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amitlee · 3 years

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Hi, love your writing sm omg! Ugh so can I request number 17 with Ler!Wilbur and what ever Lee you want please I can't decide lmao :)

I feel like I'm ordering food omg I've never done this before tbh

Have a nice day/night :)))

Sweet like Cookies

Summary: Will “scooping Tommy up in a hug and tickling him just coz he was looking cute (all platonic).” According to @fluffallamaful ;)

Warnings: This is a tickle fic! It’s pretty fluffy but there are some intense tickles in it.

This is all platonic!

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Many people would say that having Tommy as a brother would be annoying. Having to grow up with him while he learns right from wrong. Knowing he has the special favoritism that comes with being the youngest child. Begrudgingly having to accept that the gremlin phase wasn’t a phase at all.

But Wilbur would have to disagree. Sure Tommy could be a prick, but it was all a facade. A silly show he put on for the outside world to see. And sometimes, the facade would leak into private times and he could be slightly unbearable. But the kid had his moments.

Take right now for example. Tommy was in the kitchen humming various songs while he baked. He was baking cookies from scratch and had made a mess, he had flour in his hair and god knows what was on the apron loosely tied around his waist.

Will was behind the boy, unbeknownst to him, and was about to comment on the state of the kitchen. He took in a breath and began to speak, “You do realize you’re going to be the one cleaning this up, right?”

Tommy swiftly turned around having been startled by the unexpected voice. Once he realized who it was, he simply turned back to what he was doing. “I’m sure if I leave it for long enough someone else will do it.” He jokingly replied.

Wilbur hummed. “What are you making anyways?” He questioned.

“Well-“ Tommy started, slightly embarrassed of what he was about to admit. “We’ve all been working really hard so I wanted to bake cookies and then we could all decorate them together. Or we could just eat them, I know you guys are busy and I don’t want to make you fall behind.” His rambling trailed off as he turned to face Wilbur, who had an adoring expression on his face.

“Awwww, Tommy!” Will said in a high pitched voice, closing the distance between himself and the boy and scooping him up in a hug. “That would be wonderful Tommy, I’m sure everyone will like it.”

Tommy jokingly grumbled at being fawned over. “Yeah yeah, whatever. Let me go, dickhead.” There was the facade.

Wilbur simply tightened his grip and rested his head on Tommy’s. “I’ll think about it later.”

“Wilburrrrr.” Tommy whined. He began squirming as an attempt to get out of the bear hug he was currently trapped in but fell still as an exaggerated gasp was heard.

“Nuh uh, none of that. It’s against the rules.” Wilbur responded to the attempt at freedom.

“What rules?” Tommy questioned, ignoring what he said and continuing to try and escape.

Will let out a laugh, “The rules, my rules.” He made his ‘rules’ up off the top of his head whenever it benefited him.

“I don’t have to follow any of your dumb rules and you can’t make me!” Tommy said matter-of-factly.

“Can too!” Wilbur replied in the typical older sibling tone before dropping his hands to Tommy’s sides and sporadically squeezing. He watched Tommy try to fold in on himself and hold in any noises that may slip out.

“Come on Toms, just let it out. I know it tickles~” Will drug out the last word dramatically. He was going to be nice, but since Tommy wanted to be stubborn, he decided he would try and make him as flustered as possible.

“It d-doesn’t.” Tommy answered through gritted teeth. He was thankful he wasn’t facing Will, as he couldn’t hold back a large smile.

“No? Well I guess that what happens when you grow up, things change. Don’t worry, we can find all the ways to make it tickle again, how about that?” Will was relentless with his words, his voice was lower than normal but still light in tone.

The hands shifted to pinch at Tommy’s lower ribs instead. This produced a yelp, but nothing more.

Will was very surprised at the willpower Tommy had, usually the boy broke within seconds. But this only spurred Wilbur to try harder.

“So close. You know you can’t hold on forever Tommy, and once you break-“ Will let out a chuckle of his own, “-well, let’s just say I think I’ll have to make up for all this lost laughter.”

Tommy shook his head in his hands, now having to cover his mouth. The promise of being tickled even more caused butterflies to erupt in his stomach and his face to turn hotter. He pondered if he should break now to try and save himself a little, but ultimately remained silent after consideration.

“Not answering is rude Tommy, are you scared that you won’t be able to hold out much longer? We both know the second I go just a little higher that you’ll break. Why not let it all out now? Maybe I’ll spare you a little.” Will pointed out the obvious and gave the boy false hope. At this point, sparing him would be going in for the kill rather than stopping.

Tommy shook his head again and composed himself enough to let out a single word, “Liar.” He said just before having to lightly bite down on his lip to keep from bursting into giggles.

“What did you say?” Wilbur asked incredulously, stilling his hands.

Once said, Tommy just shook his head.

“I think you just called me a liar. Actually, I know you just called me a liar!” Will formed both hands into claws, letting the tips of his fingers and dull nails rest on the sides of Tommy’s lower ribs. They began a steady climb up, wiggling and scratching lightly.

Small titters came flowing out of Tommy’s mouth, soon developing into laughter as Will approached his upper ribs. “Wihihill, plehehease. Look yohohou got mehehe! You wihihin!” Tommy tried to bargain.

Will paused just before his hand reached their destination. “Oh I know I won. But you’re missing something Tommy. Since I won,” He paused and leaned to whisper into the boy’s ear, “-that means you lose.” He dug his fingers into Tommy’s underarms, a well known death spot. His touches were hard but growing up in this family, he knew how to not cause discomfort, just make it tickle like hell.

And tickle like hell it did. Which honestly was a relief for Tommy. After holding back his laughter for so long it felt nice to let loose.

“WIHIHILL PLEhehehease! It tiHiHIHIhickles!” He yelped out. Tommy had always been the type to talk every chance he got, including while being tickled.

“Really? What tickles more, this?” He referred to the current treatment. “Or this?” He lightened the touch on one hand, keeping the other digging into the sensitive spot. The contrasting feelings switched sides at random to keep Tommy guessing.

Tommy took in a breath too fast as in turn, snorted. His blush darkened, knowing Will would coo over it. “WIHIHILL PLEHEHEASE!”

“Awww that was so cute! You should do it again some time. Please what? Tickle you more? Well okay, if you insist!”

“NOHOHO! STOHOHAHAP!” His arms were practically glued to his sides at this point.

Will didn’t stop, but he did slow down quite a bit to give the boy a break. “Hmmm, I think you’ve still got some giggles in you. I’ll tell you what though. If you really are tired we can stop, but if not, we can go for a few more minutes and I’ll go out with a bang. You tell me what you want, boss man.” He offered, still having his brother in a constant state of light giggles.

“I mehehean, I guess yohohou can kehehep going. Just sohohomewhere ehehelse please.” That was as close to asking as Tommy got, and Wilbur was nothing but proud.

The older smiled, “Fine by me.” He moved his hands back down to his sides. “We’ve already gotten these.” He quickly scribbled both sides. “I want to save these for last.” He squeezed both hips, laughing at the high pitched noise Tommy made. “So, I think that leaves this.” He rested a hand on Tommy’s stomach.

“I guehehess.” Tommy giggles out.

Wilbur made quick work of the spot. He kept gentle, knowing that Tommy would need his strength for the sweet spot that was his hips. He spidered over the boy’s stomach, scratched at the sides of the spot, poked around, and even played a game of Round the Garden like a Teddy Bear. Tommy was giggling like a little kid the entire time.

As promised, Wilbur moved onto the next spot. His hips. Tommy was slightly nervous but knew Will wouldn’t take it too far, he was more so excited than anything.

“Ready?” Will teasingly asked, his hands poised over the spot.

Tommy nodded before hiding his face back in his hands. However, his hands came flying down once Will started gently drilling right beside the bone. “WIHIHILL! IHIHITS SOHOhoho bahahad!”

“You’re taking it so well though!” Wilbur reassured. After a few moments, he switched to lightly squeezing the muscle just above the hip bone that contacted it to his side.

Tommy folded in on himself again, it was a completely unfair spot to target in his opinion, but it’s not like he hated it. His laughter began to grow squeakier and Will took it as his que to stop.

Wilbur kept his arms around Tommy to make sure he wouldn’t fall as he regained his composure. When he walked into the kitchen, he hadn’t planned to completely wreck his brother, but plans change.

After Tommy recovered and proper aftercare was received, consisting of lots of praises and a very long, comforting hug, Will stayed with Tommy while he finished making the cookies. When they were in the oven, both boys went to the living room and put on none other than Disney Pixar’s Up.

Later that night, Tommy handed Will a cookie decorated with a single blue feather. A promise for revenge.

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Thank you so much for the prompt! I hope you guys enjoyed it!💕

#mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #tickle fic #lee!tommy #lee!tommyinnit #ler!will #ler!wilbur #dsmpticklefic #dreamsmptickle

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downywrites · 3 years

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If you’re still taking requests.. maybe a t*ckle fight between the members of the sbi? ~🐉

Bird says take this. Maybe good enough, maybe not.

Beta reading? What’s that? Lmao

After a long night out at the nearest village, Philza was, for lack of a better term, tired. Trading with the people was...difficult to say the least. They had been scornful of the way he looked, glancing at his wings scornfully as they spoke about trading. He didn’t fail to notice the way the children were corralled away from him. Whispers floated in the air, long after he had left. And he certainly felt his lengthy trip out. His bones ached with every weary step he took. Every fiber in his body screamed for flight, for the air to be under his wings.

But he could not. It was late in the server and people would mistake him for a phantom at this time of night. He knew better than to take a tumble like last time. But he still thought of the idea anyways, mind distantly attached to the outside world around him. The grass rustled underneath his feet, brush gently rubbing at his ankles. He shivered and suppressed a smile, shaking his head a little bit. The hardcore charm dangling from the top of his hat swung back and forth like a rope attached to a mooring at sea. He grumbled quietly about his predicament. “Why do I have to be so ticklish? Ugh. I really, really want to be home with the others.” He knew his family would call him an old man if they heard him complaining about this. They’d probably mock him for a little, then ask him whether or not they brought back anything for them. His family...his eyes unfocused even more, following the blocks he placed on autopilot.

“What I would give to be home with them right now…” He fluttered his wings excitedly. He sighed a little, snapping himself back into reality. “Now is not the time to doze off. It’s still night-time.” He trekked on, sandals scraping on rocks, sinking into snow, into sand. By the time he had reached the beaten path of their shared home, Philza was barely walking.

He slowly trundled towards his destination, hope flourishing in his chest. The sound of crickets in the nearby pond surrounded him. A singular frog hopped onto a lilypad, blinking and croaking curiously at the winged man. Phil paid no heed to it. It was always there. Out of all the creatures that Wilbur had raised, that one was the one that somehow never got bored of the family. Philza never paid any attention to it. It was Wilbur’s pet, after all.

Eyes glancing towards the door handle, he fumbled for the keys loudly. He cursed slightly at the loud jingling noise it made, hoping he didn’t wake up the lighter sleepers of the family. The door creaked open, blinding him for a moment. He squinted through the light, seeing two familiar shapes sitting at the dining table. A single head popped out of the side of the door, grinning widely. His blonde hair bounced happily. “Phil! Where have you been? It’s been soo loongg-'' Tommy sank to the floor dramatically.

Despite his tiredness, Philza cracked a smile at the youngest of the family. “Wonder where. Were you even listening when I told you?” “Nooo-” Another voice rang out, smooth and melodious. “Jeez, Tommy. This is why nobody loves you in the household.” The blonde pouted, getting up from the floor to go argue with him. The bird hybrid entered the house, sighing gratefully for the cool air within the house. Techno got up from his seat and took a large step in his direction, making him startle a little.

“Hey, mate. How are-” He walked right past him, pink hair flowing in the same direction of his movements. Phil turned around slightly, tilting his head as much as he could in puzzlement. “Why did you...oh.” Technoblade made a small joyful huff, closing the door gently behind the eldest. He looked back at Phil, tail wagging slightly behind him. “Ah. Nonverbal today, I see.” He nodded, floppy ears bobbing up and down. His smile made his eyes scrunch up with its intensity. He walked past him again, pulling out some raw foods and chopping them up quickly. His hands flew over the cutting board quickly, chopping onions and tomatoes with an efficiency that only a trained warrior could muster.

He placed them on the table with a little flourish, before filling a pot with water with the intent of boiling it. The sound of running water and the footsteps of his children made Phil coo happily. His eyes fluttered shut. Feathers fluffed out with contentment, catching a pair of crimson-tinted eyes. Techno purred roughly as he waited for the water to boil. ‘Phil had a long day, huh?’ Before he could control himself, he had gently led Phil to his favorite armchair, settling him down and pushing his wings into the designated holes. If anything, his coos and trills got even louder. He moved away, focus shifting back to the soup. The feeling of someone gripping his tufted tail made him pause.

“Stay with me for a moment, Tech. The pot won’t overboil for a few minutes.” The piglin complied, sitting himself down carefully by his feet. He played with his hoof-hands, ADHD energy begging to be let out somehow. The elder of the two frowned quietly at that. Stretching out a single wing, he angled it to brush ever so slightly against his back. “Preen me, please?” Crimson eyes widened in surprise. He nodded, hair flowing gracefully around his person. As the soft, comforting feeling of someone carding through his wings slowly enveloped his being, he sat back, trilling loudly. He let his eyes shut, sinking into the blissful abyss of rest. Wilbur and Tommy, however, were certainly not resting. The two brothers wrestled playfully, shouting insults at each other with the gusto of a lively duo at a bar. “You fucker, you son of a bitch, you-” “Shut up, Tommy! Old man might be trying to sleep, you dumbfuck.” “Oh, I’ll show you dumbfuck!” They rolled over each other, pushing each other to the ground as much as possible.

Eventually, they rolled close to the doorway of Tommy’s room. With a small push, Wilbur pushed Tommy up to the door, grinning triumphantly. “I won.” The younger of the two scoffed quietly, pushing back with all his strength. Wilbur didn’t budge, irritating smirk plastered on his face. He tucked in his leg to kick him, grinning a little when the musician made a small noise of pain. “Tommy!” “Yeah, Wilbur?” “You little- I’ll get you for that.” Tommy snarked back, smugness twinkling in his eyes. “Get me how, big Dubs?” Wilbur smirked again, but this time it looked a little more wicked. “Oh, Tommy...I think you know how..” He released the younger from the pin. Before he could react, he darted his hands over his sides, scribbling lightly through the thin shirt.

He shrieked in surprise, batting Wilbur’s hands away. “Wihill! What the fuck?” The elder made no inclination of hearing him, moving closer to him like a cat stalking a mouse through the bushes. Tommy backed up as much as he could, eye widening when he hit the door. “Wahahait, cahahan wehehe tahalk abhohout thihis?” “I haven’t even touched you yet, Toms~” His face turned a light shade of pink at the tease. He averted his eyes, trembling in anticipation. The second the boy broke eye contact with him, Wilbur pounced, pinning the boy to the wall and grabbing both of his wrists with one hand. He scribbled his fingers all over the boy’s ribs, making him burst into laughter. Tommy shook his head, already feeling weak from laughing.

“Nohohoho, plehehease! Ihihihi’m sohohohorry!” Wilbur’s fingers rubbed gently between the bones, making him buck slightly. “Sorry doesn’t cut it, Tommy. Who in their right mind decides to kick their brother when they’re pinned? Certainly not someone who wants to say sorry right when their punishment begins.” He poked and prodded his ribs, eliciting little screeches and squeaks from the boy underneath him. His fingers followed the curve of his ribs down to his sides, tracing shapes and scribbling on the sensitive flesh there. Tommy squealed quietly when he shifted to his hips, pinching and drilling at the bones. “Wihihihi- Wihihihil- AHA!”

After a few minutes of being wrecked, Tommy’s eyes welled up with happy tears, shaking his head in hopes that his brother would slow down. The musician slowed down the tickles, then stopped completely, making sure his brother was alright. He pulled away, giving him a little space. The blonde panted for breath, dazed and tickled silly. He gazed affectionately at his brother through half-lidded eyes, a dopey smile painted on his features. Wilbur smiled back at him, warmth blossoming in his heart at the sight. ‘Aww, look at him! He’s so cute!’ His mind cooed at the cute sight of his brother not trying to kill him for once. (And that’s as close as it gets to affection that Tommy would ever willingly give him, as far as he was concerned. That should have been a clue that perhaps the next thing he was going to do was a trap.)

After a minute or two, he snapped out of his daze, pausing to fluff up his hair, then smooth it back down a little bit. He beckoned Wilbur to come closer, arms open. Wilbur gasped in excitement. “Really?” Tommy looked to the side, blushing softly again. “Just come here.” Wilbur eagerly crawled towards him, flopping into the embrace. He tightened his arms around the other, ignoring his protests. He squeezed his eyes shut, basking in the situation and the feeling of Tommy’s arms encircling him. The feeling of someone scrabbling their fingers over his shoulderblades made him giggle. His eyes shot open in surprise. Struggling in Tommy’s grasp, he pushed gently at the younger.

“Yohohou jeheherk!”

Tommy giggled softly in his ear. “Payback, Wilby.”

He scratched softly all over his back, making the taller of the two melt into his arms. “Tohohoms…” “Shh, Wilbur. I want my revenge and you want affection. It’s a win-win.” The musician’s charming little giggles was just as musical as the songs he played in the living room every day. He shifted his hands to scratch gently at the back of his neck with one hand. He squeezed Wilbur’s hip with varying intensities, reveling in the changes of pitch in the other’s laughter.

“Ehehe, Tohohommy...ihihit tihihickles…” He scrunched up his shoulders, giggling louder when Tommy traced shapes into his neck and scratched at his collarbone teasingly. “That’s the whole point, big Dubs.” The sound of hooves and talons stepping on the creaking wooden stairs gave him pause. The sound of Philza’s wedding ring scraping softly on the stairway rails made his hair stand on end a little. ‘Did I wake him up? Oh shit..’ He held his breath as he saw the familiar shapes of the two warriors in the house step into view. “H-Hi?”

“Hello, mate. What was that ungodly noise, hm?” His trepidation reached its peak. Eyes widening to the size of dinner plates, he let go of Wilbur, stuttering apologies. “I’m s-sorry, I’m sorry… sorry, s-sorry, I didn’t m-mean to wake you..” Philza gently scooped up Tommy, holding him from his underarms. He gazed at him with a soft, unfocused gaze, trying to convey to the panicking boy his level of annoyance. When it was obvious the poor kid still thought he was in trouble, he smiled at him a little. “Oh, no, mate. It’s alright. You’re not in trouble.”

Tommy’s muscles relaxed a little, but didn’t fully lose all of their tension. He looked at him with slightly nervous intensity, looking away from him guiltily. A small little squeeze to his underarms and ribs made him squeak. Cheeks burning, he looked back at his father to see a cheeky grin grow on his face. The winged man placed him down on his feet, wings fluffing out playfully. “So, Tommy.” “Y-yeah?” “Run.” Minutes later, the sound of Tommy’s screeching laughter echoed through the house, dissipating in the warm, balmy winds outside. Sitting idly on the lilypad, frogchamp blinked, croaking softly outside the lantern-lit door.

#downywrites #dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #my writing #ler!tommy #lee!tommyinnit #ler!wilbur #lee!wilbur #bruh i am so tired #dragon anon #sfw tickling

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kindastressedbutok · 3 years

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I'mma need a moment to express my feelings about this Dir En Grey fanfic I've talked about before lmao.

I'm saying "lmao" but I'm not laughing, I am truly friggin heartbroken, and I didn't even finish reading it yet.

Yeah, the author locked it away from random people in the middle of my reading, which got me confused. Someone here on Tumblr kindly explained to me the drill, so I managed to create an AO3 account and get back to reading it.

I am ✨C R Y I N G✨ I am ✨S A D✨ pls send help.

Tragic love stories have always been my biggest weakness and my strongest addiction, I'm always getting back to them & always needing at least 3 weeks of emotional rehabilitation after each of them, but does this ever stop me? n o . It's a vicious cycle.

I also love the way that this story is so tangled yet always managing to connect the dots, it's very satisfying. Yes, some questions don't really have clear answers but I don't need them 👍🏻 I'm here to suffer and be hœrny, thank you.

I've also always had this thing for flashbacks, like if there's a story I'm invested in & a flashback occurs, which automatically creates this comparison of what something used to be vs what it is now - oh this gets me SO hard for some reason. Like, this literally kills a little part of me, always. And with all the time travelling stuff that's going on in it - THIS FANFIC IS BASICALLY ONE HUGE REOCCURRING FLASHBACK LIKE AHAHAHAH- I'll need therapy by the end of this.

Also the fact that it's really beautifully written??? I could extract quotes from it endlessly, although some expressions were kind of too much.

And you know what, finding this Join Me In Death song by HIM didn't really help, it's been playing in my head on repeat for two days now & don't know what to do.

Anyway, yeah, I'm fuked, have good day.

P.S. it's 20th Century Boy by Solongsun on AO3.

P.S.S. I HAVE JUST NOW FOUND OUT THAT I'M LITERALLY READING THE LAST CHAPTER MAN I'M NOT READY I DIDN'T KNOW I WAS SO CLOSE. No but really, I thought the torment would take a little longer.

SPOILERS: Why didn't Kaoru leave the falling building? Like I get it, that was the day when he found out that in the past he'd opened the door to - Toshiya di3d, but that can't be the reason, because even so - next time he can go back in the past before his d3ath when he was still fine. Plus that building didn't get worn down in a day, he knew it's gonna get fuked some day, yet still didn't leave. The only reason would be the impression that there's no safe space and he won't make it in this dystopian world, which kind of frustrates me, because I'm the "won't know untill I try" kind of person & to me this self sentence to death looks like a kind of extra way to make the readers suffer (which I hate but love at the same time, this is just my low-key emotionally masochistic nature that's making things harder for me to get through without being confused). Why didn't he try ? Cuz like this is so sad. He's decided that it's enough of him, enough of both of them like that? Stripped himself off of another chance to meet Toshiya in the past again, stripped Toshiya off of the chance to get more of him before di3ing like whaaaaaat :(

#ted talks #too emotional #but it has to be said #im sobbing #i've been crying all day #i'm lost #i need therapy #pls 💔#dir en grey #visualkei #fanfiction #kaoru #toshiya #lmao im dead #20th century boy #solongsun #ao3 tags #archive of our own

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lunapwrites · 2 years

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ask game: 13, 14, 21!

sooooo tempted to ask 18 but I shan’t be rude LOL

6 if you can be bothered to look it up (just so i can go give it some love)

Hiya!! I'm still gonna answer, I am pretty reasonable about it haha.

SO.

13: favorite writing song/artist/album of this year

Well if you listen to my Spotify Wrapped, it's Cocteau Twins' album Garlands, specifically "Shallow Than Halo." I apparently drilled that song into my head a whopping 129 times while I was writing a particular, erm... scene. In LTL. It also slaps so I'm not mad about it lol. If we're talking about what has most inspired my work, Pearl Jam's Ten has been THE work. literally spawned the entire series. But if we're talking about which album decided to just yank my heart out and stomp on it and say THIS IS THE MOOD YOU'RE WRITING IN NOW PEASANT then that honor goes to Ruin by The Amazing Devil, which has only been out for a month. Specifically the song "The Old Witch Sleep and the Good Man Grace." It came out while I was writing Chapter 16 of LTL and how very dare they. Seriously though I recommend it.

14: a fic you didn't expect to write

That honor goes SOLELY to three knocks upon the door. I... kicked open the door on a whole new ship and genre for myself and I legitimately feel like I knocked that one out of the park. If you had asked me at the beginning of the year if I was going to write something like that I'd have been like "hmm, intriguing idea, but no." And yet here we bloody well are lmao.

18: (because I will answer this) current number of WIPs

A non-extreme number! At present, I have Louder Than Love which is my main fic, and I could sort of wrap the sequels/prequel up into that bubble as well. But it's part of what I am aiming to make into a tetralogy. We'll see how it pans out! As far as things I'm actively writing now, I've got my academic war AU, Applied Theory, which I'm working on another chapter for. I've got a deaged Remus fic that I've been poking at when I can spare braincells (the working title for which is put that thing back where it came from or so help me) and then I just signed up for a prompt from the Remus Lupin Fest which is I think going to nest in very nicely with LTL and be a fun(?) companion piece, or alternate-reality version or something. Idk, most everything I write takes place in that universe lol. So yeah, just those 4, and one of them isn't even properly started. :P

21 I answered in another ask, so refer to that one XD

6: Least Popular Fic This Year

So, I am going to immediately disqualify anything in my Out of Orbit series, since that's effectively my trash bin -- please don't perceive them. Otherwise, I am unsure how to parse this exactly, BUT I can say that probably my least popular fics seem to be the drabble sets, with very few exceptions. But the saddest one is Song of the Shepherd's Dog - grand total of 13 kudos since I finished posting it on 2/19. :deadinside: It's 5 horror drabbles about Remus Lupin, pretty much all surrounding his Lycanthropy in one way or another. There's some Dean and Peter POV in there too. It was a cool writing exercise.

Satellites (series) and Lost Dogs also haven't gotten as much play as I'd have liked to have seen -- especially Lost Dogs, which has barely seen any movement since I posted it a year ago. It won the competition, and then no one touched it again (which is where I feel three knocks upon the door is headed, sadly.)

Anyway, that's it! Thanks so much for the ask!! <3

#ask game #answers #my writing #hp #fanfiction

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 4 years

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Imagine:

Rapper Erik has a sex tape and nudes that leaked and Reader is a huge fan that slides in his DM’s to shoot her shot.

Warnings: SMUT, TONS of Nasty talk, Choking, Spanking, Daddy Kink. Mash-up with another Marvel Character.

So I hope you guys enjoy this one! I made up these rap names and I figured they fit Erik perfectly so let me know if you agree or disagree lmao. Like, & Reblog.

“D-D-DADDDDYYYYYYYYY”

“Shut the fuck up, Bitch.”

The phone rattled and smacked against whatever surface it was perched on.

“OH MY GOD-”

“Didn’t I tell you to shut the FUCK-UP?” His large hand reached around to cover the chicks mouth. Her eyes were squeezed shut as tears dragged down her cheeks, running her makeup. Her body bounce from crying while his mouth was pressed to her ear, his words coming out harsh and menacing.

“You’re too fucking loud. You beg for this dick, you listen to me when I tell you to close your goddamn mouth, HEAR ME?” He cracked her ass like a whip with his large hand, “Getting on my fucking nerves,” He thrust forward while mushing her head down further into the bed of his tour bus. From what it looked like, it was a bunk bed. You could only see His toned arms, lower abs, and legs while he fucked her. The girl getting all that demon dick was arched over with her dress up and around her waist.

E-rratic Leader

Trill Erik

Grizzly

KING KILLMONGER

KILL-OCHO

Her favorite Bay Area rapper. The man she watched all over social media and whenever he was on tour in her city, Detroit. The rapper who came out with her favorite album of his, SAUCIN ERIK TRILOGY. She has that album on repeat everyday. The rapper responsible for the hashtag on Twitter and Instagram #ThirstErikkk. Every bitch wanted and needed that man in their lives. It was because of this very video that leaked all over the internet. You wouldn’t miss it even if it was reported or taken down. All the chicks had a copy. It wasn’t just this video, he had nudes of him showing off his dick too.

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP! Her cheeks were bouncing off E-rratic’s pelvis.

Y/N scrambled while in the bathroom of her place of employment to turn down the volume. A co-worker walked in without warning and Y/N didn’t have time to prepare herself. She paused with her hand up her skirt, three fingers still knuckle deep in that pussy and all her cream drizzling down the crack of her ass.

“Y/N? Girl?”

“Yeah?” Y/N wanted to remove her fingers from her pussy but if she did, Her coworker may hear it loud and clear.

“Are you okay? You’ve been in here for like thirty minutes. We were going to grab some food for lunch are you coming?”

Go with her coworkers to eat from a food truck or stay behind to play with this pussy to E-rratic? The decision was unanimous.

“Nah, babe, I’m gonna go out a little later I have work to catch up on.”

“You sure? That House of Wraps food truck you like so much will be out today and you know they don’t stay long.”

“I’ll just catch them on Friday,” Y/N rolled her eyes into her head. If this bitch didn’t leave her horny high will be at an all time low.

“Okay...you’re loss. Next time, alright!”

So what, Becky, now take your ass on I’m tryna bust a nut, bitch, Y/N thought.

“Okay!” Y/N replied with a faux nice voice.

Waiting, Y/N finally heard the bathroom door clicked shut. Her fingers began moving while her other hand started the screen recorded video again. She turned up the volume enough for her to hear because all that ass clapping sounded like someone was getting slapped repeatedly across their face.

“Knocking on my bus door looking for me. That stage wasn’t enough, girl?”

“N-NO DADDY.” Erik, E-rratic, damn near bulldozed her pussy with his powerful hips. He was fucking that groupie bitch. All in her guts. Y/N had to hiss as she shakes her head. Her eyes fluttered closed and her head fell back against the wall behind the toilet. Her legs came up to spread like an eagles wings. The heels of her pumps dragged against the walls of the bathroom stall chipping the paint.

“Mad cuz I had that bitch in those little white shorts grinding on this dick? Ain’t my fault yall hoe’s love me.”

“Fuckkkk, ahhhhhh,” Her hands reached back to drag down E-rratic’s abs. He smacked her hands away before grabbing her hair. The groupie’s hands reached out in front of her to grab onto anything but Erik, E-rratic, tilted his hips and drilled her pussy while pulling her weave. Y/N knew for a fact that this groupie chicks guts were scrambled and her walls were aching. All that thick and long killer dick going in and out of her.

“Come here,” E-rratic pulls the girl up with his hand still in her hair, flipping her around and picking her up. All Y/N could hear was the girl whimpering and whining. E-rratic slammed that bitch on his dick and fucked her while standing. Y/N could see the muscles in his legs flex along with his abs. The chick was so little wrapped around him. His hands squeezed and popped her ass each time she cried.

“Just fuck me like that, nigga, SHIT,” Y/N mouthed while finger-fucking herself, “That’s some good long dick.”

“Stay here. Stay on this DICK.”

“Yes,” The groupie cries.

“Daddy dick got you cumming again?” Y/N could see his hand come up, most likely to wrap around this girls neck. Y/N wished she could see his face. She wanted to cum on his face to be honest. Ride his beard and make him drown. E-rratic took his hand to pop that hoe ass, then, his large hand jiggled that little booty. He was man handling that girl.

“Fuck this dick. Fuck it right now. DO IT,” He whacked that ass again, “I said DO IT, hear me?”

“Umph,mmhh,” The groupie chick brought one arm up to wrap around his broad shoulders, her other hand reaching back to grab the railing of the bunk bed. With all the strength in her little hips, that bitch went super freak, bouncing on that dick in the air. E-rratic was LOVING THAT TOO MUCH.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, bitch? That’s how you take dick? That’s how you like riding pipe?” WHACK, “You are getting the best facial from your favorite rapper, ma, all this nut. I want your pretty ass to show all your friends what Grizzly can do, aight?” He grabs her hips to fuck her while she fucked him. Y/N stared hypnotized at his heavy sack bouncing and smacking that chick’s ass.

Y/N’s ass clenched on that toilet as her own nut came before she could even finish the damn video. She squirts all over the bathroom floor. The fluids hitting the door too. She had on five inch pumps so she would have to be very careful not to slip and fall. Y/N almost squirted again when she watched E-rratic lift that girl off his dick. All that thick, long dick reappearing from that girl. Shit was amazing.

“On your fucking knees before I make you,” out of nowhere, he reached out to lightly slap the girl’s face, “Suck this Daddy dick, baddie.”

The groupie wasted no time engulfing that dick. She sucked like her life depended on it. That was her favorite rapper. Spilling the nut would be disrespectful. He talked about how pissed he gets when bitches spill the nut in a few of his songs. If Y/N ever has a chance with him, she would drink that nigga dry.

“That’s a good girl,” He pulled her hair to make her look up at him. His dick pushed in further, almost making her fall back on her ass.

“Nope. Don’t you fucking move with my dick in your mouth, bitch. YES, yeahhhhhh, little fucking slut. Nasty fucking bitch.”

He was so blunt and vulgar. The degrading made Y/N whimper like she was sucking the dick. She woke up that morning wanting to suck his dick before she could even stretch her limbs. No nigga ever made her want to do that. Dick for breakfast fucking around with him.

“Am I making Daddy’s dick cum?” The groupie chick asked Erik while sucking the tip of his dick, “Can Daddy cum all over my slutty face? Can I have Daddy’s cum, please?”

“Nasty, bitch, of course you can,” E-rratic made the chick gurgle on his dick, “You can have all this good nut, gon’ bust right now if you keep sucking the tip of my dick like that,” He grunted so loud Y/N was sure his tour crew could hear everything, “Milk this dick, hmph, suck all that nut out my fucking dick, yes, oh, MY GOD, ohhhhhhh you are good, bitch, you are good. Ah, fuck, Ah, FUCK-”

When was the last time he bust a nut? That cum was tremendous. It spurted and propelled out like a wave crashing a rock. The groupie had to close her eyes so she wouldn’t go blind from his nut. Her mouth unhinged and her tongue rolled out so long that it touched the bottom of her chin. That dick was so harddddddddd.

“I wish I could slurp that up,” Y/N rubbed slow circles over her clit, “Yesssss damn daddy wish I was there sucking on that dick and balls and nut all in my mouth inbox me yo where you at,” Y/N laughed to herself. If only E-rratic answered his damn DM’s. When she saw how much and how hard he came, she made a promise to make sure the next time every drop was deep inside her instead of some other bitch. That was it. All these irrelevant bitches got a chance to have KING KILLMONGER. It wasn’t fair.

“So much fun to play in and taste, Daddy,” This girl was a freak. As much as she wanted to, Y/N couldn’t be mad, she applauded that bitch. Y/N would be doing the same thing if given the opportunity.

“Damn, ma,” The groupie chick grabs his dick to jerk it, “You so damn DICK HUNGRY.”

The groupie chick let out a short laughter before getting up from the floor to lay on the bed. She looked over at the phone then reached out her hand to end the video while Erik walks away naked with his elephant trunk of a dick swinging. Y/N lifted from the toilet, pulling her skirt down and grabbing her purse from the back of the bathroom door. She adjusts her feet in her shoes before walking out. She washed her hands and freshened up. Luckily no one came in. Y/N folded up her panties to place inside of her purse. She turned to the mirror, watching her reflection and fluffing out her perm rod set. After applying a bit more lip gloss and mascara, Y/N left the bathroom just when environmental services was coming in. She felt bad then for leaving her mess on the floor but if she finger-fucked her pussy at her cubicle instead she would have soaked the chair and the carpet. She made her way back to her cubicle, thankful that everyone was still gone for lunch. Now, her stomach grumbled. Nothing to eat but a pack of almonds and a Nature Valley bar. She felt too weak to go and grab some food so she moved the wireless mouse around the pad to wake her computer up. Online shopping. She quickly minimized to check her work email. Working for a law firm as a paralegal was very demanding. Before she could get back into the grind, her phone lit up and buzzed a few times. Glancing over while typing, she spotted an Instagram post that a friend of hers tagged her in. Y/N read the title of the post:

E-rratic Leader AKA Kill-OCHO responds to sex tape leak and nudes + talks of new album release.

Y/N practically scrambled to open that post up. Luckily, it was a IGTV video on The Shade Room that was at least 17 minutes long. He looked so...fucking...good. Smile on his face, dreads braided back, gold chains around his neck, ice grill on his bottom row teeth, black turtle neck fitting tightly with a Supreme x Louis Vuitton denim jacket on. She couldn’t see his jeans and shoes but she wished she did. Those tattoo covered hands rubbed together almost calculating while his piercing black eyes looked around the table of radio personalities who would be interviewing him. E-rratic, Grizzly, Kill-OCHO, was so damn calm. He didn’t need to hide behind a pair of shades or slouch in his seat with his goons behind him to check anybody if they talked out of pocket. No, he was alone and taking sips of his bottled water. The tattoo on his neck of flames and what looked like the Punisher skull must be a new tattoo addition to the rest of his beautiful body art.

“Good afternoon GOOD AFTERNOON, or in the words of the Leader-”

“Yeee Yeee!” E-rratic said into the microphone. Everyone laughed. He was famous for saying Yee all over the internet.

“It’s your girl Amanda,” The first radio personality spoke and she’s also the lead for this New York radio station and podcast.

“It’s Nee-Nee!” She was a 5’2 plus size chick with a purple fro and a spunky attitude.

“It’s yah boy Raphe,” Jamacian native with free form dreads.

“And this is DJ Benz,” He played a little bit of GANG GANG from the JACKBOYS and Travis Scott album. E-rratic bopped in his seat a little bit causing the others to rock with him. Nee-Nee hit a hard Milly Rock that had everyone cheering her on.

“Aye, go, Nee-Nee, fuck it up ma,” E-rratic spoke all smooth into the mic with a raspy voice. Nee-Nee stopped dancing while laughing with mirth.

“Okay OKAY,” Amanda clapped her hands together, E-rratic looking over at her while fixing the beats headphones around his ears, “We have a special guest with us on the radio today, he is responsible for all the ladies favorite hashtag, #ThirstErikkk, number one album last year; SAUCIN ERIK TRILOGY, He’s got a new album coming out towards the end of this year titled Punisher, a Bay Area native, Why don’t you introduce yourself and all your AKA’s, handsome?”

A bunch of OOOO’s and AHHHH’s filled the room after Amanda said that. E-rratic shook his head while stroking his beard.

“Teh,” He let out a short laugh, “Wassup, it’s Erik AKA The E-rratic Leader, AKA Grizzly, AKA Kill-OCHO-”

“OCHO!” DJ Benz yelled out. Laughter erupted again.

“AKA KING KILLMONGER, AKA Trill Erik, AKA,” He pulled down his turtleneck to reveal his new tattoo, “Punisher.”

“That’s a lot of AKA’s,” Nee-Nee spoke with a laugh, “But you forgot one though.”

E-rratic raised a single brow, “What?”

“AKA Thirst Trap Erik-”

“Nah, on mamas that ain’t me,” He put on a charming smile with all that ice in his mouth, “Thirst Erik getting old.”

“How though?” Nee-Nee jokes.

“Outta pocket,” E-rratic laughs.

“Now, Kill, you know why we are here this morning talking to you. A very...scandalous and highly sexual video surfaced on the internet just two days ago while you were doing a concert here in NYC -”

“You mean porn?” Raphe says with a sly smirk. E-rratic cracked a smile while stroking his beard.

“A fan of yours, we won’t mention her name, secretly recorded the both of you having sex on your tour bus. Um...let’s just say this is the first leaked sex tape that I’ve seen that is so damn...nasty. Like...everything was out in the open. EVERYTHING. The nasty talk, the full on nudity, all of that. Could you touch bases with us and tell us-the radio, how you feel after this big scandal?”

“Honestly,” He shrugs, making his chains move around his neck, “I’m good. I woke up, pissed, brushed my teeth, took a meditating shower, had some decent fucking breakfast from room service for once, hit the gym, went to the studio to record for my album and now I’m here,” Erik looked around at everyone, “Do I look bothered though?”

“No, which surprises me,” Nee-Nee spoke with caution, “Your face wasn’t in the frame so you could have denied everything this girl put out but yet...you don’t care?”

“I don’t give a fuck,” E-rratic spoke into the mic with his lips practically hitting it, “I had sex with a fan, it was fun, I bust a couple of nuts. I slept fine,” He licked his lips with a smile.

“You don’t think that her recording the both of you having sex was offensive?” Raphe asked.

“Nah, shawty was a groupie chick. It’s expected with her type. I don’t care. The pussy was good, she freaky like I like em’, I had a good couple of nuts, and sent her on her way with my cum on her face.”

He talked so casually about this. Y/N watched with a wide mouth.

“Wow,” Amanda fans herself, “Um, you’re really something, Kill.”

“He’s erratic like his name,” DJ Benz jokes while playing a snippet of one of E-rratic’s songs called Demon Mode. The beat was so killer and ferocious. Definitely a fight song. All of his music are fight songs. He can tear the club up.

Definitely,” He bit his bottom lip.

“Are you still in contact with the girl from the video-” E-rratic cuts Amanda off.

“No.” E-rratic let that be known quick, “I’m single.”

“How does your PR team feel about this?” Nee-Nee asked.

“Ain’t much they can do but ride the wave. Social Media is the beast of the cyber world. Shit will never go away. I’ll always be known as Erik with the big dick-”

“Amen to that,” Amanda says while dragging her eyes up and down E-rratic’s body, “I thought Yahya had it all but when I saw you-”

“Okayyyyyy,” Raphe said to change the subject, “Let’s talk about the album. It’s rumored to be titled Punisher and you have a Punisher tattoo with flames on your neck. Also, you’ve been posting on Twitter and Instagram images of you with a Punisher skull mask on and Black Ops gear with a whole lot of guns. What’s this about?”

“Hmm,” E-rratic squints his eyes, “I don’t know if ya’ll are ready for the reason why I titled it Punisher-”

“You can tell us,” Amanda pushed.

“I really can’t it ain’t for the faint hearted,” E-rratic laughs, “It’s not meant to be discussed honestly.

“So...what you’re saying is...you’re really a bad boy?”

He did nothing but smile. Y/N’s thighs shook.

“I think I have a crush on you,” Amanda grabs his shoulder. His eyes looked from her hand to her face, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” Amanda blushes.

Y/N rolled her eyes. This chick wasn’t worried about E-rratic before the video and nudes leaked. Y/N could recall a time when she talked shit about E-rratic saying that he has too much of an ego. This is what happens when bitches see a fine ass man with a big dick. Plus, he could fuck some pussy up. No need to talk about it when you can see it on his sex tape.

“I bet your DM’s are popping off, man,” DJ Benz said with an envious tone.

“It’s always been jumping off just new heads popping up,” E-rratic clarified.

“Okay, we have a few callers, wassup?” Amanda greeted the caller.

“HI!!” She sounded so chipper.

“Say hi to E-rratic.”

“Hi, E-rratic,” She spoke in a honeyed tone.

“What’s good, ma?”

“My name is Chelsea,” She said seductively.

“Nice to meet you. Where are you from?” He asked.

“The Bronx.”

“Cool, what’s your question?”

“How do you keep all that dick in your jeans? I know it must be mad uncomfortable.”

The entire room erupted with laughter.

“What?! I genuinely want to know,” Chelsea giggles.

“Just gotta’ deal wit’ it. It is what it is. Just like chicks got big titty problems niggas got big dick problems.”

“Next person, wassup?”

“Hello, didn’t expect for my call to be answered!”

What’s your name, girl?” E-rratic asked into the mic.

“Sasha, Queens girl.”

“Okay, Queens, ask me.”

“What kind of girls do you date? I haven’t actually seen you date anyone?”

“I like em’ educated and street smart, all shapes and sizes, supportive, black and beautiful, a little bougie cuz why not? Independent, and of course hella freaky. You fit into any of those categories, ma?”

“Yes,” She spoke timidly with a nervous laugh

“Then I know you’re a bad one,” He spoke more gentle into the mic, “Don’t be shy talking to me.”

“Okay, Kill,” Sasha sounded like she was ready to pull up to that radio station and get some dick herself, “You really love all women the same. That is so sexy to me.”

“Yes the fuck I do.” E-rratic spoke roughly into the mic. Nee-Nee was sitting back fanning herself and blushing like E-rratic was talking to her and not the caller.

“Nee-Nee, you might want to shoot your shot,” Raphe jokes.

Amanda ended the call before asking another question, “We know the Punisher album hasn’t been announced for a release date yet but could you give us a tease?”

“I dropped a tease on my YouTube called Backseat Interlude.”

“Ohhhhh, yesssss,” Amanda squirmed in her seat, “You use the backseat a lot?”

“Maybe I do,” E-rratic licks his lips, “You heard it you’ll know if I do or not.”

“It’s already ten million views,” Raphe applauded him, “Not a surprise though you come out with hit after hit.”

“Thanks, Bro, I appreciate the love for my craft, and as far as my city goes I wouldn’t be where I am without ya’ll,” E-rratic reps the Bay where he is from.

“Thank you, E-rratic- I mean,” Amanda pulls down his turtleneck again, “Punisher. We are looking forward to hearing the new album and thanks for clearing the air about your sex tape.”

“No problem, it’s always a pleasure when I come here.”

The video ended.

Y/N was in a trance. She wanted this man even more now. Why did he have to be in New York right now? The Detroit show wasn’t for another month but damn she needed him. Tonight called for Y/N sliding into his DM’s again until he finally answers. She was patient. Her time was coming. Y/N has faith.

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“I hope ya’ll motherfuckers listening to that Backseat Interlude!” E-rratic was seated in the studio with a Hennessy bottle in one hand and weed in the other, “I got a little contest for all you Bad Bitches. Post the baddest gangsta girl picture with one of the ski masks from my clothing line. I’ll choose the one I like the most and if I’m coming to your city, you get to meet me backstage.”

Twitter was blowing up. Now, it was #GangstaBaddieChallenge on Twitter. Two hashtags related to this fine ass man. On Instagram, his following went from 8.8 Million to 13.7 Million in just a few days. Luckily, Y/N has one of the ski masks he was referring to. It was hot pink with a gun embroidered on the forehead and a broken heart on the left cheek. She posted it on her Twitter, already gaining replies from friends:

Loddi_93: Bitch! LLAB you are not playing! I hope you win though!

KendrickSmith: Y/N, you still ain’t hit me back

Beautiful&Black: LOOK AT MY COUSIN! Yessssss! Get his attention!

MeganBrown: Girl, why didn’t you tell me you were doing the challenge?!

Y/N was laid up in bed with a full face of makeup and her titties sitting pretty in a coral pink top. She knew she was a beautiful girl but the other women who participated in the challenge took it up two notches. Ass pics, weed pics, some pics holding guns, Y/N didn’t have a fucking chance. She was a loyal fan since he was underground back in 2008 on MySpace. As soon as he went mainstream in 2010, people hopped on the bandwagon. To Y/N, that’s her man. He didn’t know it yet, but he is all hers.

“Damn, Daddy,” Y/N praised E-rratic while liking all his recent pictures on Instagram. She shook her head at how fine he is. Tattoos, scarring all over his chest, back, and abdomen. Wild tapered dreads, Grillz in his mouth, the hardest drip she had ever seen. He didn’t look bummy like some other rappers. This man has smooth skin like a baby, sparkling white teeth, clean fingernails, pretty feet, and he can cook. He probably smelled like Shea Butter, Mango Butter, Coconut Oil, Sweet almond Oil, that GUCCI GUILTY cologne...mmm. Y/N was Horny and in desperate need for some dick, Y/N went to her photos on her phone to stare at his dick. She felt the wind knocked out of her lungs again and it was her tenth time looking at the photo. Sunset in the background pouring in from his hotel window. Long, thick, veiny dick covered in massage oil with those thick fingers covered in rings wrapped around the base. Hairless, smooth, succulent, nice fat tip. Y/N wanted to sit all her weight on his dick reverse cowgirl. Ride that D on her feet while looking back at his sexy ass. He was dead wrong for being that fine. Totally disrespectful.

“Oh my God,” Y/N groaned. She could send him something else to his DM’s. She went to her DM to pull up all the unread messages she sent him since 2016. So many. She sent the #GangstaBaddieChallenge pic first, then, she undressed accept for her panties. Y/N started filming a video. She already had Backseat Interlude playing in the background on a loop. Her pussy was shiny and slippery like a honeycomb in those panties. Phat pussy lips, nice big clit to nibble on, wide labia like wings on a butterfly fresh out of its cocoon. As soon as she put her fingers in her pussy, it sounded like she was whipping up cream filling for a dessert. She played all in her pussy with her hand inside her panties to conceal her juicy box from his eyes. While playing with her hidden pussy she told him how wet she is:

"Baby, I wish you could see how wet this pussy is for you right now."

"Do you like watching me play with my pussy?"

"Fuck baby, my pussy is dripping all over my fingers. I wish it was your dick."

"Tell me how bad you wanna see my wet pussy."

Y/N wanted to make him beg to see it. She’s the one in power right now. Tease him. She pulled her hand out of her panties to show him her fingers that are covered with her wetness. Then, she Licks them clean. Now, she really wanted to make a mess. Y/N knew that if she stroked her pussy with her fingers, she would squirt. She wanted to squirt right through her panties.

“Daddy, I’m such a huge fan,” She licked her lips, “I’m playing Daddy’s favorite game. You like it when I tease you, don’t you?”

Y/N moved her fingers in and out at a slow pace. Her eyes closed and her mouth stayed wide open.

“Can I cum for daddy, hm?” She asked in the sweetest little voice, “You can cum for me deep down my throat. Mm, I know it’s so hard right now, Daddy. I know it’s leaking. Oh, my goodness, when I pull those pants down and see that thick dick throbbing...umph, let me take care of you.”

Before Y/N could even stop the amount of mess that she made. Her juices set off like a rocket, covering the crotch of her pink panties and the bed. Soaking wet and creamy. Y/N couldn’t end it if she tried. Her pussy leaked and leaked. Her gratifying moans sounded so pure for such a naughty girl. Not once did she show him her pussy.

“Come lick me now,” She whispered before ending the video. Y/N allowed her body to relax from spasming. Now, Y/N had a mess to clean. She took off her panties and threw them inside her hamper right along with her sheets. She grabbed a new bed set and replaced it on her queen sized bed before heading to the shower. Y/N scrubbed her body down with a sugar scrub after showering before rinsing that off too. Fresh face, wearing nothing but a little t-shirt, Y/N got back into bed. She snuggled into her pillows before yawning. With no plans to sleep, Y/N took to social media again to check in with the challenge. Y/N couldn’t stand a chance. It made her picture almost seem laughable. And then there is the video of her cumming that she sent him. What if he didn’t even look at the DM? Wasn’t surprising seeing as Mr. E-rratic Leader himself specifically mentioned in a Vibe interview that he never answers his DM’s it’s either call his work cell, personal cell, or email him. He felt like DM’s were to messy and communication off of social media if it were to be personal is better but Y/N still tried. She’d been trying since 2016. She opened her Instagram one last time before she went to bed to check things out. The hype over his delicious sex tape still buzzed. All the chicks on her timeline posted videos listening to his music, made him their MCM, wore his merch. After scrolling up and down for almost an hour and liking food posts, her phone vibrated with an Instagram notification in her DM’s Y/N clicked on it to find something she hadn’t expected. Her heart sank to her stomach. Her mouth became dry. Her eyes were wide and unblinking.

E-rratic Leader

-You took this Gangsta Baddie challenge to a whole other level huh?

Y/N had this day planned out many times before. She knew what she would say to him if he finally decided to answer his DM’s from her but she honestly hadn’t expected him to reply...EVER. E-rratic was in her damn DM’s. The superstar rapper. Y/N knows that E-rratic gets a ton of nudes and sexual videos sent to his DM’s so what made him reply to hers specifically? Y/N is probably the only fan he ever responded to. What made her so special tonight when there are thousands and thousands of other bad bitches he could have responded to? She didn’t even show her phat gushy pussy to him. Y/N basically teased his ass and squirted through her panties.

-I know you read my DM. You gonna answer my question?

Y/N typed out something then nervously put her phone face down.

Yes, I wanted to impress you! I’m a huge fan!

-You’ve been sending a nigga DM’s since 2016 LOL. I believe you, ma.

Y/N read that and almost fainted. She couldn’t believe it. Then reality set in. He actually watched the video she sent. Probably scrolled up some more to see all of the sexy half naked images she sent him days, months, and years before. All of that hard work and dedication finally paid off. She squealed loudly into her pillow. Taking a calming breath, Y/N sat up in her bed to type back a response. All she wanted him to do was keep replying to her messages. If he stopped, she would probably cry.

You don’t know this yet but, we’re in a relationship, LOL. You have been my man since 2008 on MySpace. This is so wild that you’re talking to me right now.

He replied in two minutes. Y/N damn near screamed.

-I got a secret girlfriend out there that I don’t know about ?! LLAB damn, ma, I’ve been neglecting you, huh? Daddy fucking up, sweetheart?

“YES! YES THE FUCK YOU ARE!” Y/N said aloud in her room.

Mhm you’ve been fucking around with these hoes while missing a chance with me. I still listen to your Lost Tribe mixtape from 2009 okay! SAUCIN ERIK TRILLOGY is my shit too!!!! LOL. I basically love everything you do.

-DAMN. Lost Tribe?! You still bumping that? I appreciate the love, sweetheart. You’ve been rocking wit me since day one. You could have been my girl if I wasn’t out here doing me, LOL.

At least he’s brutally honest. The only thing Y/N caught from that is when he said she could have been his girl. So, there is a possibility that she could have been his Trap Princess? his Baby Girl? He shouldn’t have said that shit to her. Now, he needs to make that a reality.

Just make me your girl it’s already fate, Erik, LOL

-You prefer Erik or E-rratic? Which one?

I like Erik because I feel like I know you on a personal level when I say it.

-I only asked because you were moaning my name in that video instead of my rap name. Where are you from?

Detroit! I’m surprised you’re even talking to me right now you never answer your DM’s

Y/N wanted him to tell her why now is he answering his DM’s.

-I’m in Chicago right now. I was in bed on Instagram and I kept getting DM notifications, like five back to back from the same chick, you, LOL. So, I recognize the name since you’ve DM’d me before so I was just like fuck it, let me at least read this shit and as soon as I open it I see this video of you fingering your pussy while Backseat Interlude plays in the background on repeat. I’m not gonna lie...that shit got my dick standing up.

Y/N hadn’t expected a long thorough reply but damn, God bless him. He recognized her name from previous DM’s, and his dick was extra hard right now after watching her video. The muscles in Y/N’s abdomen crunched and her thighs squeezed shut.

-What’s your name?

Y/N

-Pretty name. Did you play in your pussy like that when my nudes and sex tape leaked?

Yes

-How many times?

Y/N shivered at the memory.

At least 8

-Damn, 8? You lying to me?

No, I promise I’m not

-That’s a lot of cum ma, LOL

I know, LOL. I couldn’t help myself. I was jealous.

-You shouldn’t be. I’m talking to you in my DM’s. First fan I ever talked to in my DM’s. And you actually know my music. That groupie chick just wanted some dick.

Do you regret fucking her?

-Nah.

Why?

-Because she was a freaky bitch with some good wet pussy. I never regret shit like that.

Y/N covered her face with her pillow. She knew he would say that. E-rratic likes his girls extra freaky. He also likes turning shy girls into freaks too.

-Are you mad, ma?

No, I’m not

-Cool, cuz I like talking to you. What did you like about my sex tape?

Everything

-Nope. I want you to tell me what you liked.

How rough you were when you fucked her.

-You remember the way I shut that bitch up?

Yes.

-How did I do it then?

You put your hand over her mouth and told her to shut the fuck up.

-So...that’s how you want it too?

Yes Daddy

-I pull hair and wrap my hand around bitches necks. You want Daddy to do you like that?

Yes, I do.

-If you want all of that you gotta DM me that pussy. I know she pretty.

Y/N was losing her damn mind. E-rratic wanted to see her pretty pussy. Her celebrity crush. This situation was like something she’d dreamt up. Y/N had plenty of nights where she used her spit covered fingers to rub her clit and fuck herself silly when she thought about E-rratic or even listened to his music. That pretty pussy of hers glimmered with her candied juices. Y/N sat up on her elbows, legs wide and resilient, bringing her phone to her pussy to capture a video. While she was doing this her phone buzzed a few times, probably messages from an impatient E-rratic who could be sleeping but instead he was up entertaining Y/N. His biggest fan. She made sure her flash was on since it was dim lighting in her room. Y/N spread her pussy lips with her purple nails, making sure to capture her big clit that she was proud to have along with her fleshy and drenched labia. She rubbed her clit a little bit to spread her syrup around before bringing her fingers to her mouth to suck on. Her asshole was even in the video too. Her juices seeped down to her asshole, making it glisten. Y/N sends the video off and prepared herself for his reaction. She nibbled on her fingers, eyes staring down at her phone with fear. She hoped that he would love it.

E-rratic Leader

-Don’t act shy now

-Where is that pussy?

-DAMN!! I NEED TO BE LICKIN’ AND SUCKIN’ ON THAT PUSSY RIGHT NOW MMM!

Y/N squealed. Her hands came up to cover her face while her pussy literally jumped between her legs. E-rratic wanted her pussy in his mouth and he wrote it in all caps. He was thrilled to see what Y/N was working with.

OMG. I can’t believe you just said that to me! you really like it? Oh my gosh this is not happening right now

-They say a way to a woman's heart is through her clit is that what I gotta do, ma? Suck your soul through your clit? Make that pussy pulse like a heartbeat? What do I gotta do, ma? Damn that shit is beautiful. I bet that motherfucker take a lot of cum. Shit, girl

He was begging her. Y/N imagined him licking his phone and stroking his dick. Probably also cursing and grunting because she was in Detroit while he’s in Chicago.

Please omg I need this badly! Please Daddy! I’m your biggest fan!

-Dayum sexy. That clit looking juicy and sweet. I want your little ass.

Oh my God! Erik thank you! I’m so happy that you like my pussy, baby

-Shit. You know what I like.

-You’re welcome cutie pie

-I love women with phat clits. I wanna suck it, lick it, and drive you crazy. I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied you bust in my mouth good enough.

ohhhhhh but I need this right now.

-Wish I was eating that motherfucker right now. Kiss that shit as soon as I see you.

Just lick me now! Come to Detroit. If you plan on sucking my clit like that we need to get a little more acquainted, LOL

-Baby girl, I will have you screaming every night.

-Work that clit with Daddy’s tongue then suck and pull it in my mouth. Put my tongue deep in your pussy too.

“FUCK,” Y/N kissed her teeth. Her hands were back between her legs again. She didn’t hold back with putting three fingers in her pussy to stroke. If only E-rratic was there to watch her finger-fuck her pussy.

-You have a cute ass moan too. I just wanna make you cry and squirt. Want me to kiss that pretty girl goodnight?

-You better fucking answer me. I thought you were my biggest fan, baby girl?

Daddy, please. I can’t stop touching myself because of you.

-Damn, ma, I really wanna dick you down right now. Why you gotta be in Detroit?

I’m so sorry Daddy. My pussy is wet and hungry for your dick

Y/N’s sexual appetite for this man was insatiable.

-I’ll be in Detroit in about a month. I really don’t know if I can wait that long. You really have my dick hard as fuck over here. I should have just ignored your fine ass but here I am with my dick in my hand stroking it to your pussy.

Daddy, I need that big dick. Erik, your dick is so big. I can’t stop staring at your nudes. It's so long and phat Daddy.

-Thank you, ma. I hope you’re this freaky in person when I come to your city.

I’m Daddy’s nasty girl, don’t worry

-How should I fuck you when I see you? Hm? Or should I make your fine ass fuck me instead?

So many options. Y/N would be honored to fuck E-rratic and be the girl responsible for making that dick cum. She would work up a sweat for him. She isn’t scared, Y/N will take that big dick in her pussy for however long it needed to be. She will make E-rratic remember her damn name even if they never end up being together.

-I love it when a woman can get up on top of my dick and just long-stroke herself no matter how big my shit is. I like it when I can just stand behind her with a hard dick and she just fuck herself with it while she arched on the bed. Standing still and providing a pole for her to work with. That creamy ass pussy. I need it in my life.

- Your pussy cream a lot too so I know it’s gonna be a mess for you to clean up with that mouth. Look at all that squirting you did in that video. I’m gonna make you sit on my face when you’re done creaming all on my dick like that hmmmm. As long as I’m in Detroit I’m taking that puss whenever I want it.

I’ll give you whatever you want Daddy. Whatever you want. Just fuck me.

Y/N brought her creamy fingers up to rub her clit with. She was aching for him.

Daddy please fuck me when you come here I want to be your good little bitch. You can fuck all my holes Daddy. I’ll let you have me any way you want.

-All your holes huh? You must really love me to want my dick in your mouth, pussy, and ass. If I put this big dick in your ass you will never forget trust me when I say that, ma. Better not flinch either. Take every inch of this dick baby.

-I gotta feed that pussy this dick nice and slow at first cuz you haven’t had dick like mine. Feel every inch slide inside you. Got my blood hot and I can’t even touch you and fuck you.

“Mmmmhhh,” Y/N moaned out pleasantly while cumming. Her pussy twitched around nothing because it was starving for his huge dick.

Please Daddy? pretty please? You have a big phat dick. Such a big dick for me Daddy. I’ll be a very good girl and take all of it. I won’t disappoint you Daddy I promise. I promise I just need it so bad. I want you to fuck my throat.

-I need to stop talking to you SMMFH.

-Daddy would love to FUCK your throat. You don’t even have to ask baby girl. Daddy gon’ do it anyway. I absolutely love a nasty bitch like you. Wrap those sweet hungry lips around this dick.

-I’m laying in bed with my nut all over my stomach and chest. All of this because of you.

Wish I could come lick it up for you and then turn around with my ass in your face and sit on your dick. I’ll be your number one fan, Daddy. You’ll see.

-Good Girl. Always be a good girl for Daddy. You’re only role is to give up that pussy when Daddy tells you to, okay?

Yes Daddy

-If not you’ll just get pinned down and stuffed like a little fucking slut. Only good girls get rewarded, ma. It’s not like you’re getting a choice bitch.

I’m a good girl, I always take it like a good girl. Every single time big Daddy. Always Daddy.

You didn’t stop messaging me! I’m so happy! You must really like talking to me Erik

-I do like talking to you. You made the rest of my night because I put in mad hours at the studio for this feature I’m supposed to be doing with Drake. I’m hella exhausted.

Well maybe you should get some sleep handsome. You have a big show tomorrow and you don’t want to disappoint your fans.

-Yeah never that. I put on everywhere I go. I can’t wait to put on for your city so I can see you.

You always do every time you come! A month is too long for me.

-I got Ohio next then Philly then Michigan. I’m taking a break to record a little bit after Chicago.

Ugh! Okay LOL I’m worried you’ll forget about your biggest fan.

-I promise, ma, I won’t. I enjoyed this a little too much for me to forget about you. How about I hit you up on video chat after my show?

REALLY?! I would love that! Please don’t forget.

-I won’t LOL. I got you, ma. Stay beautiful and wet for Daddy, okay? I wanna see more of that pussy when I hit you up.

Okay Daddy

-Aight, love. Good night

Good night Erik.

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shotosprincess · 3 years

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When he loves me — Iwa ♡︎ Oikawa

LISTEN TO: “ CLOUD 9 “ — BEACH BUNNY

ART: UNKNOWN ( i found it as a sticker on picsart since i couldnt find any good iwaoi screencaps so if yk who the artist is plspls lmk !! ty !! )

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pairing: iwa x oikawa

summary: iwa shyly plays oikawa a song he wrote on a whim ,, and years later ,, after they fell apart ,, oikawa attends one of iwa’s concerts and hears their song,, the song,, once more .

genre: angst + fluff !! <3 ugh i love oikawa my bby but i absolutely love him and iwa together sm too ajjdjjf

a/n: 3am writing for comfort innit (•̀ᴗ•́)و smhsmh it’s lowkey so dramatic ?? idk why i was feeling so melancholic ?? but i live for the yearning anyways lmao <//3

“ Hey...wanna...hear something I’ve been working on? “

Iwa’s voice shifted to one of a far softer tone, unusually uncertain of himself as he gripped the bedsheets beneath him in an anxious hold, turning away from Oikawa whilst a deep vermillion blush tainted his shy-stricken face.

The hazel-haired setter lifted his mouth into a gentle smile, skin mirroring a similar red to Iwa’s. His head lolled to the side, and Iwa swore he felt something flutter within him. The fist which he clutched the bedsheets within closed even further.

“ Sure, Iwa-chan! “

A hard gulp. Iwa swallowed his nerves down, fingers hovering over the strings of his freshly-purchased guitar, hesitant. Trembling, even.

Light wisps of brown swept just over Oikawa’s eyes as he put down the volleyball he had been mindlessly spinning, and covered Iwa’s hands with his own. He looked up with a reassuring grin, deepened-honey gaze colliding with one of the enchanting midnight sky.

“ It’s okay. It’s just me. But of course, you don’t have to play if you don’t wan— “

Iwa swats his hand away. “ Of course I wanna, dumbass! “ He barked.

With a frustrated huff, his fingers find a home amongst the sound as they begin to delicately strum the translucent strings. His eyes fell closed, lost in the music, albeit fairly cliche, as he wordlessly played the song which was most special to him.

For what reason it held such a cherished place in his heart, he did not know. Not truly, at least. Admittedly, he had written it purely on a whim, clutching onto the fleeting remnants of a foreign euphoric high. The crazed rush of fingers furiously clacking against the keyboard filled the silence of his room, lasting well into the evening. He had so much to say, so much to express, and yet it was only through the words appearing on the screen in which he could ever hope to communicate it.

He had never even planned on sharing it. After all, it was merely a crappy, rushed song put together purely by the rawness of an unknown emotion, and during ungodly hours of the night out of all times. It was nothing special, really.

To him, at least.

And yet in a hushed, timid tone, he began to sing:

“ I don’t wanna seem the way I do...but I’m confident when I’m with you... “

Oikawa’s lips parted in sheer awe. The delicate swirls of the instrumental blended flawlessly into the angelic quality of Iwa’s singing. His muscles tensed. He shook it away.

What the hell is this? Was he...nervous? No, no, it can’t be. This is Oikawa-fucking-Tooru we’re talking about!

He could do nothing but stare intently in a silent adoration as he allowed his heartbeat to meld with the smoothness of the melody, sweeping him out of Iwa-chan’s bedroom and into a whole other universe entirely. One where there exists no pain, no sadness, no fear. One where tears dried before they could even splatter upon the ground. One where everything was happy and perfect and...good.

—

IWA

Five years have passed, yet I miss him all the same. If anything, the ache has only grown to, somehow, prove itself increasingly unbearable over the time we’ve spent apart. My stare falls upon my guitar. Not the new one, which is this modern, flashy model with a bold red design, but my first-ever guitar, boasting its worn-out strings and dulled body. The hole in my heart digs itself impossibly deeper.

We had dated not long after that night—the night I played my song to him, and suddenly it became our song. We would whip it out like a handy party trick whenever we’d hangout with the rest of the team, and it was...nice to say the very least. Well, while it lasted, of course. Highschool love, teenage love, is constantly fleeting. Temporary. That was my philosophy at least, until Oikawa Tooru appeared and changed everything. I disregarded every sense of rationality, and all for the blissful rush of romance which he offered. The sneaking out, the small notes snuck into each other’s lockers, the way he draped his jacket over me when I got cold, the tender kisses shared in a darkened room.

I loved it. All of it. And when I lost him, I missed him too. All of him.

I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised, though. After all, teenage love is but a transient feeling, is it not? I had to drill the reiteration of my old motto back into my head when we split, so that I may never allow myself to yield to the temptations of love, or at least the attractive promise of one, ever again. Eventually, we had to go our separate ways. He pursued volleyball, and I chased relentlessly after a different growing passion of mine, though honestly rather unexpected; music.

And now here I am. Sitting backstage at my own show, waiting patiently for my cue. My foot taps a random rhythm against the floor as I mentally debate with myself whether or not my choice for the opening song truly was the best option.

I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?

He might be watching.

Fair, but would he even recognize me? Does he even remember me at all? I mean, it’s been so long...

I think he’d remember something as sentimental as the song you first played him. I mean, you were the first guy he ever dated.

Yeah, keyword: “ dated “. He’s probably moved on by now.

Shit, do you think he’s found someone new already? What if he brought them to the show?

Nah, nah. That’s highly unlikely. Impossible, even. The latter, that is. It’s not exactly that popular of a show.

Right, you’re right. So there’s nothing to worry about. Hakuna-fuckin-matata, right?

I suck in a sharp breath as the lights come on, laughing dryly.

Hakuna-fuckin-matata.

—

OIKAWA

My hands fiddle with one another as I push my way past the busy crowd to find a spot amongst the front row. A cheery girl with astonishingly-saturated red hair and an almoat-overwhelming brightness about her, greets me. I scoff, amused.

A fangirl, no doubt. Charming.

“ Oikawa! Ohmygoshohmygosh, Oikawa Tooru!! Hi!! I’m—I’m— “

I glance at the front row, which is only a few steps away, as her blubbered words start to blur together. I laugh.

“ A fan, right? Want my autograph or something? A picture, maybe? “

Her eyes light up vastly and she begins to bounce up and down with the same enthusiasm I’ve noticed to be common among practically all fangirls.

“ YES! Ohmygosh, yesyesyesYES!! “

My grin widens as I click my blue pen, which I carry around for autographs ( oh, the pains of being famous ), and hurriedly sign my name on her collared shirt. It was a fairly pretty garment, I’ll admit, but at this moment I didn’t really care, and I’m sure neither did she, judging by the way she squealed excitedly and took a spam of what had to be a million-and-one selfies with it.

I finally find a place among the jumping people at the front, taking in the atmosphere. The lights dim, and brighter white ones turn on in their place.

The show is about to start.

—

IWA

“ Hey, everyone. I— “ The mic whines with feedback. I wince, wrapping my free hand around it and trying again.

“ I’m—I’m opening with a song that’s very dear to me. I wrote it way back in highschool, but it’s always stuck with me, kinda like a safety net...of sorts. I uh, hope you enjoy. “

Shit, why am I being so damn awkward? I’ve never been this awkward before a show. Maybe it’s because of that damn opening song. Oh well. Too late to back out now.

Irritated, I push the thought away, wetting my lips as the drowning claps and whoops from the crowd cheer me on. My hand hovers just over the strings. It’s shaking. No matter. I close my eyes, and imagine him holding them. Him encompassing my hands within the warmth of his, just like he did all those years, which were now lost in the past. Him looking at me, him telling me it’s okay. Him.

I breathe all my nerves out.

Him.

And I begin to play.

The awkwardness melts away almost instantaneously as I pour every dripping ounce of my heart out into the song, the music swelling wildly with every emotion I had forced in for the dreariness of these five years. My eyes shoot open when the chorus hits. I feel like I’m king of the world.

I catch a familiar set of eyes. Richly brown. Deep.

Oh shit.

My breath hitches when I realize who they belong to; Him. His. He-

No, no, it couldn’t be. Could it?

It felt too real, as if I’ve somehow managed to reduce his very existence to nothing but romanticized self indulgent daydreams of what we once had, woven into the vast vagueness of song lyrics with a naïve hope of what could’ve been. And now here he was, at my concert of all places, for god knows what reason. The colourful lights fell upon his face in the most flattering manner, though admittedly I suppose anything would be flattering on him either way. But under this light especially, at my concert, he looked nothing short of perfect. Of lovely.

But of course he was. This was Oikawa-fucking-Tooru, after all.

The chorus hits with a sharp accent. I belt with all that I am, for the boy who took a rough sketch of a dream and made it reality, for the boy who found an unmatched sense of home among those of his highschool volleyball team, for the boy who wound up so foolishly falling in love with his best friend. For him, for my fans, but most of all, for me.

“ But when he loves me, I feel like I’m floating, when he calls me pretty, I feel like somebody— “

I maintain eye contact with him. It’s scary, burning holes into my tattered soul, which I had pieced together so carefully with cathartic lyrics scratched into the pages of creased notebooks. I’m secretly scared that his gaze will somehow break it all down again. But that’s when I finally understand; it’s him. This, this song, it’s about him. It’s always been about him. There will be no one else, could be no one else for me. That...sheer elation, the unfiltered emotion which sparked this song to begin with—I understood now. That was love. More specifically, love which my chest held for Oikawa. It’s as if I’ve been harshly disillusioned to see what I’d been unconsciously denying all these years, seeing him here. It’s always been Oikawa. How could I not have known? After all, I’m constantly recalling the day he held me in a tight embrace after one of our best matches, happy tears staining my damp jersey as he whispered in my ear the praise I’ve subconsciously always wished to hear.

“ You did good. “

Though it seems painfully mundane, simple to anyone else, it was...different, coming from his lips, hearing it in his voice. I took that compliment and kept it close to me for all eternity, immortalizing it within the varying notes of this song. I stare right back at him with a newfound fervour, an unknown intent, a epiphanic strength.

“ Even when we fade eventually to nothing, you will always be my favourite form of lovely. “

His eyes widen.

—

OIKAWA

My heart clenches as Iwa freely powers through the rest of the song. But during this moment, it feels as though it was created solely for us. As if the universe, as if fate itself had decided that despite the harshness of this world, and every little force fighting to keep us apart, this one moment, if anything, was ours. Truly ours. Our song, our moment. Ours. Time suspended itself indefinitely as the onyx hearth of his gaze finally met with mine. Unexpectedly enough, it stayed there.

And everything fell into place.

The song didn’t take me to a paradise without tears, or pain, or sorrow anymore. It took me to a place with Iwa in it. I realize now that...I want the tears. I want the pain. I want the grief. I want the good and the bad and the light and the dark, so long as I can have Iwa there with me through it all. I want him. All of him. I’ve want to love him enough to love his “ unglam “ moments and his admirable aspects all the same. I want to be there with him through every body-wrecking tear, every hearty laugh, and every glimmer of happiness. I want to be able to see the face he makes during a scary movie, to open an umbrella for him during the rain. I want to see the sunlight glow upon his cheek, I want to count the stars with him until I fall asleep. I want everything about him, for to me, he is everything. And it’s this song...this damned song which brought it all back.

It was ours. And I realize now...it was about...me. I mean, I’ll admit that I’ve always been a little more on the conceited side, but how could you deny it? It had to be. It had to. Had to. I wanted it to, at least. I wanted it to be about me so desperately, it sent a cold pain through my chest. A single, lonely tear falls down my cheek as the crowd around me erupts into a sea of laughter and off-tune singing from the audience.

What if it wasn’t? I mean, you guys broke up. You told him you moved on. Yes, it was a lie to lessen the pain, but he didn’t know that. What if it was about someone else completely and you’d just been an idiot this whole time? What if—

The concert comes to a close much faster than I thought it would, much faster than I would’ve ever wished for it to. I don’t know what I’m doing, what I’m thinking, but my legs move before I even have a chance to question them. I’ve always been one to think before acting, hence why I’m such a star on the court, but this time, my emotions seem to be taking over. I don’t know what’s come over me, what this unusual, hot feeling is. It’s exciting and intimidating all at once, and I hate it because I know what it must be. In a hot flash, I find myself standing at the door of Iwa’s changing room. How many bodyguards I must have recklessly shoved out of the way to get here in the blur of adrenaline, I don’t even want to begin to think about.

My hand freezes over the door. “ Iwa “ is engraved in bold gold letters with a deeply-etched star sticking out at the bottom. Taking a deep breath, I knock frantically.

“ I-Iwa-chan? It’s uh...it’s Oikawa. “

—

IWA

I pause in the midst of buttoning up my shirt. A solid three are left undone. But his voice...how could I ignore it? Ignore him? I haven’t heard his voice in what feels like eternity, but I’d be kidding myself if I had said I’d forgotten it. The constant yearning was always so irritating. Such a pain. At least it made for decent music, I mean, I’ve been booking shows. But alas, one problem before another.

“ O-Oikawa? “ I slowly pace to the doorknob as I twist it open.

Holy shit.

It is him after all. He hasn’t changed a bit. He remains the charming, handsome man I remember him to be, even after all this time has passed.

“ How’d you get—why are you here? “

“ Iwa, there’s...there’s just...there’s something I need to ask. “

“ Huh? “

“ That song...our song.... “

“ Shit, right! I, uh...sorry. I didn’t ask you about it because I honestly didn’t expect you to show up at all. It’s been what, five years? “ I stumble subtly over my words, rubbing the back of my neck.

He turns away sheepishly. Almost...longingly, even.

“ Yeah...it has. “

He clicks his tongue.

“ Who, uh...who was that song about? The curiosity’s been eating at me. “

A heat rises to my cheeks. A pause.

“ I—It—Ugh, fuck it. “

I’ve never been the best at talking directly to Oikawa, not since I realized that what I felt for him extended to something past the bounds of friendship. So I decided to do the only thing I knew to do in that moment—show him instead.

My lips crash against his as he slams the door behind him. The palpable tension between us is shattered immediately, and everything is faded out into insignificance. All that matters is the man in my arms, the man I’d been longing so desperately, so hopelessly for all this fucking time. I kiss him against the smoothness of the door, hands immediately trailing to his soft locks. I twirl and twine them as I see flashes, bright hues of heaven itself. His lips upon mine are the most perfect fit. His touch is painfully intoxicating, and I show him, wordlessly, with an unparalleled fervour—just who the song was about. He melts into it, matching my energy with a foreign sense of passion.

—

OIKAWA

“ Do you think...the universe is gonna try to separate us again? “ I ask softly, voice barely even a whisper. Tears wet my lashes at the very thought of being without him again. For those five years, though I was living my dream...it didn’t feel complete. Not without him. I blink them away aggressively, focusing on the night sky above us. My head is resting in his lap, and we’re simply...existing together beneath the curtain of darkened pools which hung above our twined bodies.

Iwa strokes my hair nonchalantly as he interlocks his fingers with mine. “ Of course. It always will. But we found each other didn’t we? And even after...even after this life has passed and we’re reduced to nothing but ash, I’m convinced we’ll meet again. One way or another. “

He tucks a straying tuft of hair from brushing my lashes.

“ Even then...even then you’ll still be my favourite form of lovely. Or whatever. “ He scoffs at his own over-poetic response, looking away with a tiny smirk.

“ Okay, Mr. Songwriter! “ I tease, nudging his side in a playful manner.

He rolls his eyes, bending down to kiss me once more.

For the first time in a long time, I feel complete. I’m on cloud 9.

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #466

“she is the butcher, she wants the air / she hides the scars under her hair”

Who do you think cares the most about you? My mom. What do you do when you’re pissed off? Isolate and cry. Have you ever had unprotected sex? Good luck catchin' me do that. What did your mother study at university? Social work. What was the last thing you took a video of? I have zero idea. What is your least favorite kind of weather? Hot and humid weather can actually fuck off. What was the last housework you did? Does changing my cat's litter count? Have you ever had famous neighbors? Not to my knowledge. Have you ever lived in a small community where everyone knew each other? Nope. Have you ever actually drank warm milk? NO EW EW EW EW EW Do you talk to your pets? If you don't, are you REALLY a pet parent??????? Who is a famous person you could see yourself reading a biography about? He's always said he doesn't want to but I really hope Mark writes an autobiography one day alskdjklafjw;ejr Are there any numbers you dislike for any reason? No. What skill that you have do you make most use of? idk man Have you ever done something sexual that you regret? Nah. Have you ever said anything to the last person you kissed that you regret? No. Have you ever ate so much you puked? No. Do you care about what others think of your physical appearance? Sometimes/some places yes, other times/places, no. Would you rather eat cookies or brownies? It would probably change with what I'm feeling, but I lean towards a nice center piece brownie. :^) If you’re out late, where are you likely to be? This literally never happens. Do you ever visit your mall’s arcade (if it has one)? Our mall is lame as fuck. It definitely doesn't have one. What’s your absolute favorite topic to discuss? Mark, lmao. What is your least favorite topic to discuss? Politics. Have you ever been confined to a wheelchair? "Confined" seems like a strong word, but a nurse did give me one at the doctor's office when I massively tore a ligament in my foot and could barely walk at all. If you have a job, who’s your closest friend at work? Don't remind me that I don't have a job. Have you told anyone you love them today? Not yet, but I'm sure I will later. Have you ever worked in an office? No, but I guess that's what I'm going to wind up going for once I'm ready to job-hunt again... It feels sad that I'm actually aiming for the cubicle life now just because my interaction with people would be much more limited than with most other jobs. Who does the grocery shopping in your house? My mom. Do you prefer margarine or butter, and why? I don't even know if I'd recognize the taste difference. Have you ever been in serious trouble at work or school? No. Do you have any strange fears or phobias that you’re embarrassed of? That I'm embarrassed of, no. Can you smell anything right now? No. Have you ever tried coconut water? No. Which Asian country would you like to visit the most? Idk. Maybe Japan? How old were your parents when they got engaged? I have no idea. Have you ever done a first aid course? No. If so, would you be prepared to perform CPR if necessary? No. Have you ever ‘done it’ in a hotel room? No. Just the idea grosses me out. Where is your next vacation? Couldn't tell ya, buddy. Which are better black or green olives? I'm not a fan of black olives, and I won't even TRY green ones. They just look so fucking disgusting to me. Does your car have a backup camera? Mom's doesn't. Have either of your parents ever been in trouble with the law? No. Do you have a preferred brand of bottled water? Essentia. Is your skin more oily, dry, or combination? It's a combination depending on the location. Where did you meet your current significant other? High school band. What kind of house do you wish you lived in? One that's in the woods. What was the last compliment you received from an old lady? I don't have a clue. Do you know how to cut hair? Properly, no. Have you ever had a classmate die? I believe maybe once? If you have a song stuck in your head, what is it? I recently discovered "Foxy, Foxy" by Rob Zombie and it's Good Stuff. Do you tend to space out a lot? Very much so. What people have changed your life for the better? My parents, my psychiatrist, a PHP therapist, Sara, debatably Jason... Have you ever had any kind of dangerous addiction? What’s this addiction? Caffeine, I guess. Are your parents still married, divorced, or split up? Like this decision? They're divorced, and while it sucks for your parents to split up, it's a decision that I definitely approve of given all they ever did was fight when I was growing up. Them staying together would've been very destructive. Have you ever heard of Hollywood Undead? Do you like them? Well yeah, and I like a large number of songs to where I'd consider myself a fan. I actually had a shirt in high school. Has anyone ever called you a coward before? Who called you that? I don't believe so. Are you a Jeffree Star fan? Or no? Do you think he’s awesome/dumb? Honestly, yes. Like he's done dumb shit, but has more than sufficiently apologized for it in my opinion and changed his behavior for the better. I also - astonishingly - like his music quite a bit. As well, his work ethic is fucking INCREDIBLE, like extremely admirable. Has your grandmother ever made you anything? Not including cookies. I don't think so. I don't even think she ever liked me. Do you disgust anyone? Did they tell you that? Why is this, anyways? Not that I know of. When was the last time you cried, and why (if you want to share)? I don't remember, actually. Probably just about life. Who was the last person who was rude to you? *shrug* Do you have a relationship with God? lol no, and even if I believed in him, I wouldn't have a remotely decent opinion of that entity. Is weed legal in your state? No. Have you ever thrown up in class? In kindergarten, yes. What is something that you used to be ashamed of, but now you’re not? As a kid, being a girl, I was so embarrassed by liking Pokemon. Now, I am literally wearing an Eeveelutions shirt and went out in public lmao. I couldn't care less about loving them cuties. Have you ever walked outside in below zero weather? No; I've never experienced those temperatures. Have you ever held a newborn baby? Yes, but I was sitting down. I would be WAY too scared of dropping a baby otherwise. Are a ton of your Facebook friends getting married and having kids now? I legitimately think most of my friends on there already have kids and/or are married/engaged. It's triggering sometimes and was a massive motivator for me taking a break from there. What’s something you believe in that most people don’t? So uh, I hope this doesn't sound insensitive given how it just passed, but I 100% believe the U.S. government was to some extent involved in 9/11. There is an incredible amount of evidence when you do the research. Is there anyone who’s dear in your heart who’s going down the wrong path? I worry about one of my good friends quite a bit. She is horribly addicted to pot (like, she admits it) in a state where it's not legal, and I'm concerned she'll face legal repercussions eventually. She also dates an absolute lowlife asshole, but they've been together for a very long time, and I just worry about how that might damage her later down the road. Do you get enough sleep? God, it never feels like it. What’s something you wish you would have known sooner? That college wouldn't work for me. Like, I dropped out of three. I do NOT want to know the debt I'm in. What’s the next big project you plan to start? Idk. Possibly something for Girt's birthday because Mom really pissed me off and doesn't want to spend *any*thing to help me get something for him. Is that bad on my end? Like she pointed out he knows I don't work, but like... come on. He's my bf, one of my greatest friends ever, and you can't spare anything? I really don't know if that's selfish or not; it's just that if I get him nothing, I will feel like ACTUAL garbage. So making something may just be my only option. I just dunno what... Do you think you were cute in your baby pictures? omg yes, idk what happened Do you remember pre-school? A lot of it, yes. My long-term memory is pretty damn amazing. Would you allow your children to date prior to 16? Yes. Does your town have a farmer’s market? I think so? Which app on your phone do you tend to get the most notifications from? Pokemon GO, lol. How old were you when you met your current best friend? Around 11. What is something you gave up on after many failed attempts? Photography is coming real fuckin close. I've been trying to go somewhere with that for YEARS. Would you rather read a book, or listen to the audiobook? Physically read. I think my attention would stray listening to an audiobook. Do you think tomorrow will be a better day than today? It's possible, idk. I had a doctor's appointment today that absolutely slaughtered my mood, so I feel fucking horrific, but Girt is also coming over today, and I'm sure he'll cheer me up. I won't see him tomorrow, so that's a bummer. With which friend are you most likely to share a secret? Sara. What is the last thing you complained about? It's hot as shit outside. Is there a show you swear that you will never watch? 13 Reasons Why. What was the last topic that you ranted about? Anti-vax bullshit. Who is the most sensitive person that you know? Bitch, me. Have you ever had a tooth (or teeth) pulled? No. What did you do last Halloween? Literally nothing on the actual holiday. :/ Fire drills: Did you ever wish they were real… just once? ... To get out of school, yes. :x What was the last thing that you felt strongly about? I am still positively livid about Texas' "heartbeat bill." Fuck that place and fuck that law. What is one insecurity you have about your body? Um, everything???? What is one part of your body that you are proud of? Nothing????

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''foxy foxy'' by rob zombie

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Edie & Liam

aleeunayzhun: anyone else think the ‘monster’ addition was totally unnecessary and has taken away from what was a mildly intriguing ARG concept beforehand?

aleeunayzhun: 🙄 back on the trail for a new rabbithole to fall down

level26: Yeah, axed it for me

aleeunayzhun: the paranormal route can be alright if it’s done right but usually it ain’t and then it’s a cop-out, PM definitely didn’t think where they were going with this

aleeunayzhun: the ones that rely on the real world but twist it are always scarier to me, no one ever has the balls to stick with it, to not throw in some bullshit ghost jumpscares to get the idiots with

level26: creepypasta is where it ends up with barely no exceptions

aleeunayzhun: mhmm

aleeunayzhun: and no one has shanked their mate over anything on there in time

level26: got a few I’ll volunteer if the next 🐇 is more of this or promo again

aleeunayzhun: If one more shitty band thinks throwing out some binary or morse code makes them any less shit, I’ll join you

level26: dednah tfel neve t'nia ylbaborp yeht

aleeunayzhun: imij erew yeht hsiw yeht

level26: 👅💔🍆💔🎸💔

aleeunayzhun: 💔 they reckon hot groupies hang about on reddit

level26: trolls are their groupies, they can only be fuelled by edgy r/hate 🤘

aleeunayzhun: awh, r/hate is only a degree away from r/love after-all

level26: just like that, a plotline that’d be less crap than [whatever this ARG we’re slagging off is called]

aleeunayzhun: not gonna start my annoying beg promo in here quite yet but how hard was that, really

level26: us both being spam bots is still a better twist than the monster did it

aleeunayzhun: Привет, дорогая, хочешь увидеть мои сексуальные фотки? Hажмите ссылку СЕЙЧАС! [‘Hello dear, do you want to see my sexy pictures? Click the link NOW!’ And a link to god knows what lmao]

level26: NO soundcloud rapper link?! 💀 what an r/cockblock

aleeunayzhun: how’d you guess 😏

level26: my paranormal powers kicked in, clicking that link must’ve leveled me up

aleeunayzhun: advert for communism? 🤔🤫

level26: find me and my sick beats on r/motherrussia

aleeunayzhun: MK Ultra is definitely taken by about 1000 other shit DJs

aleeunayzhun: and is the poorly executed plot of several other ARGs I’ve also given up on

level26: KM Extra is my personal fave shit DJ, really doing something

aleeunayzhun: the fact I genuinely know who that is 😷😷

level26: I noclipped into his set at [somewhere she would have heard of even if she’s not been] talk about an eldritch location

aleeunayzhun: you must’ve felt like the only player in a crowd of NPCs 🧟‍♀️🧠💀🧟‍♂

level26: close enough to the review I would’ve left

aleeunayzhun: I’ll leave it

aleeunayzhun: I know the coordinates

level26: I’ll 👀 out for it

level26: you on moscow standard time or one of the other 10?

aleeunayzhun: I’m the Russian spy, I hack you, comrade

level26: ❤️ tôi cũng cam kết với chính nghĩa cộng sản ❤️ [with some link to the Communist Party of Vietnam because we’re saying we’re as committed to communism]

aleeunayzhun: [links to the Communist Party of Ireland to be like obvs we have both worked out we’re actually from here

level26: cracked the code, like, full props to KM Extra

aleeunayzhun: Only in Dubo would that shit fly

level26: they’d eat his head off outside the pale, yeah, galway’d be having none of it

aleeunayzhun: what they got but a bunch of rocks though

level26: easy pick for the murder weapon

aleeunayzhun: you’d never get far enough in the guinness factory to drown someone in a vat 💔

level26: could do if you got a job as manager and closed for essential maintenance

aleeunayzhun: 💡

aleeunayzhun: won’t do no harm to the taste

level26: iron boost if he’s bleeding heavily when he goes in

aleeunayzhun: delicious and nutritious

level26: ARG coming soon from guinness

aleeunayzhun: bastards better give credit

level26: they can have it, we’re not short of ideas

aleeunayzhun: and you ain’t heard nothing yet

aleeunayzhun: not making it that easy for the wannabe PMs with none of their own

aleeunayzhun: 🔐the real ones

level26: fair play, given enough freebies out in this thread

aleeunayzhun: 🤐

aleeunayzhun: [later on though definitely some way to contact her privately but in a way that you’ve got to work it out of course]

level26: [at least then we can switch to y’all’s names ‘cause I can’t think of a username for the life of me lol]

Edie: [You can add it later and change it, it’s fine lol]

Liam: 🔓

Edie: 1 🔑 for 1 💎

Edie: Suitably impressed

Liam: if I knew anywhere that loaded a 💎 into the gun I’d be off but what’s impressive about a swollen and green ear

Edie: Impressive, no; but good footage for the game? Absolutely

Liam: I’d do it here to have time to mess about with all the lighting and angles

Edie: you’re 🎥

Edie: not enough have actual artistic merit so fair play

Liam: but thinking about it, recording the conveyor belt of a trainee stabbing holes in screaming babies ears all day could have some merit to it, maybe I should get myself up

Edie: you can buy anything and everything from bezos

Edie: live your dreams

Liam: putting my dreams on tape would be worse than the monster reveal

Liam: cheapest jumpscares and effects

Edie: not to mention outing yourself to the whole thread, not just me

Liam: how many teachers would crawl out the woodwork if there was a mass reveal

Edie: to offer you the school’s stellar mental health services

Edie: the one nurse phoning it in

Liam: find my dad lurking on the thread too, that’d be a trip

Edie: unexpectedly wholesome

Edie: I’ll start hiding caches where my dad hides his stashes

Edie: unintentional rhyme

Liam: bars 🎼

Edie: @ KM Extra

Liam: Fachtna to his ma who thinks he’s a saint

Edie: Oof

Edie: ARG concept no. ? the horror of the Irish language

Liam: my ma would be 😱 if I went and hugged her for not doing me that wrong

Edie: not the audience we aim to 😱 really

Liam: too easy

Edie: almost as easy as your name to spell and say

Edie: you even from here 👽

Liam: wouldn’t take enough working out to set you as a test, records are basically lying about

Edie: nothing relating to school is a challenge

Liam: just getting that nurse to give a shit

Edie: if she reckons she’s 👀 it all…

Liam: front row of our intended audience

Edie: splash zone

Liam: she’s never off her phone, spy like you won’t have no problem hacking it

Edie: her nudes = actual monstrosity

Liam: dunno what Mr Doyle sees in her

Edie: yeah, he’s such a looker himself, like

Liam: his wife used to be pretty fit

Edie: don’t matter when she explains how and why people cheat

Edie: psychobabble gets ‘em off every time

Liam: if they taught psychology nobody’d be off each other or learning anything then

Edie: sounds like any other standard schoolday

Liam: that's what they’re getting up to in your class, is it

Edie: as cliche as the monster, yeah

Liam: 🔥🏫

Edie: hear hear

Edie: got to make the endless fire drills worth it one day

Liam: can’t miss me standing in line or not

Edie: then I won’t

Liam: next false alarm I pull

Edie: + 💎

Liam: + 👀

Liam: dont have to hate every cliche

Edie: not the good ones

Edie: all about how you use or misuse them

Liam: can you overuse eye contact

Edie: I can

Liam: I can make a kubrick stare work however many takes you wanna do

Edie: you don’t think I’m a one-take 🌟

Liam: I’ve not shot you

Edie: 🤯🔫

Liam: I’m not a one-take 📷📹

Edie: is that a brag for not suffering from premature ejaculation?

Liam: do you need that reassurance

Edie: I don’t know

Liam: I’ll think about other unsexy shit if your eyes start getting to me too much

Edie: Ha, yeah right

Edie: just don’t think about the 🔥

Liam: 🚒 buzzkill

Edie: 🚓 cockblock

Liam: 🚑 scene stealers

Edie: 🛸 out of here

Liam: before you can get stuck there as a 👻

Edie: Purgatory is preferable to that place forever

Liam: stay alive and it’s simple to get out of 🏫

Edie: I’ll leave my bag behind

Edie: 1st rule and only, really

Liam: don’t really need a pile of textbooks

Edie: I doubt that’s what you carry

Edie: I know I don’t

Liam: I can get more of what I do and I bet you could too

Edie: Bars

Liam: 😏

Edie: You’ve promo’d him a lot if you ain’t him

Edie: KM, like

Edie: bit sus

Liam: you said you know who he is, you know I ain’t

Liam: maybe I love him or some gay shit

Edie: none of his tracks sound like love songs

Liam: guess he don’t love me back

Edie: Oh honey

Edie: lock him in when you set the fire

Liam: he can keep spitting out those fuck yous til the end

Edie: dedication ✊

Liam: and +++ for morale

Edie: what a lad

Liam: love triangle is a cliche too far, take a deep breath or something

Edie: bit possessive

Liam: directors are dicks

Edie: and the heartbroken

Liam: yeah, couldn’t be kind to you if I wanted

Edie: I’ll survive

Edie: you’ve given me the heads up, I’ll give you the 👀

Liam: respect killing me with your 👀 and taking him for yourself

Edie: who could blame me

Liam: my ma as I’m dead, like

Edie: true

Edie: i’ll avoid her at the tescos

Liam: 🛒 dash

Edie: got a selection of my own

Edie: [picture because the random crap you would have in the barns lmao]

Liam: [a picture of one he stole at some point that’s on fire or been blown up or whatever]

Edie: 👏

Edie: what else can we 💥

Liam: got any barns you don’t use

Liam: or 🚜 stuff

Edie: loads

Edie: if you’re lucky, I’ll leave another 🔑

Liam: got another ear to put a 💎 in, luck’s gonna run out beyond it

Edie: sounds like some gay shit, you should

Liam: 👌

Liam: [pics when we’ve done this because of course we have, casually raiding either your mother or sister’s jewellery stashes here like]

Edie: Oh

Edie: actually looks kinda sick

Edie: you’re welcome then

Liam: I’ll send the footage when I’ve edited it

Edie: I look forward to it

Edie: I can’t give you any clues

Liam: what makes you think I need em

Edie: [idk how to differentiate but clearly the clue to where you live needs to be much harder to find and then decode lmao]

Liam: [awkward when he blatantly already knows where you live]

Edie: [do not even need to do the work, whoops]

Liam: [convincingly pretend you are though please]

Edie: [thank god he’s not a murderer even if he is a stalker, just giving out this info willynilly]

Liam: [not your stalker, it’s FINE]

Edie: [oh dear oh dear]

Edie: I’ll know when you work it out

Liam: yeah, I’ll show up 📷📹🌾

Liam: or send a 📦💣 if you wanna take things slow

Edie: you decide

Edie: I’ll shake all the packages extra hard

Liam: cancel the real 🐇 I thought about

Edie: animal cruelty is lamer than bed wetting

Liam: never even tipped a 🐄

Edie: they’ll appreciate it

Edie: anyway, if you did, punishment is letting them kick you in the face so you lose in the end

Liam: head injury’s a win if I get caught for the 🔥🏫 or being seen staring in your window

Edie: 😍🤤 just serial killer things

Liam: pretend I didn’t say KM’s gonna be my 1st victim

Edie: I’ll never feel special otherwise

Liam: you don’t feel special knowing I cracked your code

Edie: if anything, it makes you look smart and me not smart enough

Liam: you’re smart enough that I wanted to

Edie: I’m not going to ruin it with a cliche jumpscare now

Liam: me either, you’re smart enough too to see me coming

Edie: and you’re tall, so I hear

Liam: dunno where from, my dad’s not

Edie: he’s definitely your dad?

Edie: I may as well accuse your ma because I’m already avoiding her for the whole killing you thing

Liam: don't act like it which probably means he is

Edie: ha, real talk

Edie: I think you might be taller than mine

Edie: he’s 6’2

Liam: ha, I am

Edie: you’re the tallest person in school, possibly town

Edie: definite 👽

Liam: taking their time parking the ufo and picking me up, typical dad

Edie: did they forget ET or leave him here on purpose

Edie: he was fucking annoying

Liam: if I looked that much like a ballsack I’d understand

Edie: 😂

Edie: least you’d get to get fucked up with baby Drew Barrymore

Liam: baileys on cereal does taste sick, always down for that

Edie: yum

Edie: what do your fingers look like

Liam: [a video of his hands from lots of angles like hello]

Edie: hot

Edie: you can call me Elliot

Liam: or just call you instead of home

Edie: 😎 so smooth

Liam: what’s my ma gonna say, get back, talking to you is smarter

Edie: I’ve got time to set up the voice distorter so you’re not disappointed by the lack of crEEEEeeeEPpPPpyyyyYy vibes

Liam: and I’ll have loads of time to hear how you sound without it when I stake your house out

Edie: I’ll be sure to be loud

Edie: and not chat total inane shit with my family

Liam: you got your own room

Edie: technically not

Edie: but there are other rooms and places to crash in, when I wanna be alone

Liam: there’s my excuse to zoom in creeEEPpILY close 👀 when you’re not

Edie: very awkward and even ruder if you confused me for my sister

Edie: no one’s done that for ages

Liam: how were they ever doing it

Edie: we’re both the white ones, they just didn’t know which was which

Liam: can’t be a hard code to crack, not gonna be confusing you for anyone

Edie: good

Edie: it was pretty annoying

Edie: and I’m already your second victim as it is

Liam: partner in crime, or groupie to mine if you’re not getting actively involved, but still standing at the end

Edie: hope you’re writing some of these down

Edie: ‘cos I’m not gonna be your groupie

Edie: got my own scores to settle, own havoc to wreak

Liam: don’t need to write down I don’t want you to die, I’ll remember

Edie: it rhymed though

Edie: I’ll steal your lines then

Liam: write as many songs about me as you want, be your groupie til I get 🛸✌️

Edie: [send your music links because you ain’t]

Edie: give me a sec to do yours but pretend any of these are about you

Liam: this is you

Liam: serious

Edie: yeah

Edie: if I was gonna lie I’d have done that a few steps ago

Liam: I’m gonna lie they’re all about me

Edie: that’s what serious meant

Liam: it meant I’m impressed and you’re downplaying how smart you are

Edie: you can be my hypeman and overplay it

Liam: [does by uploading this edited ear piercing escapade with whatever song of hers we like and fits the vibe playing in it, giving her credit because we’re not a heathen and also putting on his stories that he’s listening to these tracks and hyping them how you can]

Edie: [so 😍 over this but trying to be chill somehow and somewhat even though we’re extra af anyway]

Edie: maybe I do wanna be your groupie

Edie: what do you want from me

Edie: like, I owe you and I want to give you something too, ‘cos

Edie: talking to you IS interesting

Edie: and not just because I could be talking to my ma or someone else really boring instead just ‘cos you are

Liam: [for real though her views would definitely go up cos the vibe is he knows loads of people through his sister but also through his weird vids and the raves and stuff he goes to now too so]

Liam: all I want’s to keep talking to you, for as long as you’re into it

Liam: people don’t unless we’re off our faces, like

Edie: my notifications are popping off rn

Edie: I know what you mean though, everyone’s too scared to say or do anything when they don’t have something to blame it on, like being stupid or weird or whatever the fuck actually matters

Edie: more than being bored and alone

Liam: dunno what they’re more scared of, what they wanna ask or how I’m gonna answer, least I know what the topic’ll be

Liam: every convo I have is a loop

Edie: all anyone ever cares about and knows is the headlines

Edie: as if there aren’t countless hours minutes seconds before and after the big events they all 👀 and 👂

Liam: work out sweet for you as a headliner

Edie: Getting them to talk about what I’m doing instead of whatever my parents and the rest of the fucking fam did or do is the goal

Liam: with me hyping you up, no bother, keep knocking out hits and I’ll promo em with no trace of binary or morse code

Edie: and you make films

Edie: I wasn’t sure if you were pissing about at first

Edie: every other person in that thread is an aspiring filmmaker so

Liam: did put me off for a while

Edie: Yours aren’t going to be bad Blair Witch ripoffs though

Edie: I can say that much without seeing

Edie: even the stuff you’ve sent today is dope

Liam: do you wanna see

Edie: yes

Liam: [link her cos I doubt all the weird shit is just there chilling on your insta or whatever]

Edie: [just casually watching all of this nbd]

Liam: siht ekil kool annog weiver ruoy

Liam: или, может быть, это

Edie: hoặc tôi có thể làm như thế này [‘or I could do it like this’]

Edie: si ffuts ruoy kniht i looc woh edih annaw tnod i tub

Liam: ba mhó an spraoi é a cheilt agus a lorg go pearsanta [hide and seek would be more fun in person]

Edie: If you’ve worked out where I live like you say

Edie: be fair and count to 100

Liam: you reckon you made it that easy do you

Liam: be cool if you added some 00s to that and gave me a fair chance

Edie: no, you could still be anyone

Liam: someone to be scared of, yeah I probably am

Edie: Do you want me to be scared of you

Liam: nah

Edie: Good because I’m not and I never promised I was a 🌟 so

Liam: 🤩 with or without promises

Edie: How have I never spoke to you before

Edie: so weird

Liam: I wouldn’t have known what to say to a girl like you

Edie: You seem like you’re coping fine to me

Liam: from behind a keyboard I can cope with anything

Edie: You’re not afraid of me either

Liam: not yet

Edie: What do you think I’m like?

Liam: smart, creative, nice to talk to and look at

Edie: then you’ve got nothing to be afraid of

Liam: I’ve got nothing, that’s bang on

Edie: I’m not trying to take anything from you

Edie: but I could throw those compliments back to you x 10000

Liam: you don’t like possessive, I ain’t gonna tell you what to do

Edie: I didn’t say that

Edie: you could claim better than a soundcloud DJ though

Liam: been waiting to hear that compliment specifically

Edie: 😏

Edie: You look like you’d be a fuckboy

Edie: that’s what I thought

Edie: you’re that good-looking

Liam: if I was the game’d be making you think I wasn’t, which is kinda where we are

Edie: True

Edie: so I’m that dumb or you’re that good, what are we going for?

Liam: you’re smart enough to play dumb, I don’t think I can aim for god tier puppet mastery of anyone’s emotions

Edie: I can see the appeal of that

Edie: closing you eyes to thing you don’t wanna see, to see the things you do

Edie: but mine are wide open

Liam: I ain’t mad, there’d be no appeal to yours being closed, unless you drop bars in your sleep too

Edie: you’re gonna find which window is mine and find out, yeah

Liam: wake you up before you name drop KM as it’s MY thing

Edie: that’s your man, I can respect it

Liam: exclusivity is a + for you then, I’m taking notes

Edie: I don’t really know

Edie: everyone’s lame

Liam: I’ve been there, yeah

Edie: I can’t fake enthusiasm for the sake of it

Liam: it’s a shite idea, doable or not

Edie: I don’t intend to

Edie: 🤞

Liam: can’t think why you’d have to

Edie: I won’t make you promise

Liam: what’ll you make me do

Edie: I want you to show

Edie: and be real and not just go ghost after this

Edie: but I don’t know if you will and I know you might

Liam: be a short afterlife, we don’t get american summers

Edie: we both got the capabilities, but I can promise not to stalk you if you like

Edie: if you want to stick to usernames and anonymity

Liam: not working out where you are to prove I can and a face in the window haunting wouldn’t even impress any dads lurking on the thread

Edie: Alright but I’d be more inclined to keep a secret if you asked opposed to all the dads

Liam: I wouldn’t wanna keep anything we do secret

Edie: Yeah?

Liam: if this is a scam I’m falling for everyone’ll see why and if it’s not I’m gonna document everything

Edie: I won’t ask for your credit card details even once

Edie: This is… different

Edie: isn’t it

Liam: you can have my ma’s, you’re avoiding her and the big tescos

Liam: I don’t know what this is, I wasn’t expecting you at the end of any of those links

Edie: It IS the least she could do

Edie: If I had a guess, you weren’t it

Edie: Even though you mentioned Dubo, it isn’t that small of a town

Liam: ha, how livid you’d be if I was another american coming here for the culture

Edie: not close enough to st patrick’s that I was worried

Liam: how did you feel

Edie: I thought no way it was you at first

Edie: and then I couldn’t believe it was you

Edie: and then that I should’ve known you sooner

Edie: what about you?

Liam: I still can’t believe it’s you, I would’ve tried to chat to you sooner if I knew this is how it’d go

Edie: I’m glad we are now

Edie: and I’ve not fucked it up

Liam: if the small world’s not fucked it up, you won’t

Edie: like you said, be shit if you were in America

Liam: be crap if you were anyone else from school, like you said

Edie: If it was anyone else from school

Edie: this convo would be well over by now

Liam: it’s the longest I’ve had for years

Edie: It’s all so surface level, right

Edie: fuck that

Edie: I wanna know more about you, I don’t care if I shouldn’t just say that

Liam: what do you wanna know

Edie: Hmm

Edie: Do I only get the one question?

Edie: Because I’ll think more carefully if so

Liam: nah, there’s no limit on it

Edie: Cool

Edie: so how was your day, and what were you doing just before you went on the forum?

Liam: [send her a video of some rave or whatever you were at because it’s summer bitches]

Liam: + 3-4 hours sleeping

Edie: Lucky

Edie: where’d you sleep and where’s the weirdest place you’ve got + 3-4 hours sleep before?

Liam: [send her some of the blooper-esque stuff you cut out to make it look more fun than it is, cos we know you’re usually bored]

Liam: home, I can’t 💤 in random xD places but I could call your dad short and maybe have him in a fight

Edie: that’s hot

Edie: he could’ve been there and you coulda tested that theory

Edie: but I wanna be there when you do

Liam: you’d have a shite view from the stage with lights blinding you, can’t let on how talented you are while we’re there

Edie: 😶

Edie: he’s not old so it’s not on a par with animal abuse lameness

Liam: and if I get carried away you can stop me

Edie: can I

Edie: + skill points

Liam: 🎶 works on monsters

Edie: have to find a way to get you home before the 💤 hits

Edie: so cute 🥺

Liam: mine or yours

Edie: 😳

Edie: I’ll protect you while you sleep, see if you can at mine

Liam: I can’t if you’re 👀

Edie: that might be a problem

Liam: how long can you not blink for

Edie: [send a vid of an attempt]

Liam: can I keep this

Edie: ‘course

Edie: use it if you can

Liam: when you write a song about me it’ll need a vid

Edie: I’ve started

Edie: I think by the time you find me, it’ll be done

Liam: people who don’t know you are gonna think I edited your eyes that colour

Edie: hashtag they’re real 😏

Liam: the girl who said she had an operation as a kid’s the real you

Edie: 😂

Edie: they were going rouge and I’ve repressed those memories

Liam: what were you doing before you logged on

Edie: not at a rave, sadly

Edie: I was masterminding a sabotage though, trying to anyway

Liam: don’t leave it there giving me no details

Edie: it isn’t even bad ARG plot worthy

Edie: but my sister has her gross boyfriend over and I need to ruin their fun, obviously, because they are unbearable

Edie: easiest way to do that is make them babysit the twins because there’s nothing fun about 9 year olds

Edie: so I convinced ma to go out on a date, but I still need to get my brother out the way and he’s a massive nerd who never goes anywhere so I’m stumped

Liam: we could have fun with it, gotta be a route to go down that’s not just ripping off the shining again

Liam: a nerd how, he’s on mastermind and his subject is _

Edie: 🪓 is just a prop, honest

Edie: bones, not in a cool way

Edie: History, all that old shit

Liam: [obviously find some kind of obscure af exhibit or book signing or something that he’d potentially be interested in and send her the deets because sleuthing is what you do boy]

Edie: OMG but genuinely

Edie: you are too good at this, I’ll have to keep you around

Liam: stashed with the 🪓

Edie: if you fit

Edie: He’ll actually go to this, for sure

Edie: 🐓🚫

Liam: keep what you figure’s useful and chop off the rest 🧩🧟

Edie: 😋

Edie: what an offer

Edie: and I do need to keep busy so I can’t be asked to step in

Edie: not that I’d say yes

Liam: busy like with a 🧭

Edie: go on

Liam: [god knows what scavenger hunt he’s sending you on gal that he apparently just has ready at the drop of a hat but here we are]

Edie: [live your best nerd lives]

Liam: [really hope these clues aren’t something he was gonna torment your sister with, because no thank you]

Edie: [lmao i hope it wouldn’t translate so easy ‘cos imagine]

Liam: [it definitely wouldn’t but a hardcore blag happening here regardless, I like to think you were actually coming up with this for her while you were pretending to work out her address that you already know]

Edie: [that’s a solid shout ‘cos yeah that is a thing lol]

Edie: [definitely sending you the demo of this song at the end as a prize because we’re beyond 😍 now]

Liam: [likewise even though he’s trying to downplay how 😍 he is to himself rn because it’s so weird that she’s Rio’s sister and that he actually also likes her in her own right so we’re fully !?]

Liam: [nevertheless trying to think of something creepy but cool he could send to her house so she knows he knows where it is and that we think this demo is amazing obviously, maybe it’s lots of other people’s shit musical endeavours like KM that we’ve set on fire and otherwise destroyed in creative ways like you’ve slayed the competition gal since cds and tapes are back baby idk]

Edie: [I wonder if I can find something like that to post hmm to pinterest I go]

Liam: [love the visual of you just sneakily dropping off a massive box of melted plastic without anyone seeing you]

Edie: [you’re clearly good lmao, I was thinking we could do a convo with Billie between this and the next one though]

Liam: [good idea boo, I’m up for that]

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seokoloqy · 5 years

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Click, Click | jjk (m)

➳ PAIRING: jungkook x y/n

➳ GENRE: smut, pwp, college!au, f2l

➳ WORD COUNT: 2k

➳ WARNINGS: blowjob, virgin!jk, the sharing of unsolicited dick pics lmao

➳ SUMMARY: who knew someone else’s dick pic would get Jungkook his first blowjob?

➳ REQUEST: 7 (You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?) + 38 (You want me to give you your book/phone/item back? Make me.) with kook please!!

➳ A/N: wrote this in one sitting listening to the same 4 daniel caesar songs on repeat... anyway jk is a shy dorky mess in this and I love him!

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The incessant sound of your phone keyboard as you text makes it impossible for Jungkook to focus on his notes. It’s bad enough he doesn’t want to be studying in the first place. The way you snap your gum, tap your foot, and rapidly type is the worst kind of distraction, and his little crush on you only makes it harder to ignore.

“Can you… can you stop?”

You pause with your thumb over the send button, raising one eyebrow as he timidly taps his finger on his textbook. “Stop what?”

“You know, um, texting w-with the sound on. Maybe put your phone on silent,” he awkwardly chuckles, trying to soften his request, hoping you won’t be offended by something so small as silencing your phone. It wasn’t like you had to be there anyway. You were the one helping him study English. If you wanted to leave right now, you totally could. No one is going to stop you, especially not Jungkook, not when he’s so shy towards you.

“Oh, sure,” you say, flicking the mute switch down. “If something bothers you, don’t be afraid to do something about it next time, ‘kay?”

“Y-Yeah, okay,” he smiles, feeling the apples of his cheek turn pink and averting his eyes back down to the page. He tries to focus once again on the words in front of him, but your nails click on the screen once again and it’s nonstop.

Does he say something again? No, he shouldn’t. He just bothered you once about it, but then again, it’s really annoying.

“H-Hey,” he says again.

“Hmm,” you hum, not even looking up from the screen.

“Can-” He pauses. What is he going to ask? Can you cut your nails because the sound of them typing on your screen bugs him? No way he’s going to say that. You’re going to think he’s annoying. No, no, no he can’t say that. “Heh, never mind. It’s nothing.”

—

The next time Jungkook sees you, it’s at your house around ten o’clock at night. When he got the text asking if you wanted to study together for a test tomorrow he couldn’t say no even if it was pretty late. He just wanted to see you, although he’d rather not be studying.

You’re both sitting on the bed facing one another crisscrossed legs and notebooks resting on your laps.

“You’re pretty good at English already, Jungkook,” you say exasperatedly, throwing down your pencil. “I don’t know why you need me.”

He blushes, looking down bashfully at his paper, “I’m only good because you’re a good teacher.”

He can barely look you in the eyes, afraid he’d be lost in a trance by your beauty. He’s had a crush on you ever since he met you in the library one late night and you hit it off talking about the shitty tasting coffee you were both drinking to stay awake. He fondly remembers the way you had to muffle your laughter behind two hands when he accidentally tipped over his cup all over his biology notes and frantically scrambled to dab away the mess.

He loved your laughter, even more, when you weren’t trying to conceal it. It was loud, unattractive, you think a little annoying, but he thinks it’s music. A noise he’d like to replay over and over. Maybe if he got a chance to take you out on a date… he’d make you laugh as much as he could.

“Y/n, c-can I ask-”

Your phone begins to chime, it’s one text, then another.

“Oh, sorry,” you interrupt, grabbing your phone off the bed. He watches you unlock your phone and grimace, sticking your tongue out and gag, “this guy is sending my friend dick pics, ugh, gross.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, feeling the tips of his ears turn redder. He’s never sent anyone a picture of his dick or even thought of it. Hell, he never even had sex before. He wonders how anyone can be brave enough to send pictures of their dick to girls.

“Wow,” you chuckle, pulling your phone back to look from afar. “He’s kinda big actually, damn. Maybe this Taehyung guy isn’t so full of shit after all.”

At this point, Jungkook can feel his eyes nearly pop out of his head. You’re looking at someone’s dick pic right now with him in the same room? Maybe it’s a good thing he doesn’t send girls pictures of his dick because they’d just send it to their friends and laugh about him.

You look impressed though and he wonders exactly what you consider big. Would you think he was average—tiny, even—if he had the chance to have sex with you? God, what if you laughed in his face? Now he’s curious, subtly wiping his sweaty palms on his basketball shorts.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, wanna see?”

Jungkook nods, unsure if he’ll regret it. What if this Taehyung guy really is big? Bigger than him? Then he’d feel insecure for the rest of his life. Oh god, why’d he even think of this in the first place?

Before he can take it back you’re flipping your phone towards him and all Jungkook can do is gawk. The photo is faceless, just the lower half of someone’s sculpted torso. The lighting is low but bright enough that he can see a large hand wrapped around the base of their cock. The faceless stranger’s hand can hold the entirety of their thick, veiny cock.

This guy really is big, bigger than Jungkook, that’s for sure. All Jungkook can assume about himself is that he’s average… hopefully.

“Heh,” he laughs, trying to avert his eyes elsewhere, but he’s so mesmerized by the vein running down his shaft, “h-he really is.”

“I know,” you mumble in disbelief, taking your phone away to reply to your friend. “She’s wouldn’t be able to walk for weeks!”

Jungkook shifts himself, a feeling of dread and terror running through him. Undeniable arousal runs straight to his cock as he is unable to get the thought of you being fucked by this Taehyung guy out of his head. With a dick like that, you’d surely be a moaning and babbling mess. The way your pretty moans would sound, maybe even more heavenly than your beautiful laughter.

Fuck. Jungkook moves his notes over his crotch to his growing erection, trying to force away his lustful thoughts. Seeing that photo definitely was a mistake, a huge mistake.

You type your response, nails incessantly clicking on the screen once again.

Each time your nail taps it just brings his mind back to you, writhing and whimpering. This time his thoughts aren’t with Taehyung’s thick cock drilling into your tight cunt, it’s his. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he pushes into your perfect, velvet walls, screaming his name.

Click.

It’s driving Jungkook insane. If he keeps thinking of you beneath him he’ll lose it.

“If something’s bothering you don’t be afraid to do something about it.”

That’s what you said to him. Before he knows it, he’s reaching over and grabbing your phone out of your hands.

“Hey!”

“Sorry,” he squeaks, hiding it behind his back. “I-I just don’t think we should be texting while we study.”

“Okay, okay, fine. One more message, please,” you cutely pout, batting your eyelashes.

Jungkook knows it won’t be your last message. You’re glued to the thing 24/7.

“You want me to give you your phone back? Make me,” he dares.

Jungkook has no idea where that confidence came from. Maybe it’s his hormones talking. That’s probably it.

He’s starting to regret being so bold and snatching your phone when he sees you roll your eyes, but before he can give it back you’re lunging towards him.

Oh, shit.

He falls back against your bed, pressing himself as close as he can to get away from your body. He makes sure that his notebook is still covering his crotch. You hover over him, unphased and impatient, straddling his thighs.

“Give me my phone, or I’ll lay on you till you suffocate,” you jokingly threaten, pressing your body on top of his.

He gasps softly, turning redder than before. You...you’re not…

“You’re n-not, um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?” He stutters, feeling the thin fabric of your tee shirt doing nothing to prevent your nipples brushing against his chest.

“What? You mean my bra?” You cock your head, analyzing his pink cheeks and his shifting eyes. “That’s the first thing that comes off when I get home.”

“O-Oh,” he swallows, biting down on his lip to prevent anything else from slipping out.

You push yourself off him, sitting on top of his thigh and dragging your eyes down to the notebook carefully covering his crotch.

Oh, no, he thinks.

“I didn’t think a simple dick pic would turn you on so much,” you say, slowly sliding the notebook off to reveal the tent in his pants.

“S-Sorry, I-I’m sorry,” he apologizes, blushing profusely as he stutters. You’re going to think he’s weird now. Your friendship is ruined. “I didn’t… couldn’t…”

“It’s okay,” you laugh, playing with the hem of his shirt. “Seriously.” After a beat, you ask, “do you want help with that?”

He almost thinks he didn’t hear you correctly. Were you offering to help him with his boner? He lies there mouth agape and wondering how to respond.

“Ah, uh, y-yes,” he nods, nervously licking his dry lips. He’s never done this with anyone else before though. What if he does something stupid? Or what if you’re disappointed he’s not as big as Taehyung was?

As if sensing his dread, you ask, “have you…ever had sex, Jungkook?”

Should he lie and pretend? No, that’s not going to help anyone.

“No,” he admits, slightly embarrassed and ashamed. Most people his age have already lost their virginity, while him on the other hand, has never been in such a position such as this one ever. He’s never had a girl straddle him with any intention to do anything sexual.

“I’m surprised,” you hum, moving your hand beneath the elastic waistband of his shorts. “You’re cute, smart, and funny. A perfect guy.”

“Reall- ah,” he gasps as your hand firmly grips his cock. Your slow strokes along his length have his eyes fluttering shut as his breath becomes shallower. You just called him a perfect guy. He doesn’t know if that’s what is making his heart beat faster or the way your hand moves around his cock.

His lips part and a low whimper escapes him as you pull down his shorts to reveal his length. If you thought he was any smaller or bigger than Taehyung you don’t make any comments.

Jungkook would like to think he was average size, but- Oh.

Your tongue runs up the side of his length before taking him into your mouth. He’s never felt anything like this before. It’s addicting—your lips wrapped perfectly around his cock, sucking him off. His shallow breaths turn ragged, as you bob your head around him.

“Fuck,” he moans, unsure of what to do with his hands. Can he tangle them in your hair or does he just hold the sheets? He chooses the safest option and grabs onto your sheets as his hips buck into your mouth.

He can feel his orgasm approaching. Your mouth continues to suck his cock, flattening your tongue along the shaft. You’re so good at this, so good, everything he dreamed.

His hands move from the bed and tangle in your hair out of instinct. When he feels you moan, he realizes you probably like that. So he tightens his grip, pulling slightly and it gives him the right reaction. You moan again, the vibrations around his cock feel incredible and he groans, bucking his hips until you’re choking around his cock.

Jungkook comes without warning, moaning and spilling down your throat and riding out his orgasm in your mouth. He breathes in, completely amazed and stunned by what just happened.

You pull yourself off him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “How was that?”

Jungkook lays there for a few seconds, catching his breath before saying, “wow.”

You laugh, climbing off his lap to settle yourself down beside him.

“C-Can I ask you something though?” You’ve just sucked him off, but somehow he’s back to being nervous around you. He can’t help it.

“Yeah?”

“Do you maybe wanna go on a date with me?”

#bts #bts smut #jungkook smut #btssmutclub #bangtanarmynet #kwritersworldnet #btsguild #bts fanfiction #jungkook fanfiction #bts scenarios #bts drabbles #bts reactions #jungkook x reader

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trulymadlysydney · 4 years

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OKAY no one asked and this is long as shit but I have to share my dream because it was SO GOOD and I need you all to suffer with me

So first of all Harry was playing at a university but it was like a small theater, SO of course my ass went, and this has nothing to do with the softness but it was funny because there was like a whole thing where Camille and her friends were gonna go down on the stage and dance with him during Watermelon Sugar just as like a HEY LOOK WE ARE FRIENDS NOW kind of thing I guess fhdjdkdjdhs

Anyway so I went to the show and I found her sitting in the crowd with sunglasses on lol and for some reason I WENT UP TO HER and I was like “omg are you Camille hi” and I started talking to her lmao but she was super nice to me and she was telling me all about her boyfriend but she was like “I mean hopefully this whole show thing goes over well with everyone... like with me going down there to dance and all” and I was like 🥴 but I was trying to be reassuring like “honestly girl yeah make the girlies jealous it’s what you deserve” and she laughed and she was like “you’re RIGHT it is what I deserve!” which like.... Dream Sydney..... girl....... anyway

So at some point during the show my stupid ass went out to go to the bathroom and when I came out of the bathroom Camille had also left for the bathroom, and security wasn’t letting people back in yet because I guess inside the theater they were filming something. Idk it was weird like I guess they could only open and close the doors between songs because they were filming and didn’t want to disrupt? Anyway so Camille and I were sitting and talking outside the doors while we waited and then a huge FIGHT erupted and we were both like oHHHHH BITCH HELLO? And we just watched this fight break out like it was fuckin crazy and someone lit something on fire and the fire alarm went off and we were like well FUCK

So we got separated during the evacuation (this is the end of the Camille portion of my dream lol) and I went into this little room with like church pews and there was only like a handful of people in there so I was like alright I’ll just wait in here. And a few minutes later IN WALKS MR STYLES HIMSELF!! and he’s like “hi, you guys mind if I join you and wait it out in here?” And all of us are like hello NOT AT ALL COME ON IN

SO he comes in and sits in the pew behind me and all of us are like, trying to remain calm and not make it into a big deal. We’re like just talking to him casually like we’re all just friends. And so at one point he’s talking to the guy next to him so I start talking to the girl next to me and I mention like “man I’m so mad I had to miss that last song cause of the fire drill thing!”

And for some reason I had my laptop and she was like “it was being live-streamed, I’m sure you could watch it online!” And I laughed and I was like “I mean that’s kind of an overload... I was actually there watching it with my own eyeballs and now I’m sitting here with Harry literally right behind me and I’m gonna watch a Harry video on my laptop? That’s too much Harry.” And we laughed and then I added “not that my brain isn’t like that 24/7”

And I kinda turned in my seat and I jumped because FUCKIN HARRY HAD MOVED TO SIT RIGHT THE FUCK NEXT TO ME and he was just smiling all smug waiting for me to finish what I was saying ABOUT HIM fl;akdjlk;fjdlkf and I was like “oh my god you scared me” and he laughed and was like “sorry 🙂😋😌”

So he and I started talking and he was like “I mean you can pull it up online if you really want to! You didn’t miss much. I don’t think I sound right tonight anyway... can you tell I have allergies?” And I was like “oh my god what no you don’t sound like you have allergies at all!” And he was all smiley and he was like “what about now?” And made like a gross sniffing noise where you could tell he had a lot of snot.., which dhdjskskshdh why would he do that lmao but I was like “no you still sound fine” and we were cracking up and he did it again and he goes “now?”

Anyway so SOMEHOW we all ended up in a car together because he liked us and was like “you guys wanna just come over and like watch a movie and stuff?” and we were all like HELLO OF COURSE???? SO we’re in this car and I’m sitting in the middle seat and Harry’s on my left and we’re all talking about what movies we like and snacks and stuff like that, and the whole time he’s texting and I’m trying so so hard not to read his texts fjl;dkfldjs BUT HES SO ENGAGED WITH US STILL LIKE WHILE HE’S TEXTING!!! And at some point he said something and I jokingly was like “awwww Harry” and laid my head on his shoulder and HE! LAID! HIS! HEAD! ON! TOP! OF! MINE!!!!!!

AND LIKE you know when you do that with people it usually only lasts a few seconds and then you both move? He did not move like he just kept it there with NO SIGN of moving so in my head I’m like alright I live here now!!!

So he like sighed and was like “I’m trying to get my mom’s login information so we can watch this one movie but she’s like, not making sense....” and the bitch HANDS ME HIS PHONE and is like “Like, read this and tell me if this makes sense to you.” So FIRST OF ALL I accidentally saw some of his other messages and like ALL of his contacts had emojis by their names or like funny nicknames and in my head I’m like ..... do I tell tumblr about the emojis or do I keep this to myself fd;kafdslfj and I ultimately decided to just keep it to myself sorry yall

So I read through his texts with Anne and he was like asking her for her login information for this movie app thing and she sent this long ass message like “Oh my gosh, son you are so blessed, we were watching you on the tv and we could not have been more proud. Linda came over tonight and sends her love! Did you know she’s a Libra also? Anyway, you should watch xyz movie (I don’t remember the title she put) because we watched it the other night and it was good!” And Harry had replied something like “did daddy like the movie as well?” And I guess in my dream Robin was alive and that’s who Harry was referring to 🥺

And I started laughing and he did too and he shook his head and was like “I love her but I just need the login information” And I was like “Libra moms, am I right?” And he was cracking up and he was like “Libra moms.” And his head was STILL ON MINE and he reached over and put his hand on my knee and kinda squeezed a little AND THEN MY FUCKIN ALARM WENT OFFFFFFF IM SO UPSET

#sydney dreams

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cryinginthebackseat · 4 years

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ɪ ʙᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇꜰʟᴏᴏʀ

Fandom: It Lives In The Woods

Pairing: MC x Noah, MC x Connor

Words: 3.134

Summary: She rolled her eyes. "You heard me the first time, Marshall. Pretty please? Come on, consider this as our way to celebrate Redfield's defeat!"

Jesus, since when did he celebrate something in general? And now to dance? Amongst the crowd and with her no less? Noah's head said hard no, he already had a myriad of thoughts in his mind right now, he couldn't afford getting distracted and when there were feelings in the way, he feared if he couldn't trust himself to keep his emotion in check.

Yet his heart said otherwise. This was Zoey, Noah could never deny her. He would never deny her anything, especially when this could be their last moment on good terms together.

Warnings: nothing much, just swearing and some sexual tension

Author’s note: this headcanon is purely the brainchild of the amazing @noahmrshall where she requested me to write it down for her. after 84 years and a pandemic later, finally, frickking finally I manage to finish it LMAO I’M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG, GIRL.

Anyway, make sure you tune in to feel real by deptford goth while reading, cause this is the song these are dancing to. And for those who haven’t read my first Noah x MC story, you can find it here on my main blog. Finally you know the drill, if you’re digging it or simply detest it, let me know, yeah? thanks!

Mamihlapinatapei (n.) the wordless, yet meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something but are both reluctant to start

Prom was a montage of lipstick stains on paper cups, rap music with devastating bass drops, multicolored balloons at everyone’s feet, and the strobe lights that flickered above, turning the entirety of the gym into a one flashy, neon show.

And then there was Noah, the reluctant cinematographer of this pandemonium of pubescents making rounds on the dancefloor, buzzing in excitement while he resided in the corner, sulking, contemplating, a punch in his hand-- spiked, courtesy of King Kang himself in which he’d passed the cup at Noah earlier.

Noah didn't have any idea just how many types of liquor he'd mixed into the beverage, nor did he have the capacity to ask. He simply drank in the corner, restless, alone, hand fidgeting with his jacket and beanie. He thought with the alcohol in his system, it would be enough to make him feel better, lighter. Made him forget, god forgive him, for the atrocities he was about to commit to the ones he called friends.

Friends who'd abandoned him in his time of needs, friends who barely recognised him, friends who made him laugh at one of their antics, friends who gave him an apron for his 18th birthda--

Wait. Noah shook his head, conflicted, internally berating himself. No, no, no, there should be no room for pity for them. Jane was his number one priority here, not… Not them.

And especially not Zoey.

His internal conflict somehow was aggravated when he saw a speck of galaxy's dust of hair on the dancefloor, twirling, cavorting, in the arms of another. Zoey. Her face painfully close to his, lips hovering over Connor's cupid's bow, not quite kissing him, but enough for Noah to look the other way. Suddenly, the bottom of the half-emptied cup seemed a lot more interesting.

He had no right to feel what he felt. He knew that. Especially considering how he was about to turn her whole life upside down. But feelings are feelings, it could creep up to anyone at any time, any place. It was beyond anyone's control.

And seeing her with Connor like this, laughing and dancing and kissing like fools in love they were, made his insides twist. Jealousy contributed a lot for the matter, obviously, but what hurt the most was because he knew that in all of his jadedness, hopelessness, miserable at the age of eighteen he could never give all of those to her. Zoey deserved someone who’d sit and sing to her about the stars, whom she could turn to when the chips were down, she deserved the world.

And the world was something he was about to take from her.

Jesus, could things just be fucking simple for once?

Zoey and Connor only parted once the song was finished. He kissed her cheek, a privilege that he was lucky enough to obtain and made a beeline out of the gym for a call. Leaving her alone, silver-haired amidst the sea of browns and blondes.

She craned her head to the side, her gaze finding Noah's across the room and smiled that smile of hers that lit up her entire face.

When Zoey made her way towards his position, Noah immediately straightened his posture, feigning nonchalance as if he hadn't been spending the last minutes yearning for her lips, her touch, her attention and his betrayal to her simultaneously.

“Enjoying the party, Kelmeckis?” Zoey sidled up to him, snatched the cup from his hand and sipped. Which floored Noah at how casually she handled her alcohol.

“No.” Noah eyed her confusedly then. “And Kelmeckis?”

“You know, Charlie Kelmeckis?” Noah gave her a look as if “who the fuck???” to which she simply groaned. “From the Perks of Being A Wallflower?”

“Jesus, Uttley, only you would throw a pop culture reference at someone as a greeting.”

“And only you would be the only one who don’t get it,” she countered, and then she laughed, matching his own.

He regarded her for what if felt like the first time tonight and thought to himself how lucky Connor was to have her.

"You, uh..." You look beautiful, it hurts my feelings. "You clean up nice, by the way."

Zoey looked at him oddly. "Damn, Marshall, did this come from?"

He shrugged. "I'd say the punch, but I guess 'cause I've never seen you in a dress since we were eight, so, yeah…" Tell her the truth, said the alcohol. Stop this fucking nonsense now, said the better parts of his head. "Yeah…"

He thought he saw her cheeks blushed, but wasn't sure given to the lighting. "Thanks, Noah."

His eyes found hers, hers found his. For a long moment, it was as if they were going to initiate something. Anything.

She was the first to look away and blinked, as if she had just looked at the sun for too long and now she was seeing double vision. Noah also tore his gaze from her, finding himself, unsurprisingly, unfortunately, disappointed.

“I thought you'd left. Or worse, on your sixteenth cigarette of the hour or something," she broke the silence first, eyes still not meeting his.

Noah squinted at her, mouth crooked. "So smoking is worse than leaving, huh?"

"Hell yeah. I don't want you to get lung cancer by 40-"

"Live fast, die young, Z," he interrupted, a sarcastic, lazy drawl to his voice that made Zoey shoot him a withering look.

"Not on my watch, Marshall. And I absolutely won't let those cancer sticks turn your mouth into," Zoey gesticulated, shrugging altogether. "An oral ashtray or something."

Noah chuckled, again-- God, it was so easy to laugh when she was around-- mid-eye-roll, his hand rifling through his blazer pocket for a pack of mint. Took one out and raised it to his mouth.

"That's what these mints are for."

With a small shake of her head, Zoey muttered, "Bastard." Though not without a great deal of kindness.

Ah, shit, he was going to miss this, bantering with her, laughing along with her-- just being around her in general. The thought rendered a profound pang in his heart, and he hadn’t got the chance to say he l--

No, his head said, internally berating himself. The moment had passed now. Zoey had Connor, someone who loved her unconditionally. His prime focus should be on what other scenarios should he reside so that his friends would follow him to the ruins? Or what should he do once Andy realized his phone was missing? So many things he should be ruminating, yet Zoey was where his head begged him to refer to.

Noah didn’t realize the smile on his face dropped into a frown until it was too late, until Zoey’s own also disappeared.

"Hey?" her voice so soft it could have been a caress for all he knew, taking a step closer. "You okay?" She asked, concern etched in that ocean eyes of hers.

“What? Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Was his answer, but he tore his gaze away from her, the red balloon near his foot seemed like the only haven that could ward her off from delving into his soul.

Zoey cocked her head to the side, as if unconvinced. “You sure? Noah, you know you can tell me anything.”

I know. But not this.

“I know. I’m… I guess I'm still kinda tired from what happened. That’s all,” he lied, and it felt like he was slowly slicing his own heart.

“Hey.” Zoey stepped closer, craning her neck to see him due to their heights. Her hands on his arms, comforting. “It's over now, Noah. We defeated him and kicked his ghostly ass back where he came from. We did that. You did that- against all odds. I know it's bound to leave some scars, but I want you to remember that from now on, you don’t have to shoulder all of the world by yourself anymore. Do you hear me?” she asked again, more insistent this time. "I'm not going anywhere. The others aren't going anywhere either. We're all here for you, for better or worse."

Noah sighed, and made the mistake of looking into her eyes. All the while holding onto whatever strength he had to not to crumble completely before her and cry as he scrambled for a response.

I can’t do it, I can’t do it, I can’t do it, I can’t do it, I can’t do it, I can’t do it.

“I...” he stuttered, his voice tight.

God, I can’t hurt her. Not her.

“Zoey, there's something I-"

But the DJ suddenly began to play a different tune, interrupting him whereas her whole face lit up.

"Oh my god, I love this song!"

Noah frowned, whatever he wanted to say to her, forgotten. "Never heard of it."

"That's because you never care to broaden your taste, doofus! You're missing out a lot." Zoey laughed. She offered her hands to him. "Dance with me?" She asked, her eyes glowed hopeful.

Noah looked at her as if she'd grown a second head. "What?"

She rolled her eyes. "You heard me the first time, Marshall. Pretty please? Come on, consider this as our way to celebrate Redfield's defeat!"

Yet his heart said otherwise. This was Zoey, Noah could never deny her. He would never deny her anything, especially when this could be their last moment on good terms together.

He accepted her hand. She grinned, like a molten California's sunset and tugged on his hand, soft against his callousness, dragging him towards the dancefloor.

Surreptitiously, Noah stole a glance at his phone when she was not looking. 9:47 pm. 13 minutes to 10. 13 minutes before Jane came barging in. 13 minutes before the final showdown.

13 minutes left to bask in her presence.

The dance floor was jammed packed with some of his classmates, mind lost in the music. And Noah was nervous.

As if she could tell, Zoey stepped toward him. On the dance floor, her gown shimmered like a glittering, silver moon and held his hands, giving them a comforting squeeze.

I'm here.

He squeezed back, I know. And felt his nervousness simmered.

Noah, tongue-tied, feet still rooted the ground, simply swallowed as he watched her before him, magnetising. He gulped, his cheeks flared when Zoey began to sway her hips lightly to the music. Her movements were innocent, but there was something in her eyes that commanded his attention. That girl had a flair in everything she did, alright, dancing being no exception.

"You sure you don't want to wait for Connor for this?" He asked over the music, making sure, eyes darting back and forth just in case Connor came back.

"Nah. He probably won't come back for the next 10 minutes and I'm not going to miss this song just to wait for him," she exclaimed back, flashed her widest set of a smirk. "Come on, bust out some moves, man!"

"I'd embarrassed you," he pointed out. "I'll look worse than Shepard from Mass Effect, I'm telling you."

"I wouldn't laugh." But she was smiling when she said that. "I promise! And do you think anyone would notice even if you move like a feral ghoul? And in this crowd?"

That made Noah laugh, reconsidering.

"Don't think about them," she said in his ear as she could still sense his hesitation. "But most of all, don't think when you dance, Noah. Just let the music flow through you."

"I don't think I know how."

"Let me show you," she told him, sing-song.

Feel real Now Forever meant nothing when we had nothing

As the music picked up its beat, so did Zoey's moves. Guiding them to the rhythm of the music, prompting him to mirror her, to let loose. He followed his instincts and began to actually dance, albeit still stiffly, but making sure to move in time with her. His pulse was racing, being so close to her for the first time. Sweat began to form on his forehead from heat, both from the crowd and their proximity.

The way she moved her hips, the way the music pulsing through his veins blurred everything; what was wrong and right, what was his and what's not as he gradually began to give in to the music, to the feeling. In hindsight, he'd like to think it had been the alcohol that drove him but he knew it wasn't true. He just needed an excuse for all of this.

As if moving in autopilot, Noah twirled her around. Earning her a laugh as she did so, the edges of her silver hair fluttering like a halo. She then pressed her back against his chest. His arms immediately snaked their way around her waist before he could stop himself. Pulling her closer until there was no distance between them. She leaned back into him, her head on his shoulder.

Noah met her eyes. She met his back.

Everything felt electric. Everything felt so wrong, yet the alarms were actually blaring like crazy sounded dim in his head, so he kept going.

The next thing he knew, Zoey spun around again to face him. Two hands reached up to wring her arms around his neck. Noah placed his hands on her waist, feeling the curve of her body for the very first time and he couldn't exactly make out what to feel right now.

A lover come back, I wanna dance like her, Like nobody's watching

The upswing of her warm breath against his cheek, her gaze kept on flickering between his eyes and lips, licking her lower lip. Noah's breath nearly stopped. Nearly toppled over at how intense they were; all-consuming, once again he felt her ocean eyes pulling him in, threatening to drown him. The muscle in his jaw clenched.

The moment stretched. Zoey inched closer until their foreheads nearly touched, the tip of his nose brushed against hers. Noah searched her eyes, his calloused thumb dragging down Zoey's cheek, torn between closing the distance between them, to finally taste her lips after all these years- improprieties being the last damned thing on his mind- or to push her away and wonder if she felt the same.

All too soon, the song ended. And all too soon, the spell broke.

As if someone had dumped a bucket of ice-cold water on his face, Noah shook himself back to reality. Realizing what they had done and almost done and took a wide step back from her like he had stabbed her or something, looking into her flushed face. Her eyes widened by a fraction, her mouth slightly ajar.

They only stared at each other, speechless, even as the DJ played a different tune. An unspeakable terror passed between them and a single question that circled around their heads like a vulture:

What in the sweet fuck just happened?

"Hey babe, sorry for making you wait." The two craned their heads to the side to see Connor approaching them, placing his phone back in his breast pocket and kissed her cheek.

"The manager called, saying there's going to be new items coming in next week and he wants me to make the draft for the inventory list."

Once he realized she wasn't responding to his advance, he regarded her then Noah, wondering what on earth the two were doing that left the tension in the room.

"Is… everything okay?" Connor asked, creases appearing in his brows.

"Yeah." Zoey managed to say, shaking off of her trance and feigned a smile. But Connor didn’t seem convinced. "Yeah. We were just playing around-- I mean, we were playing-"

"Staring contest. On the dance floor" Noah nearly winced at how stupid it sounded. "It was her idea."

"Yeah, I saw a bunch of people do it on my IG feed and thought, why not? Though now that we did it, it does seem stupid, isn't it?"

"Yeah, probably, uh, shouldn't do that again." And bunched his pants between his fingers and wondered if Zoey caught the double meaning.

"Took the words right off my mouth," she concurred with a chuckle, but it sounded forced. She even avoided his gaze when Noah tried to look at her, focusing her attention on the floor instead.

He wondered if Connor could pick up on that? Could sense there was more than between the eyes, but he chuckled instead, shaking his head kindly at his girlfriend's antics and kissed her cheek. Again.

Noah looked the other way, feeling his cheeks pink either from what had transpired or jealousy or embarrassment for god knows what or the combination of the three until he remembered the time. He checked his phone again. 5 minutes until 10.

It was time.

He rubbed at the back of his neck and cleared his throat, noncommittal. "Yeah, I'm going to get out and smoke. Catch you guys later."

Noah pivoted around, shoved his hands into his pockets. He didn't smile, didn't even spare her a final glance. He felt her eyes on her, expectant, but how could one look at her again after what they'd almost done? How could he look at her again without thinking of her lips, her touch and knowing that not only he wouldn't be able to feel them, but she would never want to see him ever again? It was too much.

"Noah?"

Noah turned at the sound of her voice. His heart broke a little seeing her, just within reach but a million light years away at the same time.

"Yeah?" And nearly winced at how hoarse he sounded.

She was silent for a moment, conflict rose in her face. "See you later."

All too soon, Zoey and Connor made their way deeper into the belly of the dance floor. He stood there, his limbs felt heavy, as if there was a chain holding him down.

Suddenly, he felt a nudge on his ribs. It was Ava.

"So when are you going to tell her about it, loverboy?" She asked, an eyebrow migrated to her hairline. He should have known that even amid the crowd, someone must have noticed him and Zoey on the dance floor.

Noah took a deep breath, his heart felt jagged. "Someday."

Someday. But even he knew that was just another lie he told.

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