 20 person congregation because the old white guy treasurer learned she was trans after like 8 years and suddenly didn't want to look at her, or "worse", hear her sing) had a monthly meal for the (very poor neighborhood) community. they'd make everyone pray to God for 20 minutes before letting anyone touch even a slice of bread, but lock them out of the sanctuary during church hours because they were, I wish I was joking and that this wasn't a direct quote, "dirty homeless looters". you had to pray correctly to get food but don't you dare sully the churches doorstep trying to attend worship. meanwhile the church people organizing it are going off about how dare these people be standing in line for food instead of attending church as Real Good Christians Should.

🙃

That's fucking frightening and unfortunately I have my own similar stories.

Tw for racism, homophobia, anti-Muslim, and just... really bad stereotypes.

One of the reasons I started walking away from the church (there's a couple reasons) was at our summer mission trip (yes, I know.) In previous years, we had kept local: deep cleaning the homeless shelter, renovating the local Latino advocacy building, soup kitchen stuff. But one of the (more wealthy) girls in our group wanted to try doing a mission abroad.

Best we could do is Toronto.

We signed up with a shelter there and they gave us some tasks. The shelter REALLY played up how bad it was in this part of town- the gang violence, the culture of sin, the regressive way the men treat women in their home country.

So like... I'm from America. I've been to Chicago. Not to compare but like... hmm..

So during the introduction to how terrible it is in Toronto (...?) Our ambassador takes us through parts of town to show us what it's like to be homeless there. It was a very somber thing. We were given a small amount of money and we were to pretend it was all we had. Try to survive on a few coins.

We take our tour. Remember that this is supposed to scare us.

She takes us to an area where we hear drums. We hide behind a building. "You hear those drums? This is a homeless village. Young people come here seeking community, but you will be turned away if you cannot provide a service for them. They will only use your body for so long."

So... I'd been to drum circles before. And this was very much a drum circle. Like sure these people were a little crunchy, but it was pretty clear to me that these guys were just cutting loose after the day of work.

She takes us to the red light district.

"This is the red light district," she says. "This is where all the homosexuals come. You see that there are many young people here who are attracted to the high life. But you will see: the older men will always come looking for the younger one's to manipulate and that's how many homeless people become prostitutes."

I, a half-in-half-out of the closet lesbian, for the first time in my life, saw two happy gay men arm in arm and it was moving for me. I saw people having a good time. I'd already figured out she was full of shit. Now I was mad.

So we get back to the church we're staying at and I'm already having second thoughts about this visit to Canada. She tells us that our mission this week is to tutor some Somali kids in English and math.

... I feel... oncoming dread.

They didn't give us a lesson,plan or anything. Were supposed to just help them learn where they're stuck in their lessons. And then on Friday we'll have a trip to the museum of science and industry.

I was the only one in our group that had ever encountered a Muslim to know that Friday was their holy day. And that was when I realized that it was a conversion tactic. I asked her about it like... 'is Friday really a good time to do that?' And she was like 'well, it's the last day you'll be here and we want to celebrate don't we?'

And I was livid, but I was in a different country with a bunch of people who believed this woman's lies. And I didn't say anything to my friends because I was already kind of an outcast there, no one was going to believe me.

So I held my tongue, but from then on I lost a lot of respect for Christian-run charities and even now I'll always be looking for their angle.

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feelingbloo · 2 days

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doing this all at once because im fasting and need a distraction... this shit be getting personal lmao

day 1: your stats

currently 82.2lbs as of writing

day 2: how tall are you, do you like your height?

im 4'10, no not really! definitely doesnt help my bmi out at all, lmao. id prefer to be around 5'4.

day 3: a picture of your thinspiration. what features do you like about this person?

most thinspo kinda rolls off my back and doesnt affect me, so i dont really look at it. blessing and a curse.

day 4: your greatest fear about weight loss

i only have one fear, and its my partner. she (not so subtly) compares herself to me and uses me as thinspo, and i know losing weight will only make this problem worse.

day 5: why do you really want to lose weight? are you doing it for you?

im not sure if theres a real reason anymore. everything i can think of is something that occurred after the disordered eating started, so i dont know what truly drives me. id say im doing it for myself because theres nobody else i would do it for.

day 6: do you binge? if so, explain why you think you do

of course, definitely. most times its due to an emotion, i think ive always used food as a comfort in that way.

day 7: do your parents know you are trying to lose weight? do they care?

they dont, i never told them and they havent found out. i assume my mom would care, my father sorta shuts himself off so i dont know if hed be mad about it or what.

day 8: your workout routine

im physically disabled from an unknown myopathy (my body doesnt produce enough muscle) so everything is a workout to me lmao. i generally walk around for 4-ish hours a day, since i cant quite manage anything else.

day 9: did anyone ever make comments about your weight in a negative way?

no, only my eating habits. i was often told that i ate so much i mustve had a tapeworm, and most of what i eat is "junk food" due to sensory issues.

day 10: what was the hardest thing you gave up during this weight loss?

dude, i fucking miss the liquid calories! in past restriction phases i refused to count liquid cals, and i definitely still lost weight, but not as fast as i would have liked. ive started counting them and ughhhhh.

i didnt cut them out completely, so i still have creamer in my coffee and the occasional soda, but i want my milkshake goddamnit 😭

day 11: your favorite thinspo blog and why

same answer as day 3.

day 12: what do you normally eat?

for main meals i usually have tuna on toast, egg salad sandwiches, cream cheese bagels, ham sandwiches/ham bagels, grilled cheeses, basically just carb + animal product. if we order out its either a cheeseburger or fried rice.

for sides/snacks/small meals i like string cheese, pickles, mini candies, lollipops, pepperoni, if theres any sweets in the house i have some of that.

its a wonder that i even lose weight on this lmao. but OMAD and counting cals is what makes it possible.

day 13: are you losing weight in a healthy or unhealthy way?

i dont think ive ever seen someone answer this with the former option. we're all doing this unhealthily on this side of tumblr.

day 14: whats your UGW? when do you expect to reach it?

ooh, tough one. it seems like everyone has a set UGW but i dont. i feel most compelled towards the number 73lbs, which is the bmi of my LW (15.3). i dont think that bmi is low enough for me though, i'll figure out when i get there.

ive gotten close to that weight a couple times, but ultimately something always happens and i emotionally binge or whatever. no clue about timing.

day 15: are you vegan or vegetarian? if so, has this helped you lose weight? if not, would you consider turning vegan or vegetarian?

ive had lengths of time where ive been pescetarian (vegetarian + fish), it never helped me lose weight.

at this time in my life im not able to limit my diet to that degree, but i heavily support the lifestyle for ethical and environmental reasons. if i move out id likely try veganism.

day 16: when did you first decide to lose weight?

i began obsessively weighing myself at 7, and started to learn purging around 9/10. it wasnt ever something i was serious about, but at 12 i discovered the online ana community andddd... it really just brought out that part of me. so id say 12 is where it officially began, but ive had it in me since 7.

day 17: do you have an eating disorder?

never officially diagnosed but i dont think most people here are. yes, anorexia nervosa.

day 18: what food is your weakness?

i dont restrict what type of food i eat, as long as its under my limit. but my real weakness is food other people give me... i cant resist it regardless of the calories and it makes me feel so dumb. they dont even have to be in the room! it could just be takeout, they dont even have to be the one to cook it!

day 19: when is the last time you ate fast food?

i cant even remember, i almost never eat it since i dont like it. the grease and the oils coat my mouth and throat and it feels so disgusting.

taco bell cinnamon twists are bomb though.

day 20: favorite diet?

the special k diet is funny (literally just eat special k) but i always lose a lot of weight when i do cereal-based diets like that.

day 21: what are your clothing sizes?

ehhhh,,, i dont wear fitting clothes and everything is baggy, do usually womens small or sometimes xs.

my measurements are quite small (26bust, 23waist, 28hip IIRC?) so im below a 00 in most charts ive seen. unfortunately thats just my general size due to my height, im not as thin as people imagine from that by any means.

day 22: what was your lowest weight? when and how did you gain?

73lbs at 12, my height didnt change since then lmao. i experienced some trauma right after getting to that weight, which led to me binging myself back up to 90lbs.

day 23: did the media play a role in your wanting to lose weight?

i think it was more personal experiences rather than the media, however the media likely did contribute once i had already established my disordered eating.

day 24: how do you feel about the terms pro-ana/pro-mia

it depends on the context. in the original meaning, it just meant a space where you could discuss your disorder without actively working towards recovery. i support that heavily.

nowadays, where it usually means people promoting ana/mia as some pretty dainty "lifestyle", fucking ew. what is wrong with you people. i understand wanting to romanticize your disorder (and find others who do the same), but i draw the line at genuinely thinking that disordered eating makes you "better" than others, or whatever bullshit they try to say.

day 25: have you ever purged? if so, describe your first experience.

i have purged in the past, but due to my disability (day 8) i typically cant vomit anymore no matter what i try. the muscle just isnt strong enough anymore to contract that violently.

first experience was harrowing lmao, i had had a bowl of instant ramen and was hallucinating as i was purging it. everything else was so distracting, i dont really remember anything about the actual purging itself.

day 26: what excites you most about reaching your UGW?

the first time i got to my LW, i just remember feeling so giddy and proud and i want that again and again.

day 27: how do you deal with being around food?

if i eat it, im not longer around it... i just have zero self control.

day 28: do you want that gap between your legs? why?

i guess so. its something a lot of people are envious of, and i knew i was happy when i had it in the past.

day 29: your definition of beauty.

this is going to sound "wrong" from an anorexic person, but chubby people. i dont have a fetish for it, i have slept with average people without problem, but i dont think i could date someone who wasnt at least bmi 23... ive found that bmi 25-27 is the sweet spot though.

i just think theres something so attractive about it regardless of gender. like hell yeah thick arms and round stomachs and back rolls. fuck yeah.

day 30: 10 facts about you! and now, what are your stats?

oh god what is this, an interrogation? not saying stats since im doing this in one go.

i draw (hobbyist, nowhere near professional)

i collect animal bones and general knick knacks

garfield and miku are my favorite characters

i tap on everything

i wanted to be a veterinarian as a kid

favorite animals are polar bears and hammerheads

my grandmother wanted me to be named tapestry (what??)

i have dyscalculia

i enjoy making cookies

i can barely whistle

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As an autistic individual myself, I am interested in the intersection of neurodiversity and various identities.

You've mentioned that you identify as a Norse Pagan. I'm curious about how your spiritual beliefs intersect with your neurodivergent experience. Do you find that your autistic identity informs or impacts your spiritual practice in any way?

(Tw for discussions of trauma, religion, etc.)

Sorry for the late-ish response! I've been working on this post a little everyday to make sure I write it how I want it.

I dont think that my autism has impacted my religion or spirtual experiences/beliefs, but my brain as a whole does. (Update: It actually did influence it quite a bit. I'm realizing this after writing this post. So, uh, thank you for helping me realize something that I find quite interesting!)

When I was a kid, I was raised in christianity. I was very religious. I prayed everyday, I had a cross in my room, etc.

But heres the thing: I have OCD. A few different types, but out of those, one of them is religious OCD.

Most of my praying ages late 8-12 was done purely out of fear. At that point I wasnt even really a Christian, I was just really afraid, which really impacted how I viewed religion. I HATED conversation about it because it felt scary and icky to me.

I didn't understand why people would ever want to talk about it. It felt like a very private topic for me, so I figured people who go out of their way to talk about it must be trying to get extra "good points" with god (maybe that bit was caused by autism, actually.).

During that time, I would go through little phases of a month or so at a time in which I would try to "swing the opposite direction". This was around age 10-11. I was developing an intense anger toward the church, and I just wanted to be the opposite of they were, whatever that meant. Because I didn't want to think about religion (due to anxiety around it), I really didn't know what many religious labels actually meant because researching them made me very uncomfortable, so I briefly identified as a satanist (this would be on and off during ages 10-11.) despite really not knowing what that meant. I think I just wanted a way to separate myself from the church as much as possible.

A few months after I turned 12, I felt a really strong urge to research paganism out of nowhere (I didnt even know what "pagan" meant, I just suddenly felt the need to know things about it. It was very random.). It started sort of as a special interest (Maybe autism did influence me more than I thought! Interesting.), and so I would look into a lot of different branches of paganism, focusing most of my research around hellenistic paganism.

A few weeks after this, I had a very interesting experience which I now believe to have been a sign from Freyja (I dont want to go into specifics. It was personal and I want to keep that special to me. I might later, but for now it's just mine. Just know it was a very beautiful thing from her.). DIRECTLY following this event (Maybe an hour or two later), I felt another urge to research things, but this time to be looking into the Norse Gods/Goddesses (which I'd never even heard of at that point.).

At that point I ended up converting to paganism. It was an extremely sudden decision, but it made sense to me.

No matter what religion I had been apart of before, I always felt anxiety and guilt, causing me to try and fix things by becoming excessively religious again in a Christian way. But from the moment I became pagan, I just never had that ever again. It's been the only religion I've ever felt fully safe in.

It's obviously been quite a while since then, and I'm obviously still a Norse Pagan.

Whilst I now love all the gods and goddesses, Freyja will always be especially special to me.

At this point I have worked with: Freyja, Loki, Odin, Beyla, and Njord.

Now, I also think its important to mention another part of my brain that impacts my religious experience: I am in a system.

Nearly all of us identify as Norse Pagans, but we have a few Agnostics as well, a few Eclectic Pagans, an Atheistic Satanist, and a Theistic Satanist.

The primary religious identity within our system is Norse Paganism, with the majority of individuals identifying as followers of this belief system. Due to this, we say we are a Norse Pagan! We are also okay with just being called "Pagan" on it's own, though.

#tw religious trauma #tw religion #tw religious guilt #tw religious mention #religion tw #obsessive compulsive disorder #ocd #actually ocd #religious ocd #norse pagan #eclectic pagan #paganism #theistic satanism

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bluestar22x · 4 months

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Chapter 8

Baby Fever - Chapter 8

Series Summary: It all started with a classic case of baby fever

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!(Wife)Reader

Rating: 18+ Series

Warnings: Slight angst/anxiety, some fowl language, plenty of fluff

Word Count: 2,000 (ish)

Author's Note: This one took a lot of pondering to figure out what to write, but it came to me all at once so I got this typed up pretty fast. It's another slightly angsty but later fluffy chapter.

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You'd never been big on parties, at least not ones centered around you. Even as a child, you'd found yourself blushing when your family sang you happy birthday or when they made a big deal out of your graduations (8th grade, high school, and college). You weren't a super shy person, but you didn't like being the center of attention when in a large group.

It wasn't any different with your baby shower. If anything it was worst. At twenty-eight weeks pregnant, the beginning of your third trimester, you were starting to feel huge, and that day you were feeling particularly achy and moody. You loved your family, but you spent most of the party grinning and baring it, putting on a show for their sakes.

It didn't help your mother and sister had surprised you with it, only telling Marcus to bring you and drop you off at your mother's house at nine in the morning on that day. If you'd had a say you'd have made it so everyone could be there, including Marcus, but since your mom had taken a large roll in the planning of it the celebration was traditional in every sense of the word - meaning no boys allowed.

Normally you wouldn't have been too bothered by being separated from Marcus for a few hours, you still worked full time after all, but the mood swings you'd been having recently meant that sometimes you were really clingy to him, and that was the feeling you had that day. You just wanted to go home and curl up in his arms.

On top of that, getting baby gifts from your family really brought home that you were just a few months away from having your baby, already. Despite the roller coaster ride that your pregnancy had been at times, it had flown by, and you felt overwhelmed by how much you still had left to do before the baby arrived.

You'd survived your baby shower, but by the time your aunts and cousins left you were exhausted and more than a little anxious to get home.

Your sister offered to bring you home after your last aunt left at three, and helped you load your parents' car up with all the gifts you'd gotten. Once everything was packed in you shared a final hug with your mom who told you, knowingly, to get some rest.

"When are you going back home?" you asked your sister on the way out of your parents' driveway.

"I'm going to be on an early flight tomorrow morning," Emily replied.

"How's Aaron doing alone with Henry?"

Emily had come to Washington D.C. without her little family this time.

"Henry just started potty training so I can imagine it's been an interesting couple of days," she said with a chuckle, "But Aaron's been an amazing dad so I don't think I'll be walking into a horror show when I get back, hopefully."

"Was it hard leaving Henry for two days?" you inquired curiously.

She sighed. "More than you could imagine. He's growing up so fast. I'm afraid when I get back I'll find a teenager in my house."

You snorted. "That's a little dramatic, Em. But I think I can kind of relate on that part. It feels like just weeks ago, not months, that I found out I was pregnant."

"How are you feeling about that?" she quizzed. "You seemed kind of off today."

It was your turn to sigh. "I'm just in a mood today, and you know how much I love parties -"

"Sorry -"

"It's okay," you assured her. "I appreciate you and mom throwing it for me. I promise, I do. And the gifts will really help out. There's so much to buy for a new baby, you know that, and now I can cross off like ninety-nine percent of the items off my list. It'll be less stressful in the long run."

"The thing is, it reminded me how close I am to being a mother and how I don't feel as prepared as I thought I'd feel by now," you admitted.

"Oh, sis," Emily said with a sympathetic tone, "They say no one's ready for a reason. You can only prepare for parenthood so much. Most of it is learn as you go, especially since each baby is unique. You probably won't understand her at all at the beginning, and that's going to be tiring and stressful, but it gets better, and you will get there."

You curled an arm around the underneath of your swollen belly and nodded, feeling a little better at her honesty. "Thanks, I needed to hear that. There's still a part of me that's going to continue fret about all I need to do before though."

"That's only natural," she told you. "Just remember you aren't alone. Aaron was a big help. I'm sure Marcus has and will be as well. That man's always stuck to your side whenever I see you together; I'm surprised he didn't insist on staying."

You laughed. "Yeah. He's been great. I couldn't ask for a better partner. I never thought a man could be so attentive before him."

Emily smiled warmly. "I'm so happy you found him, sis. Especially since that led to my little niece."

You rubbed your baby bump as a smile also graced your face. "I am too."

Marcus was approaching the car even before your sister had it in park in your driveway, having probably been watching out for it.

He stood by your door as you got out and gave you a peck on the cheek before shutting it behind you.

"Did you enjoy the party?" he questioned.

"It wasn't bad," you answered honestly. "I wish you could've been there though."

"I was banned from entering the house," he told you.

You rolled your eyes. "That's my mother for you." You loved her, but she was a stickler for traditions, whether they were outdated or not.

His eyes registered the stuffed back seat and his eyebrows shot up. "We might need a bigger room for the baby."

You chuckled. "My family has never been stingy on gifts. Especially for babies. I don't think we'll have to buy much. There's some stuff in there I'd never even thought about getting. Never saw them on any of the essentials-to-buy lists online."

"Those are never complete," Emily huffed as she glanced over to you both. "Trust me, you'll need it all."

She made her way to the trunk and started filling her arms with items, handing you some lighter ones as she did so, while Marcus took on the heavier objects. Between the three of you the car was unpacked in fifteen minutes and all the gifts were cluttered in the center of what used to be the spare guest room.

Marcus had been busy while you were at the baby shower evidently, having put a layer of fresh paint on the walls - a lovely shade of yellow you had chosen out with him a week before at the nearest hardware store. It reminded you of the sun at sunrise.

"The paint looks great," you told him after your sister had left to return to your parents' house. "I thought you were going to wait until my dad could help you though?"

"I had nothing else to do today, and I figured hey, I have an art degree, I should be able to paint a few damn walls by myself," he explained.

"In art history," you pointed out with a laugh.

He shrugged. "No matter."

You grinned. "You're right. It doesn't matter. And thank you."

"No need to thank me," he said, pulling you into his embrace and kissing your temple. "I want to do whatever I can for you and the baby, which really isn't all that much. This feels like the least I can do."

"You help more than you think," you told him, resting your head against his expansive shoulder. "But I know how you can contribute more."

He gave you his full attention and you smiled at him before gesturing at the closet. "Get in there and clear it out. We're going to need the storage space."

"So bossy," he teased as he parted from you to follow the order.

"You like that."

"True."

An hour later the nursery's closet had gone from being filled with random items you and Marcus rarely used to being stuffed with baby clothes, toys, and diapers. Lots of diapers.

Most of the stuff he'd taken out you decided could go in the basement, but there was one item you'd insisted you would find space upstairs for - Marcus' old bass guitar.

He'd once been in a band with his college buddies, had played bass and even sang back up vocals a little, but once he'd graduated he had all but retired from playing. He'd played for you a few times while you were dating, but most days it sat around collecting dust.

Despite this, there was no way you were going to have him get rid of it or hide it in an even easier spot to forget about it. You loved that Marcus could play an instrument. Having a boyfriend who was in a band would've been your dream come true as a teen. You were still kinda bummed you hadn't met him back when his band was active.

At least you could still have a private show on occasion.

"Play something for me," you demanded, shoving the instrument at him after the nursery was mostly organized.

He obliged you without any protest, setting up everything he needed to get the bass guitar in working order, and sat down in the rocking chair your mother had gifted you last month.

He began to pluck at the strings with his thick fingers and you leaned against the wall as you listened carefully to the music he was making. The beat sounded familiar and you wanted to take a guess at what song he was covering.

After thirty seconds or so, you were pretty sure you'd figured it out, but you waited until the end of the song to guess, beaming at him as he gently placed the guitar on the floor beside his leg. "Was that Everything Little Thing She Does Is Magic?"

He smiled back up at you. "It is, though I slowed it down a bit."

"The Police," you hummed, stepping towards him. "My man has great tastes."

"That's what you say every time I play," he said with a smirk.

"It's true every time." Marcus was a classics kind of guy, and you were good with that.

Your knees brushed his and he spread his legs so you could stand between them. He met your eyes as you did so, and his hands traveled up your blue maternity jeans to your waist, where he fanned his right one out over your firm swell. He soothed the area then bent forward to kiss the center of it, and your heart soared watching him make the soft gesture. You raked a hand through the hair at the back of his head, basking in the moment.

When he lifted his head again he gently guided you away from him so he could stand and kiss you sweetly on the lips. "I'll go start dinner."

"You don't have to do that," you protested. "You've worked all day."

"You've been busy too," he pointed out before kissing you again, "And you know I like to make a fuss."

That he did, and you were too tired to argue against something that was deeply embedded in his nature.

"Fine, but I'm making tomorrow's meals."

"Deal."

And with that, he led you down the hall to the couch before setting to his cooking task.

It wasn't until he called for you to come eat (pancakes of course) that it occurred to you how fitting the lyrics of the song he'd chosen to play was for him.

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lynderman · 2 years

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𝙒𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨 (Finbin)

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Pairing: Finney Blake x Robin Arellano

Date Published: 8/26/22

Word Count: 2,784

Description: Robin knew he never stood a chance against Donna.

(Based of the song 'Heather' by Conan Gray)

(I'm also aging them up to like, 15-16 in this.)

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I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater.

The chatter of Vance talking about his latest fight seemed to fade out of Robin's perspective as he skimmed the cafeteria. He was looking for Finney again. He had promised he would sit with him today. It was been a solid 15 minuets since lunch started, but he was nowhere to be found. That was until he saw Donna walk in through the doors, Finney trailing beside her. Vance's chatter faded fully, as did everything else in Robin's perspective.

He saw Donna wearing Finney's 'NASA' sweater.

You said it looked better on me than it did you.

An all too familiar feeling of Betrayal hit Robin like a brick. He sighed, figuring out where Finney had been for the past half hour. Probably with Donna. Under the bleachers. Again. Finney never took Robin there anymore. Not after Donna came into the picture. Now it was all her. Everything Finney did was with her. And not him. It wasn't fair. Finney just replaced him like it was nothing! Did all those sleepovers not mean anything to him? Robin defending him from Moose and Matty? Did the kiss-

"Hey, Robin!"

Robin looked up from his sandwich and at Vance as he kicked his shoe beneath the table. Vance motioned to his left side. There Finney stood! But with Donna. "Hey Robin." Finney smiled at him as he took a seat next to Vance. "How's it going?" Donna asked. Robin didn't reply to either of them. He just looked back to his half eaten sandwich. He often found it hard to look either of them in the eyes.

Only if you knew how much I liked you.

The conversation picked up again, but without Robin. He didn't feel like putting into the effort with it anymore. Anytime Donna was around, everyone's attention focused on her. 'Everyone', meaning Finney's. It still didn't make a difference though. Not to Finney either.

But I watch your eyes as she walks by.

Robin would occasionally look up to steal small glances at Finney. But, he never seemed to look back. He was purely infatuated with her. The way Finney looked at her like she hung the stars herself. He used to look at Robin that way. "Robin, you okay?"

What a sight for sore eyes. Brighter than the blue sky.

He looked up again to see Donna staring at him with one eyebrow risen. "I think she meant to ask if your sandwich is okay-" Bruce mumbled, pointing to the mess in his hands. The sandwich was squished flatly, the insides pouring out. Mumbling something under his breath, he stood up and grabbed his water bottle. But not before looking at Finney again.

He doesn't know why he expected him to be looking back anyways.

She's got you mesmerized while I die.

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"Robin, that's not the right order. It goes: Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars. Earth is before Mars. Not after." Finney laughed, looking down at Robin's notes. Robin didn't care about the order of the planets. In fact, he already knew them. He just wanted an excuse to be around Finney again.

They had originally planned to just study for a few hours at Robin's house. It turned into the pair going to the drive in, then going to Robin's house. It had gotten pretty late, so Robin offered to let him stay the night.

After a long-ish phone call with his dad, Finney excitedly told Robin he could.

The two of them were now sitting on Robin's bed, going over their Astronomy class notes. It was more or less Finney asking explaining things Robin didn't know, then proceeding to ask him if he understood what he was saying. He always answered 'yes', but he didn't have a clue.

Robin could only stare at the brunette as he made excessive hand motions as he talked. He thought it was cute. The way Finney got so excited when he spoke about space. His little hand movements, mapping out the constellations he knew (even if they weren't outside). He found any and everything about Finney amazing.

"Robin!" A small 'Huh?" left Robin's lips before he felt his hair lift up. Finney scooted further onto his bed, Robin's blue bandana in hand. "Finn, what was that for?" Finney smiled at him. "You aren't paying attention to anything I say. So you can have it back when you-" Robin turned his body, reaching for his bandanna. Finney knew he would, so he quickly moved and switched hands. "I'll start paying attention, I swear!" Finney shook his head. A smile crept onto Robin's face as he Got onto his mattress fully. Before Finney could say anything, Robin lunged at him.

"Give it back!"

"No way!"

The two played a game of cat and mouse for a few moments as they wrestled. It consisted of Robin trying to grab his item, and Finney rolling over and laughing at him. Robin eventually succeeded and had Finney's Wrists in his hands. They were both out of breath and laughing. Although the laughing stopped when Finney opened his eyes.

He looked at Robin above him. He couldn't have been more than 6 inches from his face, his breath colliding with his own. The two held eye contact for what seemed like an eternity. Had Robin always been this pretty? Especially without the bandana, as it showed his face in greater detail. "I won Finn. Now, give me my-" Robin was cut off when Finney pressed his lips against his.

Why would you ever kiss me?

Robin felt beyond shocked. I mean sure, he'd thought about kissing Finney before. But he never expected it to actually happen. And if it did, he would be the one initiating it. He couldn't complain though. His shock was cut short though when Finn removed his mouth. He looked back down at him and paused. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I didn't even know if-"

Now it was Robin's turn to cut him off. He gave Him a quick peck again and smiled at him, Finney returning it with a bigger one almost instantly. He ran his hand through Robin's hair, tucking a piece behind his ear.

"Y'know, you're even prettier without your bandana on."

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I'm not even half as pretty.

Robin had stormed out of the cafeteria. Well, no. Not stormed out. More like an over-exaggerated exit. It didn't help he missed the trash can when he tried to throw his water away.

He walked out, not planning where he was going. He just knew he needed to be somewhere where Finney wasn't. Everything seemed to spark all the memories he had of him. The way Finney didn't tutor him anymore because he was out at the diner with Donna. Or how they weren't lab partners anymore. But the worst of it was her in his sweater.

You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester.

It could've been Robin wearing it, but nooooo. He just had to forget it at Finney's house. Hell, it was Robin's sweater now! Finney had given it to him before he left his house the morning after their last sleepover. But that was a while ago. They hadn't had one in so long. Why? Because he was so busy with Donna.

But you like her better.

Donna. Donna. Donna.

Wish I were-

God, Robin despised her. Everything about her. How she was so smart. She always got A's and never needed tutoring like him. She got to hold hand's with Finney. She could display her admiration for him without getting hate-crimed.

Watch as she stands with her, holding your hand.

How the two of them were the ones at the drive in. Sitting in the bed of her dad's truck, a mountain of pillows and blankets piled up. Finney was the one protecting her From the jump scares in movies. Since when did he even go see horror movies?!

Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder.

If robin hadn't gotten into so many fights, she wouldn't have even come into the picture! She was a goody- two-shoes who wouldn't hurt a fly. Robin drifted away because he was defending Finney! From all the bullies and assholes. He was getting beat up for him. To make sure he didn't have to endure anymore suffering. But now it was Robin who was suffering.

But how could I hate her? She's such an angel. But then again, kinda wish she were dead as she-

But Robin didn't despise her. No, he could never. He was just jealous. Although, there's no way he could ever admit that to anyone. He was jealous because Finney chose her. He envied how he wasn't embarrassed to be seen with her. She wasn't a delinquent like him. But that wasn't relevant. It was relevant because they wouldn't get weird stares from people. Mainly because she was a girl and Finney a guy. But when 2 guys walked hand in hand?

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Robin tried to get away from Finney. Physically that is. But he couldn't mentally. Out of a routine, he ended up walking behind the bleachers. The same spot he had met Finney at for the first time. Old habits die hard.

He'd lost track of time after the football team finished up their practice. All he knew was that he missed periods 5-8. Detention didn't matter right now. All that did was that he could clear his mind. It seemed to work for a bit until he heard footsteps round the corner near him. "Hey Robin. What's happening?"

Robin turned to see Finney standing between a pole and the fence, a few feet away from him. He was quick to stand up and begin to walk away. Robin didn't like confrontation, if that wasn't already obvious. He heard Finney calling out to him, but that only made him walk quicker. He eventually stopped when he felt a hand wrap around his wrist.

Finney turned his shoulders and let go of his wrist. "Robin, please. Can we just talk?" It took every bone in Robin's body to say no. The urge to treat Finney how he did him was overwhelming. But he couldn't. Not with the way Finney looked so upset. The small frown on his face, and the way his body was slumped. "Yeah, sure." He should've thrown himself against the bleachers for saying yes. Not going back under to talk to Finney.

He sat down on the grass, Finney only mere inches from him. He still couldn't look him in the eyes. "Robin, what's wrong? You've been acting different lately. You're never in Chemistry or Astronomy anymore. You're rarely in the cafeteria. You never call. You're just so distant." He couldn't hold back the scoff that left his lips.

"Me?" He finally looked Finney in the eyes. "Yes..?" Robin shook his head. "You think I'm the one being distant? That's fucking rich, Finney." He chuckled. "If anyone's being 'distant', It's you." He said, pressing his index finger into Finney's chest. "Me?" He sounded offended. "Yes, you. What other friends do I have? Oh wait, none. That is, if you even still consider us friends."

"What'd you mean?? There's Bruce and Billy, who go with you to the movies, Griffin who tutors you, and Vance who sits with you at lunch!" He paused, thinking about Robin's last sentence. "But we are friends. Best friends!" "Would a best friend ditch me for some girl?

Finney stopped avoiding eye contact and looked Robin in the eye. "What?" "What'd you mean: 'What'? Oh, don't act stupid. You of all people shouldn't put on that facade. It doesn't look good on you." Robin glanced down at Finney's left wrist. "Neither does my fucking bandana." Robin spat.

He quickly slipped it off, leaving Finney in shock momentarily. "Is this about Donna? Because I-"

"OF COURSE IT'S ABOUT DONNA!"

Robin shouted, making Finney flinch slightly. By now Robin was standing up again, his hands thrown in the air. "Who else would it be about? Surely not me. Because you seemed to shut me out of you life!" There was a clap of thunder, followed by lighting striking nearby.

She's got you mesmerized while I die.

Finney wasn't able to get a word out before Robin continued.

"Everything's about Donna now! Donna this, Donna that! I can't fucking escape her. She's everywhere I go, or all anyone talks about. Especially you. You're so obsessed with her! You follow her around like you're on some kind of leash. I'm never in class because she took my seat. She took my lab partner." He pointed to Finney. "I never go to the movies because you take her instead of me. You haven't even invited me to one in weeks. I'm never in the cafeteria because you never show up anymore. So why should I bother? You're probably off sucking faces with her. And I don't call because you're never home. Why're you never home? Because you're at Donna's house. I don't bother to call because you never give me a fucking second glance! All you can do is stare at Donna. Why don't you look at me like that anymore, huh?" Finney watched Robin go on and on until he asked the question, his voice cracking. He stood up and took a step closer to him. The rain began to pour heavily on the football field.

"What happened Finn? What happened to us? To what we had? Has everything I've done for you meant nothing? All the times I took punches for you and then beat them senseless? How I would take you home to make sure you weren't too beat up? How I would drive you everywhere? Our tutoring sessions? My bandanas? My sweater? Finney sighed. "Don't tell me this is because you saw her in my-"

"What about this kiss, Finney?"

Silence.

Finney couldn't find the words to say to Robin. All he did was stare at him, until he heard a sniffle. Water droplets stained their clothing. Robin stood looking at the ground, crying. In the Years Finney had known him, he'd never once seen Robin Arellano cry. He walked over to him, taking his hands in his own.

"Why-" Robin hiccuped, gripping Finney's hands. "Why would you ever kiss me? Just to mess with my head? Just to test something out? Use me as a decoy until you could get it right with Donna? Was that it?" Finney bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from crying as well.

I'm not even half as pretty.

"Finney, you gave her the sweater. My sweater. Do you just give it out to everyone you fuck with?" "Robin, it's just polyester." That seemed to made Robin cry even harder. Finney hated this. The way he knew it was all his fault. He knew he broke Robin's heart. Why? Because he didn't want Robin to break his first.

He couldn't find the right words to say to him. He didn't know how he was supposed to react.

Finney took one of his hands and cupped it around Robin's cheek, Robin putting his own over Finney's. Finney knew the consequences that would come from his action, but he didn't care. He kissed Robin again. Only this time, Robin didn't return it. Finney could feel his tears run down his face, mixing with the rain; making his own hand wet.

Robin was the one to pull away now.

He looked at Finney. His eyes watery and red. Squeezing his hand, he gave Finney the now soaking bandana back to him. They stood like that for a moment. Hand in hand in the pouring rain. The same way they met. Everything seemed to freeze for them both. Until Robin broke the silence.

"You like her better, Finn. I just wish I were her."

Those were the last words Robin said before turning on his heels and walking away, leaving Finney in the heinous rain. Robin walked around the corner, towards the park. He hoped no one would notice him crying. Praying to whatever god that people would think it was just the rain.

Finney looked down at the boy's bandana in his hands, gripping it with all his strength. The only strength he didn't have was to follow Robin. He knew he fucked up. He just lost the best relationship he'd ever had. Whether it was platonic or romantic.

Each boy was the love they'd both try over and over again for. Even if it left them both without one another.

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#lowkey crying rn #the black phone #gay #tbp #angst #oneshot #robinsrelic #Finney Blake #Robin Arellano #finbin #rinney #finney x robin #robin x Finney #donna the black phone #gay gay gay homosexual gay

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📌 How deeply do you develop your characters’ sexual preferences and history? Is it all planned out, or are you throwing darts?

🙌 What is, in your opinion, the best sex scene you’ve ever written? Best is subjective here—sexiest, most emotional, well-written, etc. It means anything you want it to mean!

🤝 Have you written any non-sexual or platonic kink scenes before?

~ @void-botanist

thank you for asking!! <3

📌 How deeply do you develop your characters’ sexual preferences and history? Is it all planned out, or are you throwing darts?

honestly it depends on the story and the character. for most characters, i actually do a lot of it on the fly/throwing darts because (as much as i love sex) a lot of my wips don't have sex as a MAJOR plot point that i need to plan out, so i only think about it when i feel like it or i wanna do something sexy.

paramour and the fall of galere universe in general is different because esp in book 1 with hya & amon sex IS a major plot point. so i did a LOT more work than i've ever done kind of developing out sexual preferences and histories esp for hya and amon :)

🤝 Have you written any non-sexual or platonic kink scenes before?

nah never done it. its just not really my thing personally, but i think it's cool when other people do it! (like @henrike-does-writing-sometimes when they've written anruh and ruben in that predator/prey scene that was so GOOD. obsessed with it tbh).

🙌 What is, in your opinion, the best sex scene you’ve ever written? Best is subjective here—sexiest, most emotional, well-written, etc. It means anything you want it to mean!

another scene that i really really like is actually a curveball one that i haven't ever talked about but me and my partner yves have a Lot of OCs and two of our characters, kameko and densetsu, eventually end up in a literal like 7-8 person polycule with the empress (mei) and others. however, they were each other's first times when they were like 18-20-ish when everyone was in the "feelings are a complicated mess" stage, before they actually all figured everything out and got together with their respective 'main partners' plus everyone else. it's actually kind of long and i wanna edit it a bit before i post it, but i don't mind sharing that little scene in the next like. hour or so LMAO. but i come back to it a lot because i love the banter kame and deni have, and i feel like i really portrayed how tumultuous kameko's mind was at the time (because very long story short, she has very low self esteem at this point in her life, in part because she doesn't know she's bigender, in part because of her tragic backstory tm among other things and this is also before yves and i added more info to the backstories, such as kameko and her brother/cousin being dragons etc etc) but yeah. they're funny and i love their dynamic so i find myself rereading that scene often.

#about renjamin

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Pairing: brat tamer-ish!Jungkook x f reader Word Count: 2k Warnings: EXPLICIT CONTENT- MINORS DNI. Brat tamer JK (he’s a whole warning alright?), mild choking, begging (I warned you), oral sex (f receiving), mentions of not eating enough but reader is okay, mild biting, nipple play, hair pulling (jk looooves it), kind of a cliffhanger ending but not really? let me know if there’s anymore warnings I should add! Summary: Your relatively new boyfriend shows you a different side of himself that you can’t get enough of. A/N: Alright guys, JK’s live from Wednesday had me all fucked up and welp… it inspired this. Excuse the formatting, written on mobile 🤷🏻‍♀️

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“That’ll do it for tonight. Thanks everyone, see you tomorrow,” your manager said as he locked the door behind you and your coworkers as you left work for the night. You said your goodbyes to everyone as you headed to your car to go home, feet sore and back aching from your long Friday night shift at the bar you called home. You had worked there for five years and enjoyed bartending. It was never meant to be a permanent gig, but you fell in love with how fun and easygoing the job was, so you stayed.

You got in your car and checked your phone for the first time that night. The clock read 2:30 AM, and you had a few texts from your boyfriend, Jungkook. You had been seeing him for three months now, and things were going great. He was a regular at the bar, and had always been friendly and tipped well every time you served him. He was also a huge flirt. He was cute, so you didn’t mind. One night he had (somewhat) drunkenly asked for your phone number, and you figured, why not? The rest, as they say, was history.

8:08 PM Jungkook: can I see you this weekend?

1:32 AM Jungkook: facetime me when you’re off work? xx

You smiled to yourself and hit the ‘call’ button to FaceTime him like he’d asked. He picked up right away, unsurprisingly. He was a night owl, so he was always awake into the wee hours of the morning on his days off.

“Hi baby. How was work?” he asked you with a big grin on his face. You watched as he shook his shaggy hair out of his face, slowly tucking one side of his hair behind his ear.

“It was good. Long, but good. I’m ready to get home and crash though,” you said, stifling a yawn.

“You work all weekend again?”

“Yeah, Nina needed the night off Sunday so I’m covering. I miss you,” you replied, looking at him with your signature puppy eyes. It was a face you knew he loved, proven by the way his eyes lit up when you said it. It had been almost a week since you’d seen each other, and you could feel the distance between you.

“You’re so cute. Did you eat tonight?” he asked you, concerned look on his face.

You shook your head shyly, knowing what he was going to say. He hated when you didn’t take the time to eat when you needed to, but sometimes you were just too busy and forgot.

“Okay, I’m coming over. I’ll bring food,” he said, a mischievous smile on his face. With that, he hung up your FaceTime call, leaving you confused, but excited to see him.

Your drive home was short, since you lived only a few miles from the bar. You pulled into your apartment’s parking lot, seeing that Jungkook had already arrived. He was standing next to his car, leaning against his door, bag of food resting on the top of the car. You smiled as you pulled into the spot next to him, getting out quickly.

“Hi,” you said as he immediately squeezed you into a tight hug. He kissed your temple, then grabbed the bag of food with one hand and your hand with the other, leading the way upstairs to your apartment. You pulled your keys from your purse, unlocked the door, and turned the light on inside. Taking your shoes off at the door, you collapsed on your couch, exhaustion spreading through your whole body.

Jungkook set the bag of food down on your kitchen table, then came to join you on the couch, pulling you to his side, arm resting around your shoulder.

“Haven’t I told you that you need to eat, even when you’re working?” he asked you, lips in a thin straight line.

“Well, yeah. But on weekends the bar is always a shitshow and I can never get away to eat anything. That’s just how it is,” you said with a shrug.

“You’re too stubborn for your own good, you know that?” Jungkook asked you with a sly laugh.

“Eh, it’ll be alright. I usually come home and eat a snack and then go right to bed.”

“You’re such a brat,” he said. Just then, you noticed the light in his eyes change. The irises became darker, clouded. You watched as he played with his lip ring, gently pulling it into his mouth with his tongue and letting it go soon after. You couldn’t help but stare as he did it. He was just so damn attractive.

“Why does it matter?” you asked, playing into whatever he was going for with the question.

“You need to learn to listen better,” he warned.

Suddenly, the arm that was around your shoulders moved, you were pushed down to a horizontal position on the couch, and Jungkook was towering over you with a smirk on his face. Whatever this was, was incredibly hot.

His right hand trailed up your stomach and chest to your neck, hand closing around your throat gently. You gulped, looking down at all his tattoos on full display, mouth watering. If he could turn you on this much with just that small gesture…

Then he was leaning into you, enclosing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. You melted into his mouth, allowing him to take the lead like he so desperately wanted. Within seconds, his tongue was darting out, dragging along your lower lip, and you gave him access to your mouth. Your tongues dragged together slowly as you kissed, your body heating up under his touch. His entire weight was resting on you now, his other hand having moved to tangle his fingers in your hair. You felt your legs fall open as he used his knee to push them apart, taking his place between your legs.

You felt the fingers around your neck grip a little tighter, causing a small gasp to escape your lips. He pulled away from kissing you, laughing quietly, almost mocking you. His lips moved to your ear, kissing below it and whispering, “is this okay?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, feeling the wetness pool between your legs as his hot breath tickled your neck. With that, he began kissing down your neck, moving his hand slightly to create a pathway for his mouth.

When he got to your collarbone, he stopped, reaching down to pull the hem of your shirt up and over your head. You leaned up to help him, the shirt coming off easily, and he reached behind you to unclasp your bra, throwing it on the floor.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, eyes not leaving yours. He went back to your collarbone, seemingly to pick up where he left off, but instead of warm kisses, you felt a sharp but tolerable pain. He had bitten you. You looked down at him, a small moan coming out, and he chuckled again. He kissed the spot he’d bitten, then made his way further down to your chest, taking one breast in his tattooed hand, squeezing gently. His lips reached your other breast, and suddenly his mouth was around your nipple, tongue flicking at it gently. You whined, back arching up to bring yourself closer to him. He smirked, nipple still in his mouth as he began sucking the way he knew you enjoyed, his wet tongue tracing around it slowly.

“Ah, Jungkook…” you whined, your hand moving to his hair, entangling your fingers in it, beginning to tug on it. His hair was the perfect length for you to pull, which he loved. Both of his hands ran down your sides, resting on your waist as he continued licking and sucking on your nipple. He switched sides, leaving your skin covered in goosebumps from the sudden change in temperature. You heard a snapping noise as he undid the button of your jeans, slowly dragging his fingertips along the waistband of your panties underneath. You shivered; his touch, there, gave you chills you couldn’t explain.

Jungkook stopped his assault on your senses, pulling away from your breasts with a devilish grin on his face, kissing the middle of your chest lightly as he began working his way lower. His hair fell to your stomach, tickling your skin as he kissed his way down, wet lips leaving you breathless every time they touched you. Before you knew it, his mouth was at the waistband of your panties, hands moving to pull your jeans off your hips and onto the floor.

He moved his face lower, mouth hovering over your core, smirking up at you. His warm breaths heated your entire body, leaving you moaning in anticipation. He used one finger to slowly trace along the seam of your panties, then brought his hand to your waistband, tugging the panties off as well.

You were bare in front of him, and he was still fully clothed. How is this fair? Before you could think anymore, his face was buried in your mound, tongue running along your folds. You cried out, overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Jungkook!” you moaned, hand grabbing the couch cushion, trying to ground yourself. He didn’t stop, slowly lapping up your juices as he licked all around your pussy, skipping over your clit each time.

“Jungkook… please,” you breathed out, unable to take anymore of his teasing. He was purposely avoiding your most pleasurable spot, basking in the control he had over you.

“Not such a brat anymore, hm?” he asked, looking up at you with a smirk. He continued, taking slow, gentle licks at your core, still not giving you what you wanted.

“Please,” you gasped. He eyed you, tauntingly moving his hand to your entrance, inserting one finger.

“That’s it. Beg,” he said, chuckling at you as he slowly began pumping his finger in and out of you.

“Please, Jungkook! I need more… I need to cum,” you finally got out, struggling to form a coherent sentence with the hold he had on you.

“There we go. Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he mocked you, inserting two fingers this time. Your body immediately reacted, arching your back with a loud moan.

With that, he buried his face deeper into your mound, licking your clit repetitively while fucking you with his fingers, twisting his wrist so he could get them into the right position to find the spot inside you that always made you fall apart. He found the soft spongy bump, hitting it just the way he knew you liked.

Your moans got louder, and he knew you were close. His rhythm stayed strong, tongue working at your clit while he gripped your thigh with his other hand.

“Jungkook!” you gasped, falling over the edge. You’d had orgasms with him before, but this time was different. Your orgasm came in strong, small waves, coursing through your whole body like nothing you’d ever felt before. Your body shook as he helped you ride your orgasm out, still licking slowly, determined to take you through it.

“Fuck. You’re so hot, you know that?” Jungkook asked as he pulled away from you, coming up to pull you into a sloppy kiss. Your breathing was still heavy, thoughts jumbled, mind a mess.

“So, about the food…” Jungkook asked with a low giggle.

You pulled him back for another kiss.

“It can wait.”

#bts fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook #jeon jungkook #thebtswritersclub

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