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[babygorewhore]

I’ll follow you until you love me.

The moment Eddie Munson saw you, he thought you were perfect and once he finds your social media, it gives him insight into your world. But he can’t get enough of you. Eddie can’t stop himself from acting on his desire to follow you. Eddie is determined to make you his. But maybe he’s not as subtle as he thinks.

This is my installment of a shared universe with a mutual. Who will be writing her installment of this universe soon.

Warnings! Smut! 18plus only! Stalker! Eddie. Obsession. Oral! Fem recieving! Unprotected PnV! Fem reader is alternative/goth in this. Eddie is a Bartender. I’m sick and I edited once so if you saw mistakes ignore them.

Eddie knew he was breaking some sort of code. But he couldn’t find it in himself to stop. He was…addicted. You weren’t even friends. Friendly at best. He knew you for only a couple of weeks. Your parents owned his favorite music store and he was sorting through the collection of Black Sabbath CDs when he saw you for the first time in the same aisle.

He immediately fell for you. Everything about you was perfect. Your body. Your face. Your clothes. Your voice. Eddie was completely mesmerized when you both had a conversation about why CDs were essential to the music listening experience. It took everything in him not to kiss you and ruin your pretty lipstick.

As soon as he was alone in his van, he yanked out his phone. Typed in your name and hunted for any sign of accounts you had. He didn’t even use his social media but you would be the exception. You were everything. After several minutes, he finally found your pretty picture. He sighed and leaned back in the seat.

It was your instagram. And in your bio you listed your tik tok, twitter and even your Facebook. Jackpot. Eddie’s eyes scanned over your uploads, his breathing getting heavier. It was almost as if he had a taste of your life. Your world.

The whole week in between his shift at work and when he came home, he devoured everything you posted. He watched every video you reposted, he needed to know your humor, your likes, your dislikes. He couldn’t tear himself away from looking at you.

One night, you posted your work schedule for the next week at the music store. And that’s when he decided he needed to see you again.

His shift ended at the Hawkins bar two hours after he originally planned because some fuckwad didn’t know how to show up on time. The music store would only be open for another hour so he raced to his van and probably broke three laws speeding to the building.

He speedily parked, exited and practiced in his head what he would say. He needs a copy of the band you liked Bad Omens. You posted about them all the time. Eddie needed the physical copy. Something you both talked about so it wouldn’t be weird if he asked for a disc. He inhaled and pushed open the door, glancing around as the bell rung. A collection of people were here, he tried to keep his cool. The CDS. His hair was tied into a bun and he wore all black just like you always did. He shook his head and confidently strides to the shelves.

It was different. More organized. All the decades were correct. Everything was straightened. You had the magic touch. Eddie smiled when his fingers grazed over the plastic, you had touched these. He saw Bad omens right away, but he came here for help. He purposely took a step back and wore a confused expression.

“Eddie?” There. There you were. His cock twitched. Goosebumps rose on his skin. He didn’t turn right away, no. You wouldn’t get it that easy. As badly as he wanted to turn around and-

Your hand gently grazed his shoulder. He wanted to rip off his leather jacket to feel your fingers on his bare skin and his breath shuddered. Finally, he shifted in your direction. Eddie almost kissed you. He had to plant his feet heavily on the floor to prevent himself. Your eyes were soft, searching his brown irises. Small crinkles around your brows showed hours of work but your mouth was curved into a polite, curious smile. You wore all black, a bad omens shirt, leggings and boots. A small name tag was right above your heart. You looked perfect. But he focused on your lipstick, the same you wore that first day. He wanted to smear your makeup. Make it run down your face while you were on your knees. He wanted to grip your hair and guide you through-

“It is Eddie, right? Don’t tell me I forgot.” He jerked his head.

“Yes. It’s Eddie. I’m glad you’re here. I’m in serious need of a music recommendation,” Eddie internally melted when you flashed him a grin.

“Well, I’m happy to assist you. I’m assuming you want this in the form of a CD?” You gave him a knowing look.

He clapped his hands. “ You remembered that. Yes. Always.” You giggled and you extended your hand towards the collection of CDs on the shelves.

“What sound are you looking for? I know you like metal. But do you want a classic recommendation, something underrated or unknown?” You sounded so considerate. You were doing your job, he knew that. But he clung to whatever interest you gave him.

“Honestly, what are you listening too? I want something different. You can only listen to so much Metallica and Black Sabbath,” Eddie dramatically pressed a finger to his lips. “Don’t tell anyone I said that.”

You nodded in kind. “Your secret is safe with me. But I can’t believe you’re actually asking for my opinion.”

“Why? I mean, I’d assume someone who shares my appreciation for metal has great taste.” He saw you from the corner of his eye, you dip your head down for a second. He needed to pace this conversation, withhold what he knows. He just needs to keep hearing your voice. He was almost trembling from the way you were accepting his attempts at charm.

“I mean-If I’m being honest. My favorite band is Bad Omens.” Eddie raised his eyebrows and nodded towards your shirt. His shoulders relaxed. Finally. This was how it went in his head.

“I haven’t listened to them. I’ve seen them on tik tok, but I just haven’t dived in.” He hoped you believed his lie.

“Excuse me?” You both turned and a older man stood at the entrance. Wearing a guns and roses shirt and light blue jeans. “I need help.”

Eddie’s chest burned. No, no, no. He just got you talking. You face him with a shadow of disappointment dancing across your features. He wanted to scream at the man but he had to stay calm. He couldn’t risk you seeing him differently. You didn’t hardly know him.

Yet.

“I’m sorry, Eddie. Gotta help him. But the CD is right there, and if you ring the bell someone will check you out. It was nice seeing you! I hope you like it!”

He was struggling to bury his anger even long after he paid for the album and made his way home. Eddie paced his room. You. You were so beautiful. So sweet. He wanted to keep listening to you talk. He wanted to know every single band you loved. He wanted-no, he needed more of you. He dug his phone out of his pocket.

Settling on his bed, knees spread apart, his thump quickly found your profile. You had so many followers. So many people watching, commenting and sharing with you online. He clenched his jaw when he looked at your story. Eddie blinked at the loud music attached. You had a closed lipped smile and your eyes were shut. And the caption talked about how much you hated rude customers. But then he recognized the song. It was Bad Omens.

He chewed his bottom lip. Was that because of him? Were you thinking about him? The same way he thought of you? He turned up the volume. Listened carefully. Was this song on the album he bought? He picked up the bag and yanked out the plastic, reading the song list on the back . Yes. It was. Eddie pressed the CD against his chest. You touched it. He brought it higher, over his chin until his lips pressed against it. He held it against his mouth, while he stared at your photo.

Eddie had memorized your work schedule. Maybe he could stop by again tomorrow. Fuck, he couldn’t. He had to work and It was too soon. You would be confused.

He couldn’t fit anymore CDs on his shelf but he would fucking build a new one if that meant he could buy more from you.

The next day he was in his car. Parked across the street with a few cars giving distance from the music store. He didn’t plan it. He was going into work in a hour. But He just needed to see you. Just look at you. That’s it. A death of Peace of mind album was playing in his van and his jaw was clenching so hard from waiting for you to step out. He had fell asleep with his phone on his chest from frantically scrolling on your profile last night.

He didn’t know how his resolution disappeared so quickly. But he couldn’t stop thinking about how sweet you were. How quickly his conversation with you ended. He couldn’t stand it. He needed more. Eddie’s breathing shortened when the entrance opened and you stepped out. You adjusted your bag, shuffled to close the door behind you and cast your search around the direction of the street.

He gripped the steering wheel, so hard his hands trembled as you moved aside for a stranger. You smiled brightly then you started to walk in the opposite direction. His eyes trailed down your body. Black jeans, black hoodie and converse. They lingered on the curve of your thighs in those pants. But he frowned. Were you walking home? You didn’t have a car?

Without a second thought, he turned the keys. In the back of his mind, he knew he was going overboard. He had work. He needed to leave. Soon. But god damn he just needed to make sure you got home safe. His van came alive and he maneuvered onto the street. There was a stop light coming, and he sped up to try and beat it before it turned red. He didn’t know how he would remain invisible as he followed you, but he had to try.

Eddie wasn’t sure how he managed, but you didn’t turn to see his van. Your apartment wasn’t far from the store thank fuck. He settled across the street, behind two cars. The same tactic he used earlier. You jogged up the driveway, where there wasnt a car. His suspicions confirmed. The complex wasn’t big, it looked similar to his own.

He glanced at the clock. He needed to get going. He hated being late. But your address was seared into his mind. He would never forget it. Eddie pulled out his phone, frantically clicking on your instagram. You had a new story. You were smiling, an adorable grin and your fingers were held in a peace sign. The caption said you were finally home. He wanted to help you relax. Spread your legs and make you see stars and never think about a stressful day again.

His dick was growing hard as he imagined your sweet face. Covered in his cum. Your eyeliner running down your cheeks. His hand ghosted the center of his pants before he stopped.

No. No he wouldn’t touch himself. He needed you. He needed to cum inside you. You deserved better than him jerking off in his car before he had the privilege of being with you. Eddie exhaled, forcing himself to drive.

The night shift was always packed. Plus as the manager, he was responsible for training and handling reckless drinkers. His hair was tied up, his usual style for his shift and his sleeves were rolled up, muscles flexing as he slid a glass to a guest. But his mind was a whirlwind. He hadn’t been able to check his phone. What were you doing? Were you relaxing? He was buzzing with energy. He hadn’t even told Steve about you yet, who apparently was busy with his own infatuation. Eddie kept looking at the clock. He had to stay over again but closing was coming soon. Halloween was in just a few days. What were you going to do? Dress up? Go to a party? Fuck, he needed to know.

He had fucking fell asleep before he had a chance to look at your instagram when he got home well after 3am. He crashed on his couch, still wearing his work clothes with his phone in his pocket where it died. Eddie practically shoved the end of the charger into his phone, his leg bouncing from waiting for it to turn back on. He knew he should have charged it. Now, it would take longer to see you.

He wanted to touch himself as he imagined your lips wrapped around him, choking on his dick as his hand is gripping your hair. His hand even drifted to his crotch until he stopped himself. No, he promised himself he wouldn’t cum until it was inside you. You were his. He checked his phone again as it finally came back to life. His fingers were frantic as they clicked on your name.

You uploaded a new story. Eddie sighed in relief. As it came up, your face looked tired. You weren’t smiling, instead you were holding up a glass, clinking it with another glass belonging to your best friend. His chest tightened. He wanted to be there. He wanted to drink with you, hold you and take care of you. You had to walk home. And he had to fucking work. He swiped to the next story.

It was this morning, he knew only because of the time included. Just an hour ago. You were smiling this time. It was your day off and you were thrilled to to go the Halloween store today. Eddie couldn’t stop looking at your bright eyes, the excitement and he needed to see it again. In person.

He had to try. He would go the store. Pretend he was looking for a Halloween costume. But when? You didn’t give a time. It didn’t matter. He would stay all day and wait. It was his day off too.

Eddie threw himself in the shower, got dressed and drove to the store. It didn’t matter if it was an hour away. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t planned dressing up, or that he would have to swap schedules. You were on his mind. Whatever you were doing, he wanted to be a part of it.

Bad omens played loudly in his van as he came into the parking lot. Eddie’s heart started to hammer as he unbuckled and stepped out. His neck was warm at the thought of hearing your voice again so he tied his hair up.

Opening the door, he was greeted with gruesome decor, rows of costumes and several people shopping. Fuck, how was he supposed to find you? If you were even here yet? His shoe tapped impatiently as he was torn on where to go. Costumes. That’s where he’d start. But what kind? Sexy? Scary? in between?

As he walked down the section, he pretended to search. His rings occasionally getting caught in the fabrics and plastic. He wasn’t interested in this. He didn’t want to participate without you. Oh god, who drove you here? Were you going to be alone? He didn’t think about that. He just moved. Eddie dug out his phone from his pocket.

“Hey, Eddie! Is that you?”

He froze.

Eddie turned around and there you were.

This time, you were wearing a dress. A black one. With a matching sweater and combat boots. But his eyes fell to the tattoo on your chest. He hadn’t seen it because you always wore higher neck tops. Eddie almost salivated. Your makeup was dark again with your apparent favorite lipstick. He wanted to touch your skin, run his tongue along the art. He knew you would taste sweet. So sweet.

“Yeah, it’s me.” Eddie dropped into a serious expression. “Are you following me?”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head. “No, I just saw you-“ Then he grinned. He knew he was such a tease.

“I’m joking, sweets. I’m just here for my Halloween costume.” Such a fucking lie. But he needed to establish a common ground.

You sighed in relief.

“Me too. We had the same idea.” You didn’t protest at the nickname. Eddie tried not to smirk. You were happy to see him. He had to ball his fists to keep from touching you.

“What are you going as? I haven’t decided.” Eddie forced himself to sound light hearted but he truly needed an idea. You set the stage on his actions.

You gestured, “Follow me and I’ll show you.”

And then you stuck out your hand. Eddie thought he would bust in his pants. He accepted as you gently guided him to the other side of the store, where a large amount of costumes were hanging on the wall. Your grip was firm, warm and steady. You were confident in taking his hand. Eddie’s eyes were glued to your lower half, covered by the fitted dress. Your calves peeked out from the slits on the side. He saw more ink. How many tattoos did you have? He wanted to explore them. Compare them to his. You came to a stop and released him. Eddie wanted to stop you, grab your hand again.

“I’m going with this,” You pointed to the hanging plastic bag and Eddie followed direction.

The picture was a Sweeney Todd costume. Fake blood included and wig. It would be hot. You could pull off anything. But the wig he wanted to protest against. Covering your perfect hair? The hair he wanted to dig his fingers in and pull? Caress? Both? “That’s a great one. I think you’ll stand out. Not everyone knows that reference.”

You smiled again. Eddie felt like he won the lottery. “I like to stand out from the crowd, I guess. My best friend is throwing a Halloween party this year. And I finally had the day off to come here.” Eddie nodded, swallowing the urge to reveal he already knew that.

“I hope you’re not working too hard but I can’t stop listening to the CD. You knew exactly what I needed.” Your hands reached up, pressing against your chest. “You really like it? I’m not used to someone actually agreeing with me.” Eddie couldn’t believe that. Who could resist you? Who wouldn’t give your favorite band a try? He would fix that problem.

“Why wouldn’t I like it, sweets? I’ll have to get more recommendations soon, it makes my driving more exciting.” You opened your mouth to respond but something caught your eye and you excitedly beamed.

Eddie turned, desperate to find what caught your attention other than him.

“That’s my favorite slasher movie! If I hadn’t already decided on this, I would wear that.” Eddie’s eyes widened. It was a Ghostface costume. Why didn’t he know that? He ground his teeth. He should have looked closer at your posts. Maybe he would have seen it. You had amazing taste in movies.

“An amazing movie. That would have also been a perfect choice. But I’m not sure anyone could be scared of you, pretty girl. You’re way too sweet.” The names slipped out his mouth before he could catch himself. But you dipped your head and bashfully peeked at him through your lashes.

He couldn’t believe this was happening. He itched to say more, compliment you more but he didn’t want to freak you out. Especially considering he watched your instagram everyday to know exactly what you were doing but he needed you. He would do whatever he needed to make you feel the same way.

Your phone started to ring. Eddie wanted to beg you not to answer. No, stay here in the moment. You sighed, holding the device up. “It’s my dad. I need to take this. But I hope I’ll see you at the store again! And maybe we can talk more. You really get me.” And then you turned away, quietly speaking to your father.

Each time he managed to speak to you, get somewhere, it was interrupted. But this wouldn’t be wasted. No. Eddie moved away from you, as painful as it was and quickly picked up the Ghostface costume. He didn’t know how he would make this work but god damn it he would.

Eddies emotions went beyond his limit when he was hunched over, phone glued to his hand as he poured over your story on his bed when he got home. Your stories consisted of showing off the costume you bought and then several memes about Halloween being everyday for you. And then you posted your old looks. Most of them were edgy, skulls, prosthetics and some were even masks. Except one. You were wearing a short, thigh high black dress. Fishnets and heels. Your face painted with the Crow makeup. Your chest ink and your leg tattoos were on display.

The intricate thorns that wrapped around both thighs but on the left center was a large showing of multiple flowers. On the right was a skull, jaw slightly open to allow a dark snake to wrap around.

His cock felt like it was going to burst but he would not give in. He just didn’t know what to do. How would he get into the party? Sneak in? He was going insane.

And that’s when Steve hit him up. When Eddie answered the phone, Steve proceeded to explain that there was a Halloween party at a penthouse. And the owner just so happened to be your best friend.

Eddie thanked whatever universe, energy or even a God if he even bothered to look at him considering what he was doing. It was Halloween night. He wore the long, black gown. A black shirt and jeans underneath. Heavy boots. Most importantly, the Mask. Steve charmed the security, getting them both inside. The lights were off only to be be replaced with LED strips covering the edges of the wall and even the ceiling.

The living room was spacious, modern furniture and sleek tables covered in red cups, beer bottles and liquor bottles. He squinted his eyes, his vision obscured by the mask. No one paid much attention to him, most people had some sort of horror film costume, he wasn’t the only Ghostface. Fuck. How would you tell it was him? He did all of this for you. Music blared, he could feel it in his chest as he walked around the penthouse. Stepping on decorations fallen to the wood floor.

Steve left his side but Eddie knew he was looking for the hostess of this party. Where were you?

There.

His breath hitched and he froze in the doorway of the kitchen. You were pouring a drink in a solo cup. Your costume was perfect. The white puffed sleeves, black vest and striped pants. Fake blood coated your hands, darkening your fingernails. You weren’t wearing a wig, instead you had the signature white streak in your hair. Good. You didn’t need the wig. He opened his mouth to talk but you turned and started walking into the next room.

No. No. Why did he take so fucking long? He was here right now. He used so much effort to be close to you. Eddie took a steadying breath. And he walked directly behind you, he kept trying to tap your shoulder but you were quick. Nearly jogging. His boots hit against the floor, growing louder from speed. You maneuvered through the crowd. Where you going? He almost lost you but you started climbing the stairs where more cobwebs and pumpkins sat.

Were you running from him? From someone else? Was your best friend up here? His mind raced with endless options as he continued prowling behind you. No one was here. He almost slammed into you as you abruptly halted.

You spun around.

“Eddie, why are you following me?” Oh, fuck.

Up close, your makeup was messy. Eyeliner smudged heavily, your lips were dark and glossy. You looked up at him through lashes. But you didn’t sound angry. Or fearful.

You sounded…playful.

He tilted his head. “I was-“

“It’s okay, Eddie. I know you’ve been following me. I know every time you look at my pictures. I knew that you followed me home. And it wasn’t an accident at the store the other day. I was hoping you would buy this.” You reached over, grasping the material of the cloak between your fingers.

Eddie grew hot. He thought he could be subtle but apparently not. You knew the whole time. But why weren’t you upset? He didn’t want you to be. But that would have been naive.

He clutched your hand. “I couldn’t help it. You’re perfect. The moment I saw you, I knew I needed you. I needed to see you, make sure you were safe. I can’t get you out of my mind. Fuck. And I just wanted to be here tonight to finally talk to you without being interrupted. All I’ve done is listen to the album you love. I know you said you weren’t mad but please, god I need you. I need to feel you. I need to-“

“Fuck me?” You finished. “Did you touch yourself while looking at me, Eddie?”

He was buzzing, ignited from the way your lips were in a smirk. You stepped closer and with your free hand, you removed his mask. His hair was even messier and his nostrils flared as he took in your perfume.

He was almost against the wall but he couldn’t take it. Eddie’s hands gripped your hips and he smashed his lips to yours. You tasted better than he imagined. And you met his intensity. Eddie flipped so you were the one pinned against the wall, diving his tongue inside your mouth. His cock was so hard it hurt and he pressed his pelvis against yours, grinding into you. A moan escaped your mouth and he reached down, grasping your knee and pulling it around his hip. He could feel how wet you were through your pants.

Eddie ripped away from your mouth, moving to concentrate to the soft skin of your neck when you grabbed him by his arm and burst through a door he didn’t notice was there. He only had time to register a bed in the center of the room before you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled his bottom lip with your teeth. “I wanted you the first day you came in,” You murmured. Eddie pushed your back against the bed, landing him on top of you and he straddled your lap.

“I-can I-can I fuck you?” He had to ask, as frenzied as he felt, he needed you to want it as much as he did.

“Fuck, Eddie. Yes, I want it so bad.” You whined, arching your back into him as he buried his face in your neck, peppering kisses against your jaw before sucking the spot above your collar bone.

You tore off the cloak, before taking off his black shirt with it and running your hands down his chest, stomach before tugging his belt. Eddie lifted his head, helping you as he kicked off his jeans. But he wanted to taste you. He slid down, peeling off your tight pants and your underwear. Eddie got impossibly harder as you mewled as he separated your legs.

Your cunt dripped with arousal and he spread it apart, coating his thick fingers. He dove in, flattening his tongue against your clit. Eddie moaned at your sweet taste as he licked down your slit before slipping his tongue inside you. You were jerking your hips to hump his face, his nose continually hitting the sensitive nerves in the center.

“I’m gonna cum.” Eddie didn’t speed up, he stayed hungrily lapping your pussy and your movement locked, your thighs squeezing his head. The entire lower half of his face was glistening as he pulled away.

Eddie crawled over you and captured your lips in a bruising kiss. Smearing cum all over your mouth, messing your lipstick even further. Just like he imagined.

“Please, fuck me.” You whimpered and he clumsily took off his boxers, releasing his heavy cock leaking with precum.

Eddie lined his dick against you before pressing inside, stretching your pussy as you clenched around him. He groaned from deep in his chest and shuddered. Your nails dug into his skin as he started thrusting, deep and hard. The bed was slamming against the wall.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect, baby.”

He couldn’t even speak anymore, you felt so good he saw stars and he loved the pain from you scratching him. “I’m-I’m close.”

He wanted to hold off for you but the way you cried out, burying your face on his shoulder, Eddie spilled into you. Fuck condoms, he thought. His breath came in choked pants as he pulled out and scooped you into his arms. He was completely naked and you only had a shirt on, that he planned on removing once he caught his breath.

“I can’t believe you knew the whole time. And I can’t believe you liked me back.”

Your head turned as he held you close to him, his arms tight around you. He never wanted to let you go. Now that he’s tasted you, he could never stop.

“Eddie, why do you think I let you follow my account? Why do you think I told you to listen to bad omens? I wanted you to think about me. Besides, your friend Steve pulling the same move on my best friend.”

Holy shit. My first Eddie fic. I’m back with fics! Huge thanks to my tumblr wife @xxhellfirebunnyxx for helping me with this, encouraging me and beta reading. And my little sister @scene-and-dandylover for always supporting me.

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[starlitmark]

Summary: You were simply the nanny. How you ended up here, you couldn’t explain. Pairing: Seonghwa x fem!reader Tropes: dilf au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language, age gap Smut Warnings: dirty talk, degradation, impact play, daddy kink, rough sex, unprotected sex Word Count: 435 Note: for the Tarot Card Drabble Event Requested by: @smallfrye​

The Hanged Man ➾ different, distinctive, unforgettable sex

“Look at you, sweetheart.” Seonghwa chuckles from behind you, running his fingers through your arousal, “Who would’ve thought the nanny could be such a filthy whore.”

“Please, just want you that’s all.” you pant trying to push back into his touch.

He cracks his hand down against your ass, making you whimper at the sudden sting, “Who are you talking to like that?”

“Want you so bad, please, Daddy. I’ll be good.” you practically whine.

A chuckle resonates from his lips follows by a sadistic smirk. You have your face buried in the sheets in hopes of maintaining the last threads of sanity you have. That all goes out the window though the moment Seonghwa flips you on your back and pins your arms above your head. The sight of him alone could have you spontaneously orgasm in moments. The small bits of grey that are starting to invade his dark locks make you grow even more desperate for the older man. The way he raises his eyebrow at you, almost challenging you to run your mouth again. He grinds his bare cock against your soaked cunt, groaning at the feeling.

“Seonghwa if you don’t fuck me right now, I swear-”

“You swear what?” he growls, “You think boys your age can fuck you like I can?”

You don’t respond. You turn your head to the side, breaking the eye contact you were previously holding with him. Seonghwa isn’t having that though. He takes his free hand and grabs ahold of your jaw. The eyes you’re met with are even darker than before.

“Answer the damn question.”

“N- no.”

He raises an eyebrow at you.

“No Daddy.” you correct yourself, “Boys my age don’t know how to please me. Only daddy does.”

“There’s my good girl,” he smirks.

Without a warning, he pushes himself into you and starts fucking you at a brutal pace. Eventually, he lets go of your hands, and you immediately let them fly to his shoulders. Your nails claw into his skin hoping to ground yourself again. Seonghwa groans filthy words in your ear which only serve to make the orgasm bubbling up inside you even more intense.

“Daddy, you take such good fucking care of me.” you moan.

He chuckles, “Is that so, darling? You know, it takes a real naughty girl to come to find me to get fucked while my child is napping just a few doors away. I guess you’re just a naughty little thing aren’t you?”

“Y- fuck yes, Daddy.” you moan again.

“I best take care of my naughty brat before you wake them up, hm?”

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BEST FRIENDS ! ― sim jaeyun

↳ pairing: inexperienced!jake x fembodied!reader

↳ summary: jake is desperate to lose his virginity, and since you’re his best friend, you agree to help him out.

↳ word count: 4,6k

↳ a/n: hihi !! i decided i’d repost one of my old fics since it never showed up in the tags,, i’ve changed some things, but other than that it’s the exact same fic :’) let’s hope it shows up in the tags this time </3

i’ve also decided this will be the last fic i post before i go on a small hiatus for a while . there’s a lot of things going on right now & i simply don’t have the time to be active, hence why i feel like going on a small hiatus seems necessary. i won’t be back until after new years, so happy christmas & happy new years ! thank u all so much for this amazing year & for all the incredible feedback i’ve gotten, i can’t wait to see what next year has in store for this blog :’) i love each & every one of u, until next time <3 all feedback is appreciated ! <3

i won’t be deleting the original post for this fic, u can find it here !

↳ warnings: SMUT ! MDNI . | mentions porn, protected sex let me know if there’s anything else i should add !

JAKE KNOWS HE SHOULDN’T.

Hell, he knows god damn well he shouldn’t even consider it; but the urge to lose his virginity was stronger than his sense of morality at this point. Desperate times call for desperate measures after all, right?

Jake was a simple man. He jerked off whenever he felt the need to, only watching porn if he felt like his imagination wasn’t enough to satisfy his urges. Jake had kissed at least three girls in total during his twenty years on planet earth, including the one he kissed back at the playground in middle school; it was his first kiss, after all, why wouldn’t he count that one?

It had never gone past kissing though. The most intimate thing he had done was probably grabbing a girl's ass while awkwardly making out at a party and the next most intimate thing he had ever experienced was probably the time a girl's hand accidentally brushed against his crotch. Not that he complained though.

He was content with his right hand, it certainly got the job done and he knew exactly how to give himself the best possible experience; so what was there to possibly complain about? Well, Jake decided to put the blame on Heeseung for that one.

If Heeseung had never walked into the room with the biggest smile Jake had ever seen on his lips back when they were 16, Jake would’ve never found himself in this situation. If Heeseung just hadn’t decided to brag about how he lost his virginity to his prom date the night before, Jake certainly never would’ve questioned his right hand and its ability to satisfy him. But of course, Heeseung just had to tell him all about how amazing it was and that he would never ever jack off ever again because nothing could ever even compare to the feeling he had just experienced, as Heeseung himself had claimed. He became a changed man, he said, and there was no way he’d ever go back to just using his right hand. 

So in a way, Heeseung was definitely the cause of 16-year-old Jake's misery.

Then Jay lost his virginity the following summer. He also claimed he’d never ever go back to jerking off, going into great detail about how he had lost his virginity with the slightly older girl next door while mowing her father's lawn; sneaking into the shed while her father was sitting by the pool, reading the daily newspaper. Jake refused to jerk off that night, staring at the ceiling as he questioned what was so great about sex and why his right hand suddenly couldn’t even compare to a feeling he had never experienced for himself.

No matter how angry and confused Jake was, he found comfort in knowing one thing. It didn’t matter if both Heeseung and Jay had lost their beloved V card, because he still had Sunghoon. 

Sunghoon was also a virgin and Jake was sure about one thing and one thing only; he was most definitely going to lose his virginity before his introverted friend did.

As senior year of high school rolled around, both Jake and Sunghoon were still virgins; which Jake found great comfort in. Knowing he wasn’t the only one in his friend group who was still a virgin comforted him, knowing he wasn’t alone in his misery; knowing he wasn’t the only one who had yet to get his dick wet.

Until one day, Sunghoon showed up at school with the same forsaken smile that both Heeseung and Jay had worn and Jake knew he was doomed the second he spotted his friend’s smile. He didn’t even have to listen to his friend talking about how it happened, the feeling of defeat had already settled in by the time Sunghoon had even said hi.

So moral of the story, if Heeseung never decided it would be a good idea to make Jake question his whole existence back when he was 16, Jake wouldn’t be in this situation.

And that certain situation being him about to ask you, his best friend of many years, to take his virginity. 

‘’Earth to Jake,’’ Your hand waving in front of his eyes snapped him out of his thoughts, slightly jumping in surprise by your sudden action. Jake looked up at you, a chuckle trailing off your lips as you plopped down beside him. ‘’What’s on your mind?’’

He had known you almost his whole life, you had been the one to force him into kissing that one girl at the playground back in middle school after all; no matter how much he whined and refused you were the one who pushed him in front of the swings and cheered him on as he shyly pecked the other girl's lips. You had also been the one to comfort him after the girl ran off, crying about how she didn’t even want to kiss him in the first place; a moment that probably severely bruised Jake's ego for the rest of his life.

He had never even thought of you as anything other than his best friend, the thought of having sex with you never even crossed his mind before. The thought made him cringe, his stomach turning inside out at the thought of ever seeing you naked, almost gagging that one time his dear friend talked about how cute you were and he most definitely would take the opportunity if ever given to him.

And at 19 years old, Jake once again blamed Heeseung for his misery. If Heeseung had never said those words, the thought would never have crossed his mind and he wouldn’t be sitting in your bed rubbing his sweaty palms against his jeans. But thanks to Heeseung and his inability to keep his thoughts to himself, Jake came to the realization that you were probably his best bet at losing his virginity at this point.

But how on earth was he supposed to tell you that without embarrassing himself, possibly scaring your friendship for life? Jake just frowned, shaking his head as he continued to rub his palms against the fabric of his jeans; desperately trying to hide the fact that he was absolutely shitting himself. You cocked an eyebrow, your eyes darting over to his now very obviously sweaty hands. ‘’Is there anything wrong, Jake?’’

‘’No,’’ Yes, there was something very, very wrong. ‘’I mean, not really. I don’t want to talk about it.’’ 

He wasn’t lying, Jake most certainly did not want to talk about what was on his mind. You, on the other hand, were obvious to the fact that your friend was very obviously distressed about something and wasn’t going to let it slide that easily. ‘’C’mon, you can tell me anything.’’

Hey, Y/N, wanna take my virginity? No, he simply could not tell you everything.

 Jake glared at you for a moment, a sigh escaping his lips as he realized you weren’t going to give up until he actually told you what was on his mind. He threw his head back in annoyance, staring at the ceiling as he accepted his fate. He was going to make an absolute fool out of himself, but at least it was with you, the one person who would never make fun of him, right? 

‘’Promise me you won't make fun of me?’’ He mumbled, refusing to look at you as he mentally prepared himself for embarrassment. You only nodded in response, furrowing both your eyebrows; growing slightly worried by your friend's behavior. ‘’You’re acting like something horrible happened, what's up?’’ You asked, your eyes glued to the boy sitting beside you.

Well, something horrible did happen. At least in Jake’s world, this was the most horrifying thing that could possibly ever happen. Jake kept his eyes glued to the ceiling, taking a deep breath before squeezing his eyes shut. ‘’Can you take my virginity?’’

Complete silence fell over the room. Jake kept his eyes shut, too scared to ever open them again; the silence only made him feel even more anxious. At this point, Jake wasn’t even breathing, regretting all his life choices leading up to this very moment, wanting to sink through the ground and simply disappear. It wasn’t until he suddenly heard a loud snort coming from beside him he dared opened his eyes, snapping his head towards you.

The sight in front of him only made him want to disappear from the face of the earth even more. You had one of your hands placed over your mouth, trying your best to suppress your laughter but failed miserably, breaking out into laughter. Jake just stared at you, a frown on his face. ‘’I said don’t make fun of me!’’ Jake groaned, burying his face in both his hands in an attempt to hide his red cheeks as you continued laughing. ‘’I’m sorry,’’ You laughed, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks at this point as you tried controlling your laughter.

‘’Fuck off,’’ Jake mumbled into his hands, his ears turning red from embarrassment. ‘’Just forget I ever said anything.’’ He continued as you wiped the tears that had spilled down your cheeks away, small chuckles still leaving your lips. Another silence fell over the room, the only noise being heard was Jake’s breathing into his hands as he thought about how he was supposed to ever recover from the amount of embarrassment he had just experienced. 

‘’I mean, why not?’’ Your voice suddenly broke the silence, causing Jake to peek through his fingers; his eyes landing on you. ‘’What?’’ He let out, his eyebrows slightly furrowed together as he kept his eyes glued on you. You shrugged in response, looking over at the boy. ‘’You’re my best friend after all, so I don’t see why I wouldn’t help you out.’’

Jake took his hands off his face, his eyes wide as he stared at you in shock.  Now that you had said yes, he had no idea what to do or how to act. He had fully prepared himself for you saying no, but yes? He hadn’t even considered the fact that you might’ve said yes. 

‘’What?’’ He stuttered, causing another chuckle to trail off your lips. ‘’Why are you acting so surprised? You were the one who asked me stupid,’’ You chuckled, Jake's lips parting in surprise. ‘’I mean, I know, but I just,’’ He mumbled, stumbling over his own words as he spoke. ‘’I just didn’t expect you to say yes, alright?’’ He let out, trying to figure out if you were just playing with him or if you were actually being serious.

But by the way you simply just shrugged and by the lack of a playful look on your face, he realized you were actually serious. Oh god, you were actually serious about taking his virginity. ‘’Are you actually serious?’’ He asked once more, letting his hands fall into his lap as he continued looking for any signs that indicated that you were in fact playing a prank on him. You nodded in response, a small smile forming on your lips. ‘’I think it’s better you lose it with me so you don’t have to embarrass yourself when you actually hook up with someone.’’

Jake parted his lips, getting ready to defend himself but quickly realized there was no point in arguing; because you were right. 

He had no clue how to possibly make his first time enjoyable for the other person, hell, he didn’t even know how to make it enjoyable for himself. He was completely clueless, except for all the things his friends told him and the things he had seen in porn, and the things he had pictured in his mind of course; but he knew the things he pictured in his mind were way different from the real thing.

Maybe losing his virginity to you wasn’t as bad after all. Unlike him, you weren’t a virgin and Jake could guarantee you knew way more than he did; plus you were one of his best friends, so what could possibly go wrong? ‘’So, like, when do we do it?’’ Jake stuttered, looking over at you once again. Another chuckle emerged from your throat, moving closer to the boy sitting beside you; Jake's eyes following your every move. ‘’Jake, it’s not an appointment, we don’t need to set a date you know,’’ You joked, but Jake only stared at you with wide eyes.

As you moved closer and Jake could now feel your thigh touching his, he came to the realization that losing his virginity to you was in fact a very bad idea. He had been close to you many times before, it wasn’t unusual for the two of you to get psychical with each other. Holding hands, hugging, and even cuddling while watching a scary movie; it usually wasn’t weird at all. But as your thigh touched his, while talking about you taking his virginity, it felt extremely weird. It felt more than just weird, it felt horrifying. ‘’But how am I supposed to know when if we don’t plan it?’’ He let out, his eyes glued to your thigh; suddenly feeling very aware of the fact that you only kept moving closer.

‘’Jake?’’ You let out, causing him to look up at you; his eyes still wide as he noticed how incredibly close your face now was to his. ‘’Yeah?’’ He breathed, not knowing where to look without his eyes landing on your glossy lips. ‘’Can I kiss you?’’

At that moment, he fully panicked and he was sure it showed by the way his whole body froze; he had never been asked that question before and he certainly did not expect you to be the first person ever to ask him that. He stared at you, your eyes darting between his eyes and lips, waiting for his response. Jake placed his bottom lip between his teeth, nervously nibbling on it; he had gone way too far to say no. ‘’Yes.’’

Before he could even prepare himself, he felt your lips press against his. As he felt your lips press against his own, he suddenly regretted everything. He regretted ever even bringing up the topic, he regretted ever even considering it; why the hell would he ever even want to lose his virginity to his best friend? ‘’Relax, okay?’’ You suddenly murmured, causing Jake to snap back to reality; realizing he hadn’t even kissed you back. 

Fuck it, if he was actually going to lose his virginity, he might as well make the most of it.

So he nodded, closing his eyes as he pressed his lips against yours once again. Your lips felt soft against his, your strawberry lipgloss transferring onto his own; feeling himself slightly relax as you placed one of your hands on the nape of his neck. The kiss was soft and as much as Jake hated to admit it, he was actually enjoying it. With his eyes closed, he didn’t have to face reality; that it was, in fact, his best friend he was kissing.

That was until he felt you shift beside him, your lips still attached to his; suddenly feeling your weight being placed on top of him. He quickly opened his eyes only to see you sitting on top of him, straddling his lap. You must’ve noticed the way he immediately tensed up again, his eyes scanning your figure as a chuckle left your lips. ‘’Don’t think too much about it, okay?’’ You let out, placing your hands on the back of his neck; your eyes meeting.

How was he supposed to not think too much? It wasn’t like it was the first time you sat on his lap like this, but this time was different; this time was very very different compared to your usual play fights where you sometimes ended up on his lap. Jake doesn’t remember you kissing him in those playfights, but that was exactly what was happening right now. He only nodded in response, gulping as you leaned down, pressing your lips against his once again.

Jake once again fluttered his eyes close, trying to focus on your lips moving against his instead of the fact that you were straddling his lips; accidentally grinding against this crotch every now and then. He suddenly felt you grab both his hands, placing them on your hips before returning your hands to the back of his neck. Jake quickly caught on as he slipped his hands under your shirt, your warm skin greeting his cold hands. You hummed in response, causing Jake to relax further into the kiss as he realized he had done something right by slipping his hands under your shirt.

The deeper the kiss got, the more Jake started to believe that maybe this wasn’t as bad of an idea as he had originally thought. The taste of your strawberry lipgloss was now slowly making him want more, his tongue slipping into your mouth; the small moan leaving your lips taking him by surprise. He felt a small smirk forming on his lips as he ran his hands up and down your sides, feeling you slightly tug at his hair; the kiss getting more and more desperate.

‘’You’re not a bad kisser you know,’’ You mumbled into the kiss, causing a shade of red to spread across Jake's cheeks; keeping his lips attached to yours in an attempt to hide his now red cheeks. His hands slowly made their way down your sides, creeping closer and closer to your ass before gently grabbing it; a groan leaving his throat. As he kneaded your ass through your pants, he couldn’t help but press his crotch against your clothed core; now getting slightly impatient. But as your lips left his and your eyes met, he suddenly became nervous; had he done something wrong? Was he moving too fast?

‘’Do you want to take my shirt off?’’ Your words made his now semi-hard cock twitch, beginning for any type of attention as he quickly nodded in relief. You smiled at him as you guided his hands towards the hem of your shirt, watching as he slowly pulled your shirt over your head; revealing your chest. He stared at your chest with wide eyes, the only thing hiding your breasts being your bra; trying his best not to let out a groan. ‘’You can take it off.’’ You let out, causing Jake’s hands to immediately start fiddling with the clasps at the back of your bra.

After a few moments of Jake struggling, insisting that he could do it; your bra slowly slid off your body. Jake couldn’t help but stare at your bare chest, his cock growing harder at the sight of your hard nipples. He had seen you in bikinis multiple times, but something felt different this time; he simply couldn’t tear his eyes off you. ‘’Can I touch them?’’ He managed to get out, his eyes meeting yours. ‘’You don’t have to ask Jake, do whatever you feel comfortable doing.’’ You let out softly, causing Jake to immediately place one of his hands on top of one of your breasts; attaching his lips to one of your nipples.

A loud gasp left your mouth as he swirled his tongue around your hard nipple, his other hand finding its way to your other breast. It was no secret that Jake knew how to use his tongue even though he had never actually done it judging by the way he constantly had his tongue out, you’d be lying if you said you hadn't thought about him and his tongue at least once. But his tongue playing with your nipple while his other hand pinched and massaged your other breast felt way better than you could’ve ever imagined, throwing your head back as a whimper left your lips.

That whimper went straight to Jake's now hard cock, feeling it twitch against one of your thighs. He kept his lips attached to your nipple, his other hand massaging your other boob as he looked up at you. The sight in front of him made him feel like he was about to cum right there and then, feeling the precum leaking from his tip stick to the fabric of his now very tight boxers. You slowly started rocking your hips against this hard-on, a groan leaving his throat as he pressed rough kisses all over your chest, his hands still playing with your nipples.

You quickly brought your hand to his hair, pulling him into another kiss; this time a much rougher kiss. It was extremely messy and needy, his fingers digging into the skin of your sides as he desperately dragged your lower body against this crotch; desperate for any type of friction. ‘’Can I suck you off?’’ You mumbled into the kiss, causing Jake to pull away.

Now, normally Jake would’ve screamed yes. Getting head was on top of his list, all his friends talked about receiving head like it was the best thing ever; even better than actually fucking. But right there and then, Jake wanted nothing more than to feel you around him, causing him to shake his head. 

‘’I want to fuck you Y/N,’’ He breathed, still lightly guiding your lower body back and forth. ‘’Please?’’ He let out, his eyes meeting yours. You only replied by smashing your lips against his once again, pulling him down so he was now hovering above you.

You quickly undid his belt, your lips still attached; hungrily moving against one another before he pulled away; only to pull his shirt over his head, his full upper body on display. You stared at him for a moment, admiring his body before his lips met yours once again. He helped you pull his pants down completely, your hand coming in contact with the outline of his fully hard cock; a gasp leaving your lips. Jake couldn’t help but let out a groan as your hand finally wrapped around the outline of his cock, dipping his head between the space where your neck and shoulder meet.

With your hand wrapped around his cock, he realized why his friends claimed they’d never jerk off ever again. Your hand felt completely different compared to his right hand, a feeling he wanted to experience again and again; never wanting his own right hand to come near his cock ever again. 

He immediately began fiddling with the button of your pants, not wanting to wait any longer; afraid he’d cum right there and then if he didn’t get to fuck you within the next 30 seconds. Your hand left his cock, a whine almost leaving his throat as you helped him get your own pants off; one of his hands finding its way down your underwear the second your pants slid down your legs.

‘’Fuck,’’ He mumbled into the pillow as he felt the sticky fabric against his fingers, hooking one of his fingers under your underwear before slowly sliding them down your legs. He propped himself up using one of his arms, looking down at your glistening core; another groan leaving his lips. ‘’Can you please fuck me now?’’ Your whine made him look up at you, his eyes wide; filled with anticipation. 

You looked beautiful. Jake always thought you were beautiful, but seeing you laying underneath him with lust-filled eyes, you looked ten times more beautiful to him. 

He only nodded in response as he pulled his underwear down, his cock hitting his abdomen; his tip red and leaking precum, still begging for attention. ‘’Do you have condoms?’’ You asked, your eyes meeting his; realizing you probably don’t have any laying around. A small smile formed on his lips as he grabbed his pants, searching through his pockets. ‘’Of course I do, you never know when you might lose your virginity.’’ He smiled as he pulled out a condom, causing you to roll your eyes as he ripped the package open.

Jake suddenly became nervous as he lined his cock against your entrance, his eyes meeting yours once again. You wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a small smile; noticing the worry in his eyes. ‘’Take your time, okay? Do what feels good for you,’’ You reassured him, causing Jake to nod in reply once again; rubbing his tip against your entrance, collecting your arousal.

The second Jake pushed his tip inside of you, he realized what his friends had been talking about all this time. He let out a deep breath as he felt your wet walls clench around him, burying his head in the pillow beside you once again as he tried to keep himself together. The feeling of your tight walls pulsating around him felt nothing like he had imagined, it felt so much better; way better than your hand had felt.

A small moan left your lips as he pushed his cock all the way in, grabbing onto his shoulders as you parted your lips. ‘’You’re so big,’’ You whimpered into his ear, causing Jake to let out a groan. ‘’I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that,’’ He mumbled, pressing a small kiss onto your neck.

After staying still for a minute, getting used to the feeling and collecting himself, he slowly began pulling out. Your walls dragging along his hard cock, coating him in your arousal felt like nothing he had ever experienced before; his friend's endless bragging suddenly making so much sense. He thrusted into you once again, another moan leaving your lips; causing Jake to repeat his actions.

His thrusts were awkward at first, trying to figure a pace that worked for him without him immediately being close to his release; but soon enough, he found a pace that worked for him and it certainly seemed to be working for you as well. 

‘’Fuck, Jake,’’ You moaned, throwing your head onto the pillow beside you as he kept thrusting into you, grunts leaving his lips, his lips occasionally pressing wet kisses against the skin of your shoulder. ‘’Feels so good,’’ He grunted against your skin, his thrusts becoming even harsher. ‘’You’re doing so good,’’ You whimpered, the familiar feeling of warmth building up inside of Jake’s stomach.

Your words only made Jake thrust into you harder, causing even louder moans to leave your lips as his speed increased. You could tell he was close to his release by the way his thrusts were becoming sloppier, grunts spilling from his lips. 

It didn’t come as a surprise to either you or Jake that he was already on the verge of reaching his orgasm. You didn’t even mind the fact that you probably wouldn’t get to cum, the pretty sounds leaving his lips were more than enough for you.

‘’I’m gonna cum,’’ He suddenly let out, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as you wrapped your legs around him. ‘’Cum for me,’’ You mumbled into his ear, a final groan leaving his lips as he spilled his seed into the condom wrapped around his cock. Loud moans left his throat as he continued sloppily thrusting into you; riding out his own orgasm.

Heavy breathing filled the room as he rolled over, collapsing next to you; sweat dripping down his forehead. You turned around, looking over at the exhausted boy beside you; pieces of hair sticking to his forehead. He looked over at you, a small smile forming on his lips. You ran your hand through his hair, pushing the pieces of hair that had fallen onto his forehead away; a small forming on your lips as well. 

‘’Did I do well?’’ He let out after a moment, still panting, not taking his eyes off you. You nodded in response, moving closer to him. ‘’You did really well.’’ You mumbled as you placed your head on his chest, feeling one of his arms wrap around your waist. ‘’I guess I’m no longer a virgin,’’ He chuckled, causing you to chuckle as well. ‘’Not even a thank you?’’ You let out, your eyes meeting his.

‘’You’re the best, thank you.’’ He smiled, a small smile forming on your lips; wrapping an arm around his torso. ‘’I’m your best friend after all.’’

‘’Maybe you can give me head next time, since you’re my best friend?’’

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Do Re Mi (70;teen Collab Teaser)

pairing; wen junhui x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni), fluff

warnings; unprotected sex, breeding kink, wife!reader, husband!jun, talk about having a baby, fingering, crying, mild dacryphilia, marking, scratching, cumplay

w/c; 4k and some change (570 ~ this teaser)

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Laughing, Jun washes the soap from his hands and dries them before lifting his arms and turning in his embrace to face you. With a smirk on his face, he goes as far as to bite on his bottom lip and shrug his shoulders.

He was your ground in this chaotic world and right now this was all that mattered. Shaking your head you take a step back towards the living room causing him to laugh as you sway your hips to the music playing low on the record player. It was different from before. This was music for slow dancing, music for lovers.

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

Jun smiles brightly when a smile spreads across your pretty face. It didn’t matter how tired he was. Your smile was like a shot of vitamin c injected right into his veins.

“Maybe. I got good vibes about things lately. I’m thinking you should take me to bed,..”

His smile only falters for a moment as Jun licks his lips, his brows furrowing at your words. You made it hard for him to keep his cool around you. It didn’t matter if you two had been married for two years or twenty…Jun felt it in his soul you were going to keep him on his toes.

“You sayin’...”

It’s when you nod, your footstep still walking the two of you backwards closer to the bedroom that Jun’s breath hitches in his throat. The two of you had talked about starting a family a hundred times but the financial situation was never right. It still wasn’t in Jun’s mind… but you saying what you had, Jun couldn’t think about anything else.

A gasping laugh finds your lips when Jun moves quickly picking you up in his arms. Your hands on his shoulders, you kick your legs only to stop when you feel his lips press against the rising fabric of your shirt. A short huff of breath escapes him and you find yourself suddenly furrowing your brows. Your fingers running through his hair as he takes the last few steps through the door to your shared bedroom to lay you on the bed.

Your fingers still threading through your husband’s soft locks, you find your eyes closing to the feeling of his lips finding purchase on your skin as his fingers gently work the button of your jeans loose in the dimly lit room. The only sounds are that of your soft moans, panting breaths, and his strategic kisses that seem to mesh with the music from the living room.

Lifting your hips to the feeling of Jun’s fingers pushing against your hips, you smile finally looking down at him in the low light to find his eyes on you. He had a way about making you feel shy by doing something so simple. Just his eyes on your face as he worked your jeans over your thighs, his breath fanning over your abdomen was enough to cause your cheeks to feel like you were standing too close to an open flame.

“Jun…”

Now he was smiling at your tiny whimper of his name. God, you were like a dream. How had he landed you, Jun would never understand, but he counted his blessings each and every day and especially any chance he had the privilege to between your thighs.

“What is it, little bird? You sound so pretty tonight.”

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skz bingo; #7, she/her pronouns, with chan?? maybe some sort of bookstore meet cute where reader can't reach a certain book that's on a shelf just out of her reach, but chan is a little taller than her so he manages to crowd against her back and grab the book for her?? 👀 I don't mind either sfw or nsfw, whichever feels like it fits the fic best!

my dear, I couldn’t make chan taller for fear of excluding the tall girlies ;w; but I think I still worked it in well. and I hope you like hyunlix, because they’re in the background fulfilling my bookkeeper/florist couple fantasies. I also split the difference between n/sfw with extraflirty!chan, enjoyyy 🫶🏻

🖤 read me like a book (bangchan x reader) 🖤

Pairings: chan x reader, background hyunlix

Words: 1170 (I gave up on the world limit)

Humour + Suggestive (no smut) + Fluff

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Felix has been flirting with Hyunjin for over ten minutes, which is only a problem for you because he is sitting on the only ladder in the entire bookstore. The shop owner sits on the middle rungs as the florist leans against the wall and dramatically tells him about his morning. Felix clutches the bundle of white and yellow daffodils Hyunjin brought for him to his chest with a dreamy smile.

Residing on one of the upper shelves, out of your reach, is a new romance novel that you came to purchase. You steal a glance at Hyunjin and Felix, then continue glaring at your target. Now, it was not just the minor inconvenience souring your mood, but the envy of seeing the two men together. You felt incredibly unlucky in comparison to the perfect couple chatting away in the corner. You were tired of reading about romance, and more than ready to find it for yourself.

The tips of your fingers just brush the spine of one of the copies as you try again, and you sigh in defeat. Climbing the shelf would be entirely too hazardous, although you are getting desperate enough at this point to try it. You had been waiting for this book for months. But, as miserable as you were, you refused to interrupt Felix and Hyunjin.

“Hey there,” You look over your shoulder to face the man that speaks to you, “You, uh, look like you could use a little help?”

“I’ve got it.”

The speed in which you turn away is criminal. The stranger is incredibly handsome, and you would be damned if you let the cutest man to ever walk into this bookstore see the smut you were trying to pull off the shelf. He clears his throat gently and you peek over your shoulder at him.

“Hm, are you sure? I’ve got to grab something up there anyway.”

“O-Okay. I-If you wouldn’t mind…”

You are about to move when the man drops a stepstool behind you and springs onto it with ease. He braces one hand over your shoulder and leans in, his chest brushing against your back as he grabs the books. Your breath catches as he hops down again, and you will yourself to breathe as you turn around. You inhale sharply as he does not hand the book over to you, but flips through it instead. He then reads that lovely little page of content warnings- mainly kinks- listed by the author at the beginning of the book.

Your face burns as he hums and casually places it in your hand.

“Here’s your book.”

“It’s not mine,” You blurt quickly.

“Oh? Did you want a different one?”

You clutch it to your chest.

“N-No! I-I’m buying it… for my friend. I don’t read this stuff.”

“Oh, I see,” There is a troublesome little glint in his eye, “That’s a shame. That author is quite popular. Maybe you should give it a try?”

You squirm under his playful gaze. You wish you could just melt into the bookcase to escape this conversation.

“No.”

“No? Why not?”

“It’s not… realistic…”

His eyebrows quirk but he looks satisfied with your answer. Felix interrupts the tense moment as he begins leaving the bookstore with Hyunjin.

“Hey, Chan, I’m taking my break now. You got an eye on the cash?”

“Yeah, mate, you’re good. I’ll see ya in a bit.”

Hyunjin gives you an excited wave, which you return shyly, as Felix adds:

“Oh, y/n, I put a book aside for you. It’s behind the counter. Chan, her name is on it.”

“Alright.”

“Thank you,” You murmur.

The doorbell chimes as the door falls shut behind them, and you are left alone with Chan. He kicks up the stepstool and catches it one hand.

“Well, y/n,” He coos in his lovely accent, “I’ll be at the cash if you need anything. Give me a shout if you have any questions, yeah?”

“Y-Yeah, sure.”

He winks and walks behind the counter, settling in and opening the book he pulled from the shelf. You stall for a bit, then steel your nerves and approach the checkout. Chan sets his book aside and smiles as you set yours on the counter. He finds the book Felix set aside for you, and it is the exact same book you pulled from the shelf.

The road to Hell is truly paved with good intentions.

Chan pauses then coyly asks, “I guess you don’t want two of these, hm?”

You puff your cheeks.

“No.”

He chuckles and begins ringing up your purchase.

“Okay, I won’t tease you anymore. You don’t have to be embarrassed, you know?”

“I’m not embarrassed.”

He side-eyes you playfully.

“Alright. Are you paying with cash or card?”

“Cash.”

You quickly pull the bill from your pocket and hand it to Chan. You are both quiet as he makes your change then hands it back to you. You count it then furrow your brow gently.

“Something wrong?”

“Um, it seems… You gave me extra.”

He checks the receipt then looks at your hand as you hold it out to him.

“No, it’s right.”

“You gave me a discount?”

You drop the change in your pocket and accept the book and receipt as he hands them to you.

“Of course. Pretty girls shouldn’t have to pay full price.”

You fluster.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to tease me anymore?”

He rests his chin in his hand and leans his elbows on the counter with a smirk.

“That wasn’t teasing. That was flirting.”

You clutch the book to your chest and duck your blushing face.

“Well…”

He giggles and the charming sound startles you to look up again.

“Sorry. I’ll stop.”

“I-It’s okay.”

“Hm?”

“Uh, you don’t have to stop.”

Chan smiles warmly.

“Only if you like it.”

“I, um, I do.”

“Okay then. Well, I hope your friend likes the book.”

“It’s almost worse when you pretend you don’t know…”

“Well, for the record, I believed you a little bit.”

“Sure.”

“I did,” He purrs, “And I would agree with you. I tried to read those books but they weren’t really my thing.”

“You did?”

“Mhm, like you said: it wasn’t realistic. If you’d like an example of something more realistic though, I’d be happy to show you.”

You roll your eyes as a grin breaks out on his face. Although he delivered the line with confidence, his whole face is flushed like yours.

“I’ll keep that in mind…”

Chan winks as you walk away.

“Have a good day!”

You rush out of the bookstore and pause outside as you notice something sticking out of the book you just purchased. You flip it open to see a scrap of paper with a phone number written on it. You look through the window of the bookstore to see Chan, giving you a fluttery wave as you piece it all together. You huff and cover your face as you stomp away, but you cannot suppress your charmed smile.

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[softtdaisy]

SOULS ENTWINED - EDDIE MUNSON

DESCRIPTION I when you need a fake-boyfriend to prove your parents wrong, you thought that eddie could be the perfect candidate for this role

PAIRING I eddie munson × fem!reader

WORDS COUNT I 2k

A/N I can you tell I'm still obsessed with stranger things? I had this idea during the weekend and couldn't stop thinking about it until I write it. I hope you will enjoy it 🤍 (i'm reposting this because tumblr messed with my original post for some reason???)

“I need your help, Munson”

“Well, I can tell.”

It was probably the worst idea you ever had. But from the moment your eyes landed on him in the cafeteria, your mind couldn’t focus on anything else. The more the minutes were passing, the more you convinced yourself that was it. Eddie Munson was the man that could shut your parents’ mouth.

So, when he got up and went to the men’s restroom, you followed him and lock up yourself with him in the cubicle. This explained why you were pressed against his chest. Something that didn’t seem to bother him that much compared to you.

Not that you had preconceptions about Eddie, contrary to most of your friends. You couldn’t care less about his reputation or what he’s supposedly doing. You didn’t understand how some people could be so criticizing about what this boy might like when they all have weird passion. But you would rather not say anything, it was your last year of high school. And you didn’t want to ruin everything for a boy you never talked to outside classes.

Until today.

“You’re free on Friday?” You looked up at Eddie. If he already had a smirk on his face, it kept growing when you talked. You knew from the moment you said it how your words could be interpreted. It was a good idea, it was a good idea… You kept repeating yourself. You had to connived yourself that you weren’t making a mistake. Otherwise, you would be run away already.

“You’re asking me on a date? That’s absolutely adorable!” how a man that was rumored to play with the devil could have such cute facial expressions? You hit his arm that he left up to put his hand on his heart, as if your proposition meant the world to him. “No. I need you to meet my parents.” You said, which made him laugh. And you hit his arm again. You needed him to be serious about that.

“Isn’t that a little early in our relationship?”

You were reading to shut him up and explained the situation when you heard the door opening. You immediately panicked and climbed on the toilet seat, putting both your hands on Eddie’s shoulder to maintain yourself up. Why the hell did you chose the restroom? Eddie looked at you before laughing hard at the situation. “Oh, right. What is the cheerleader team going to think if they learn its top cheerleader is hiding here with the Devil’s son?” you hated how you were giving him the perfect opportunity to make fun of you.

“Shut. Up.” You mumbled, skinning your fingers on his shoulders. He grimaced and waited patiently until the last student left the restroom. “So? What do you need me for? I don’t have all day love.” He put his hands on your waist and lifted you up to help you put your feet back on the ground. You ignored the shivers you got when you felt his cold silver rings against the thin fabric of your cheerleader suit. It was almost like Eddie was touching your skin. But you guessed you had to get used to it considering your plan…

“My parents are blaming me for Dean’s infidelity.” you didn’t bother explaining the situation to Eddie. The whole school was talking about your break-up these past weeks. You and Dean were the stereotypical basketball player – cheerleader couple. You were together for a few months until he decided the grass was greener on the other side and cheating on you with your teammate. Typical high school story. “They say I didn’t treat him right and that I will never find anybody else as good as him, bla-bla-bla.”

You rolled your eyes and missed Eddie’s concerned expression. Sure, he wasn’t an expert on how a parents/children relationship was supposed to work but he knew it wasn’t sane for you to be treated like this. What kind of parents consider their cheated daughter to be guilty of her partner seeing elsewhere?

You shared most of your classes with Eddie. He noticed you were kinda off these days but he just assumed it was the whole story playing on your mind. He had no idea you had no rest at home. He could understand why you seemed so tired of life. Like he was.

“I want you to come home with me. They think I won’t ever get another guy like Dean? Good, I don’t want one. I’ll show them I can get whoever I want, either they like or not. I’m not going to date boys they like, I’ll be dating boys I like.” You didn’t know if Eddie heard what you just said. He just crossed his arms around his chest, putting his collar a little downer which gave you glimpse of his tattoo. You wished your ex had tattoos too, it was so hot.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” He simply said before opening the door and leaving you alone. That was not the reaction you excepted. You thought he would made fun of you, asked for something in exchange or whatever. Not…leaving you alone like this? It took you a few seconds to realize what just happened. Eddie agreed to play that silly game.

When you left the restroom, you met some of Dean’s teammate. Of course. “Oh, looks like [y/n] has found someone’s dick to suck.” You lift your middle finger before joining your next class immediately. Maybe you should pretend to be dating Eddie’s here, that would shut their mouth too.

When you told your parents that your new boyfriend was coming on Friday’s night, they laughed. “He probably just wants to taste what his teammate had.” They said. “He must feel pity for you.” They thought. You really had to fight to not say anything about Eddie. They were so ready to see a doppelgänger of Dean, they were going to be surprised.

6:50 p.m. Eddie was going to arrive in any minutes now. You were waiting on the porch to not miss his arrive. You wanted to be sure he didn’t plan on fucking this up. Your head was down while you were playing with your necklace when you heard a car parked in front of your house. And when Eddie got out of it, you knew you made the right choice to ask him out of anybody.

He looked just like he did today in class: with his long sleeves Hellfire Club shirt and his sleeveless jean jacket. You were sad you couldn’t see his tattoos, but you knew Eddie usually rolled his sleeves up. You couldn’t wait for that moment. His hair was absolutely perfect. For a few seconds, you were breathless to see him there, looking like that. No school, nothing, just you two.

Eddie approached and took your hand in his. “Milady,” he said kissing your hand. You rolled your eyes, more from shyness than boredom. “Where are the monsters?” he then asked, still holding your hands. You loved the feelings of his rings against your skin. It felt like Eddie was entering your whole body. And for a second, you imagined how it would be like if he actually did.

“Inside.” You suddenly say, your voice getting higher from the sudden realization you were daydreaming about your fake boyfriend.

From the moment you opened the door and noticed your parents’ expression, you knew it was going to be a long, long evening.

But from the way Eddie pressed your hand, you knew you weren’t alone in this.

Two hours later, you were sitting in your backyard, on your swing seat. This couldn’t have been worse. Your dad kept repeating that Eddie wasn’t worthy of his daughter and even less to be in his house, that it would be the only time this “son of Satan” would be sitting in his living room. Of course, Eddie laughed at this and said that he would say hello to his dad from yours. He laughed less when your dad started saying that it was sad that he was the only type of guy you could ever had since you weren’t capable of keeping good one by your side. When your fake boyfriend defended you, you appreciated it. How ironic it was that the only person showing you love in this house was the boy that you weren’t even dating.

Of course, your mother wasn’t much nicer with him. She had this way of saying thing lower because she was talking to you but loud enough for the whole room to hear. So yes, Eddie did hear all the criticism she made about his look. “His hair is way too long, you’re sure he doesn’t have louses?” no, mom Eddie is taking care of himself, probably even more than you do. “He looks messy, did he wash his clothes?” I think so, mom, why wouldn’t he? And it went on and on all the night to the point you couldn’t take it anymore.

You’ve been sitting alone for a good five minutes when the door opened. You didn’t even bother to look up. Eddie probably left when you did, which was the best decision for his own sanity. It was probably one of your parents coming to tell you how disappointing they were in you choosing such a…right, a loser that’s what they called him earlier.

It wasn’t until he sat next to you that you recognize Eddie’s perfume. “I might be called the devil’s son, that doesn’t mean you had the right to leave him alone in Hell.” You could tell he was joking, but you didn’t have the heart to do so anymore.

You sighed and put your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry for this. It was a shitty idea. I shouldn’t have brag you into this.” Eddie put his arm around you, and you shivered when he gave you a small kiss on the hair. He’s been so affectionate the whole night, you discovered a new Eddie that you liked more than you thought.

“Nah, it’s ok. It was quite fun to see their expression when we explained how we fell deeply and madly in love with each other.” He was being nice by saying we. He was clearly the one talking for you. He invented a whole story about you that you almost felt for it. You wished it was true.

In only one night, Eddie showed you more affection and interest than Dean ever did in months.

“I know.” You smiled, a little thinking about it. “But still, it wasn’t nice from me to treat you like a toy.” You looked up at him. He had such a peaceful expression, one that was pretty rare. Eddie mostly looked concerned or excited.  Not calm like this.

“I didn’t feel like your toy.” He slowly brought a hand to your face and put a strand of hair behind your ear. “Maybe we can even try to make this real.”

You didn’t know what to say. Did Eddie Munson just asked you to go on a real date with him? Was he sincere? Was this real? He laughed at your expression, even if deep down he was just as stressed as you were by this.

Once again, Eddie was going to stand up and leave you to think about that. It was clearly his thing to put a thought in your head and leave you with it.

But right when he started to sit up, he grabbed your face. He gave you less than a second to understand what was happening before putting his lips on yours. You didn’t except that. Nor did you except his fingers brushing your cheek slowly. Or your hand going on his neck naturally. It felt good. For a few seconds, your life felt peaceful and normal.

When he stopped kissing you, Eddie winked at you. “Your parents were looking.” He whispered. You nodded. Of course, they were, that’s the only reasonable explanation for this.

But after a few steps away, Eddie looked back at you. “And maybe I wanted to convince you that I can be a good real boyfriend, not just a good fake one.”  You rolled your eyes, again.

By dating Eddie, you would probably gain a headache from rolling your eyes that much. But maybe that was the price to pay to feel these wonderful lips on top of yours again.

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[zairene]

in sync, hobie brown x rock angel! roxxi-coded! black fem reader hcs

warnings: fluffy kinda, but none

author’s note: congrats on 3k juice !!! ilysm and u so so so deserve it <3 original event post here / creator: @mypimpademia

you and hobie are the ultimate rockstar couple.

it seemed to be a match made in heaven when you both clicked instantly, with the same passion for creating music and touring the world. it wasn’t hard talking music with him since both of your music taste was drastically similar. with both of you loving rock, you both always had new recommendations for each other.

and because of your broad taste of music, you’re always recommending him new songs that weren’t particularly rock. it could be 90s gangsta rap, r&b, neo-soul, just really anything. you weren’t afraid to try new things so maybe hobie could too!

he still has a keen ear for music. so due to how close you both are and how close he is with the group because of you, he’s often at rehearsals with you guys, helping with things you guys could make better but if you ask him, he just there to see his girl in action.

hobie never misses your concerts. like ever. the only way he’d miss it is if he had some big emergency that he couldn’t possibly pass up but not much is more important than you. you always find yourself sneaking him backstage passes as well, not because he asked but why not for your biggest supporter ever?

regarding being your biggest supporter, he always reposts things on his instagram story about your band—always congratulating you on new collaborations or award nominations. he’s always ready to talk about people needing to buy new tickets for your upcoming shows.

hobie is always in your dressing room and just won’t get out when he’s supposed to. at first, you just let him in for some quality time because that’s honestly rare when it’s the touring season for the band. however, once it’s time for him to get out, he’s making excuses for him to stay. “y’know what. ‘m not even ‘ere.” “hobie, get out!”

and when it’s time for you to go onstage, he’s checking you for any type of thing that looks out of place. fluffing whatever hairstyle you have in, making sure you look ready for the lights that’ll be shining on you for the next 10-15 minutes. and before you go, he never fails to give you a kiss and a smack on the ass for “extra good luck,” in his words, i may add. but you loved him either way so maybe you allowed it even though you would yell at him for it. he always laugh because he knew that you weren’t serious and that was just a way of you being flustered.

arguments and conversations with him were never a common thing. if it was anything about the band and your music, you always put that before your relationship because it was your passion. but that didn’t mean your relationship problems didn’t interfere sometimes and it led you to take breaks to talk things out with him because you were never one to yell or get angry with him. you thought that problems could be conquered with a heart-to-heart conversation, and that applied especially to you and him.

putting the band over him was never a personal thing with him because he knew how much you valued your friendships and music. he just was aware that if he did anything wrong to the point where it would lead to your breakup—you would never stop making music with the girls. and that’s what he loved about you, you never let things hinder your success. fortunately, things have never gotten to that level and you’ll always know that hobie will be there with you every step of the way.

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[heartdaichi]

EARL GRAY : pillow talk

a/n : for @pricelesstecrs , so sorry for the reupload! the tags were messing up and i couldn’t edit it from the original post ,,, i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it!

“what made you fall in love with me?”

the warmth of al haitham’s large arms around your body is comforting as your question fades into the darkness of the night. “pardon?”

covers rustle as you shift in his hold. “you’re a scribe for the akademiya, and i sell oranges down at port ormos for a living.” your attention drifts to his exposed chest and your fingers start tracing shapes along his stomach of their own accord. “we aren’t particularly suited for each other.”

“who said that?” just by the shift in his tone, you can tell that he doesn’t appreciate your self depreciation. “you know how i am ; i don’t waste time on things that aren’t important to me.”

“i understand that,” you start, looking up into his turquoise irises. the beautiful night sky is reflected in his eyes, and you’re taken aback by their sheer beauty. “don’t you think - as a scribe - that there are things more important than love?”

“if there was something more important to me than my love for you, then we wouldn’t be here in this very moment.” al haitham is plain yet concise in what he says. he’s always been that way, even when you met him for the first time all those years ago. “doesn’t that show how important you are to me?”

when he admits it, his voice drops in volume. the truth is, you are more important to him than anything the world could possibly offer. sure, you get in the way of his work sometimes, and if it were anyone else, he’d dispose of them effectively ; but with you, it’s different. it always has been.

“i love you,” he says into your hair as he strokes your back. “i love you, so much more than you know.”

“i love you too,” you whisper back, eyes slowly closing as you find home in the arms of your lover.

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About Her - Levi Ackerman & Daughter!Reader

Synopsis | Levi Ackerman is not fond of people. That being said, with a daughter in tow, he must learn who to trust if he wants both of you to make it out alive. Just long enough so he can see you grow up

A/N | this is not LEVI X READER as in ROMANTIC!! IT IS STRICTLY FAMILIAL

**I had originally posted this from my old blog, but I've since deleted it. So I'm reposting it here! If you find another version of this titled ‘Red Winter’, that’s the old one

Levi became a father young.

At the age of 19, a one night stand resulted in accidental pregnancy, and when the girl found out at two weeks, she decided she wanted nothing to do with the baby, as her parents would disown her for getting pregnant so young

and with a man she barely knew

Levi agreed to raise the child on his own; so when you were born, you were dumped on your father and your biological mother never spoke with Levi again

Levi had no idea how to raise a baby.

By some God given miracle, or perhaps just fatherly instinct, he managed to keep you alive.

at the age of 21, He had 2 companions who helped care for you, and who were the only other people to know of your existence beside your father

They weren’t allowed to hold you or be near you unless Levi was also in the room, but they cooed over your chubby cheeks and loved you like older siblings all the same

Running a crime ring with Farlan and Isabel certainly got him enough money to buy you food and keep a roof over your head, but it was never enough to get you a home on the surface like he wished

Until he was offered a job, which led to him being cornered by the Survey Corps

When Erwin Smith offered him a position in the Survey Corps and to be cleared of their crimes, as opposed to what could be a life sentence, he knew he couldn’t rot in jail and leave you alone

Or worse; be put in a home that wasn’t with him.

“She’s almost 2, you know.”

“Hm?”

“My daughter. What will happen to her if I agree to join you?”

Erwin knew by the look of him, Levi wouldn’t agree to any options that separated him from you

“We can house her with you and the other scouts, if you’d prefer. But I’m not sure how the other men housing with you would handle a baby.”

That was a good enough answer for Levi. He wouldn’t let you go anywhere he couldn’t follow

Your 2nd birthday came and went as he, Farlan, and Isabel were stationed at a cantonment somewhere between Trost and Ragako

the other scouts quickly learned how strange of a child you really were. You didn’t cry or fuss very much–which they were thankful for, but you stared

a lot.

You would sit off to the side while Levi went through what the other scouts called “training”. For him it was nothing more than a breeze

However, your eyes stayed glued to him at all times

It freaked out some of the other scouts–unnerved them, even–that a 2 year old had a stare so intense

Hange was easily fascinated by you and your odd behavior, rambling on about how toddlers are normally very hyperactive and tend to be very loud and/or whiny, But as long as you could at least see your father, you remained quiet and content

The only thing was your stare

Levi was easily very protective of you, not letting anyone touch or hold you (Especially not Hange. That lunatic was too rowdy)

The maids were responsible for you whenever Levi wasn’t around, which was rarely

When time came for the 23rd expedition, Levi hounded the housewives responsible for watching you while he was gone; He made the message very clear you were to be kept clean, safe, and happy

And you were :)

But they still feared for their lives

By the time he returned, he had been so disheartened he just silently took you back to the barracks without saying a word to anyone

That night he hugged your tiny body into his side and cried silently in his bunk

Coming to trust Erwin had been… a process. But by the time your were 5 he trusted Erwin enough to let him hold you

Erwin sat you on his shoulders, and you got so excited about being up so high up you talked the scouts’ ears off for six hours

Levi didn’t let him hold you after that.

Erwin did it again anyway.

When you were 8, Levi finally let you ride on the horses with him when they traveled between cities, as long as they weren’t on an expedition

You grew close with the housekeepers in the barracks, then being your only companions while your father and the other soldiers were away

You had also grown to look up to the soldiers, a lot of them growing protective of you as well

Growing up around soldiers taught you to harden your exterior, to not let anything get under your skin, even if you were a bit sensitive. They taught you what soldiers were made of

When wall Maria fell, you were 10

You stayed with the maids in the barracks for a week, not seeing Levi once while he did what he could during the tragedy.

Not even they could raise your spirits.

As the world fell apart around you, Levi became just the slightest bit distant, and you didn’t fail to notice it

He was trying to protect you from the death and despair he carried with him, he didn’t want you to see how soulless he felt every time he returned from wall Maria

He knew how compassionate you were

So kind, hearing about the casualties would no doubt tear you apart

You certainly had more soul than he did, he thought

When you turned 12, you told him you wanted to join the scouts, like him

You’d known how much you wanted to join the Survey Corps for years, just seeing how hard they all trained and fought to protect children like you–children who did nothing and knew nothing of the horrors beyond the walls

You knew nothing about titans either, you’d never seen one in person. but you wanted to put your heart on the line like the soldiers you grew up with

Erwin, Hange, Levi’s new squad, they had a feeling you wanted to join the scouts but they never expected you to actually tell your dad. To his face. In the middle of the mess hall, no less.

“I want to join the scouts!” You came out with it, somehow, and instantly the entire mess hall got quiet. What little courage you had gathered instantly vanished.

“No way.”

You and Levi talked about everything, never any secrets between the two of you, but this was something else

In the end, the two of you only had each other, and a decision like this he didn’t want to consider no matter how much he felt it coming

It took forever, a lot of arguing, but eventually he agreed to let you go, as long as you joined his squad after graduating so he could protect you

So you agreed.

2 years after the fall of Wall Maria, you set off to join the scouts in what would be the 104th Cadet Corps

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[crowsmodhell]

My MLP CC Masterlist

Because I’ve gotten an overwhelming number of asks for the CC I used in my MLP skin overlay post, I’ve decided to put together a list for it for people to refer to, rather than answer every ask about it individually. I’m also including some newer CC I’ve started using also over some of the OLD cc I don’t actively use so much anymore in general. Hopefully this helps nya’ll with your MLP sims!

My Skin Overlays:

Magic Friendship Horses - These were made with the Savestate Furry Ears and Tails in mind too if memory serves, so those ears and tails may work the best with them.

Wings:

Jupiter’s Eagle - I no longer use these anymore really, but people still ask about them so here you go! ALSO note I was using a PERSONAL recolor of those wings in my MLP post so sorry but you won’t find the colors you need here, probably :’)

Chromo Nostalgia Set - The wings I currently use moreso now, has both a gorgeous set of feathered wings in MANY colors, and some fairy wings that work spectacularly for changelings too!

Fairies vs Witches Mod - The Fairy aspect in this mod also adds flight skills and fairy wings too along with elemental powers! The wings are ALSO optional in case you want to use the wings above or any other types of wings you might want!

Snouts:

Ccadence Snout for Sims - A repost of the original snout mod, since the original is no longer available on mod the sims. I still use this one a lot to this very day for a LOT of different sims.

Grimguide’s Horse Snout Preset - Two variations of the same Snout Preset found in noses, it’s a VERY excellent horse snout made by Grimguide!

Ears/Tails:

My kemonomimi ears I made awhile back - These only come in limited colors, but you can all recolor to your heart’s content!

Savestate Furry Ears and Tail - I also use these regularly still, too!

Tovisim Unicorn CC - Includes some tails I used and couldn’t find again, here you go!

Horns:

My Unicorn Horn CC - Found in Occult Brows! Has many useful colors

Smaller Unicorn Horn - Absolutely forgot I made this and never shared... my bad :’D

Smallest Unicorn Horn - ANOTHER one I forgot about, but here you go!

MLP-Centric CC and Clothes:

Mane Six outfits and hairstyles - An assortment of Mane Six outfits and hairs, and I believe eyes too?

More MLP Character Outfits/Eyes/Hairs -

Even More MLP Character Stuff -

Other worth Noting:

Just a lot of Grimguide’s CC - in general can be pretty useful for furry and nonhuman sims in general! So check out the Archive for it all here!

I’m pretty sure that’s a lot of what I used, excluding some hairstyles, because there’ve since been a LOT more hairstyles released in the world of Sims 4 CC that you can use to fit your personal preference honestly.

Happy Simming!

Never ask me about MLP CC Again <3 :D

#sims 4 cc #mlp sims #My Little Pony #friendship is magic #furry cc #anthro cc #furry sims #anthro sims #sims 4 lookbook #sims 4 cc masterpost #wcif

[starlitmark]

Summary: Both you and Taeyong love waking up to slow, soft sex early in the morning. Pairing: Taeyong x fem!reader Tropes: established relationship au, soulmate au (mind link/shared dreams) Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: soul links, language Smut Warnings: unprotected sex, somnophilia, grinding Word Count: 600 Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye Note: sorry this is late!! Things happened at home Before You Interact February Filth Masterlist

Listen to ♡ Velvet by EXID

You wake before Taeyong does most days. Most days, you both are up and running out the door for work. Then, there are days like today. The rays of the sun shine through the sheer white curtains. (After coming home late last night, you forgot to draw the heavier ones that block out the light.). Taeyong’s soothing breathing adds just the slightest bit of noise to the quiet space. You hardly awake yourself and debate falling back to sleep. Instead, you catch a glimpse of your soulmate’s dream through your mind link. It’s just the two of you on a cute little picnic date in some flowery field. It’s cute in every sense of the word. Normally, you don’t intend to see Taeyong’s dreams, often times you leave him to his dreams in peace. For some reason, today, you just couldn’t block it out. You roll over and look at your boyfriend. He seems entirely peaceful other than his eyebrows being furrowed.

Letting out a soft breath, you close your eyes and mentally step through the link between your minds. The doorway of sorts is wide open. You find yourself in Taeyong’s dream a moment later and are pleasantly surprised to see what he dreams about. Immediately you’re greeted with the feeling of your boyfriend fully inside you. His face is tucked into your shoulder as he smoothly and methodically thrusts into you.

That’s another thing about your mind links, when you step into the space, you are actually a part of the dream or any other content that occupies the space. You’ll often find Taeyong stepping into the shared space to just hang out and talk when you’re apart. Now though, you’ve taken the place of your dream self and are so happy you did.

Clinging to him, you let out a broken moan. Each thrust is perfectly angled to brush up against your g-spot. Taeyong starts placing placing kisses along your neck and shoulder. The sensation sends chills up and down your spine.

“Hi, sweetheart, you finally join me?” He gasps.

“Yongie–” you moan, “Feels so good.”

“I should’ve gotten you in here quicker, fuck, I’m not gonna last.”

You wrap your legs around his waist, hoping to urge him to go faster. The heat in your belly is starting to become a fire. You’re still very much sleepy, but the feeling of your boyfriend inside you has you more desperate than you could ever describe. Taeyong gently pulls your legs around his waist and pulls you onto his lap. Now you can properly see the landscape of his dream. You’re in a stunning, vibrantly colored valley. Taeyong doesn’t give you long to process your surroundings before he’s thrusting up into you at a pace that makes you see stars.

“Fuck– I’m gonna cum, baby.” Taeyong groans, peppering kisses against your chest.

Before you can respond, you’re startled out of the dreamscape. You open your eyes to see yourself cuddled up against Taeyong’s chest. He groans and rubs his eyes before looking over at you. He doesn’t say a word; instead, he leans in and kisses you softly. Rolling over to be over you, he lets one of his hands wander down your side to rub small circles into your waist. You gasp as he slots himself between your legs and starts grinding against you. Nothing could beat mornings like this. The feeling of your soulmate loving you and you love him. Being able to share such a strong connetion without any words being exchanged. All of it was so velvety and warm. You never want to leave.

COPYRIGHT STARLITMARK 2024© ALL RIGHTS RESERVED — reposting/modifying any fic or piece of original writing posted on this blog is not allowed. Translations are not permitted. 

Networks: @cultofdionysusnet @kwritersworld @k-vanity

Tag List: @bratty-tingz @yeosangiess @minjaeluver @abbietwilight @wooyoungmybelovedhusband

#taeyong smut #cultofdionysusnet #kwritersworldnet #kvanity #joongfryefff24 #nct fanfic #nct x reder #nct smut #nct 127 fanfic #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 smut #taeyong fanfic #taeyong x reader

[rhiannons-bird]

TDA FANCASTS / FACECLAIMS (repost)

I’ve decided to add to the noise with my own content because at this point I’ve seen Froy Gutierrez and Timothee Chalamet fancast for just about every single male TSC character and I think we all deserve some variety. This will probably be followed up with posts for the other series in the near future. I’ve tried my hardest to find people as close as possible to my headcanons, but I feel like 95% of Cassie Jeans art still does the best job at representing what I picture these characters to look like in my head. Feel free to agree or disagree and let me know what your fav faceclaims are 🤗

Emma Carstairs - Bridget Satterlee (it’s not perfect and personally I still imagine Emma with sharper features, but at least she’s got the brown eyes and Emma vibes)

Julian Blackthorn - Darwin Gray (again pretty much the best I could find, idk why Jules and Emma are so hard to get right)

Cristina Rosales - Natalia Castellar Calvani

Mark Blackthorn - (Young) Gerhard Freidl (look I even added the golden eye😌, he’s def one of my faves with the soft and ethereal vibe he’s got going on)

Ty Blackthorn - (Young) Asa Butterfield (Ty was so damn hard to find, and he def wouldn’t work for grown up Ty in my opinion)

Livvy Blackthorn - (Young) Amalia Zadro (she’s literally so perfect I can’t)

Kit Herondale - Griffin Mark (sorry for the picture quality, he’s a tiktoker and I couldn’t find anything better, but LORD does he look like young Kit)

Dru Blackthorn - (Young!) India Eisley

Tavvy Blackthorn - Random kid I found here

Arthur Blackthorn - Jude Law (just picture him with glasses chilling in an a dusty attic)

Diana Wrayburn - Lehlogonolo Machaba (she’s a South African trans model, I know this is literally just fancasts but I thought it would be nice for proper representation anyways, plus she’s giving off the biggest Diana vibes)

Kieran Kingson - I’m so sorry I can’t find the original image source 😭

Gwyn ap Nudd - Ed Skrein

Annabel Blackthorn - Esme Creed-Miles

Diego Rocío Rosales - Jorge Antonio Guerrero (he def looks too old but otherwise fits well enough)

Jaime Rocío Rosales - Jacobo Cuesta

Manuel Villalobos - Zak Henri

Zara Dearborn - Iris Law (yes the eye colour is off but look at her she’s got just the right energy)

The Unseelie King - Rogier Bosschaart

Prince Adaon - Davidson Obennebo

Divya Joshi - (Young) Shriya Saran

Rayan Madabuchi - Ronald Epps

Anush Joshi - (Young) Jeenu Mahadevan

Ash Morgenstern - (Young) Lucky Blue Smith

Lady Nene - Pauline Darley

Horace Dearborn - Woody Harrelson

If you’re wondering where Malcom, Helen and co. are: they’ll be in extra posts with all the characters who are kind of all over the place. As for Johnny Rook, I just didn’t have the patience anymore…

Bonus gifs: Cristina looking pretty + laughing about something Emma said off camera while they’re being girlies together having a photoshoot

#the dark artifices #fancast #faceclaim #Emma carstairs #Julian blackthorn #Cristina rosales #mark blackthorn #ty blackthorn #livvy blackthorn #kit herondale #dru blackthorn #tavvy blackthorn #Arthur blackthorn #Diana wrayburn #kieran kingson #Gwyn ap nudd #Annabel blackthorn #Diego rosales #jaime rosales #zara dearborn #Manuel villalobos #unseelie king #prince adaon #divya joshi #rayan madabuchi #anush joshi #ash morgenstern #lady nene #Horace dearborn #the shadowhunter chronicles

[tutti-says]

Re: intersex, intersexism and me

I’ve had something I have wanted to say, something that has weighed heavily on me over the past few weeks. Something I’ve spent hours reading trying to figure out and understand the different sides of.

This is something that, of course, happened at the tail end of the conflict. I do not want to bring the entire conflict to focus. I am purposefully not naming names nor specifying incidents because I am not coming to you today as Tutti the defender, I’m coming today as Tutti the person. To start with - I am intersex, medically intersex. That’s as much as I am willing to divulge because it’s not something I tell really anyone and to say so here leaves my chest very tight. I’ve already had to expose many wounds and traumas I bear because I don’t believe I can correctly explain my point of view and why I feel that way without sharing. It is no burden nor shame to be myself, but I also don’t want to be the one “with the microphone” or anything. 

I wanted to talk to the original poster and try to explain things from my lens, but I didn’t know how exactly to approach them in a way that wouldn’t risk more harm. The poster was hurting. I was hurting. Everyone in this whole mess was hurting and it just wasn’t the time and hasn’t been - but I really would like to share my perspective. This isn’t even something I’ve talked about with my friends nor my wife. Honestly, I was so shocked at the post and the effects that rippled from there, I couldn’t even feel anything but numb at first. I felt my duty at that moment was to ensure the safety of lives that were now at risk, so I haven’t really brought up how this has affected me. 

To briefly (as much as possible) mention the incident without names because again, I would like to talk personally - there was a post about a tag on an Ao3 fic where the original poster labeled it as intersexism. My friend, knowing the writer and why the writer chose that specific tag, then reposted the post and commented about intersex people not being safe in writing. Unbeknownst to my friend - the original poster was intersex. 

I even replied to the post my friend made because I was confused on why the original poster called the fic tag intersexist, nor why intersex was even brought in. It felt to me like the post was saying persons weren’t allowed to write intersex fics. I was really confused and honestly a little taken aback as an intersex person myself. The original poster did not include my post in the thread, I don’t know why but I do claim that it was not with ill intent towards me, but I will include it here.  

The original poster saw the post and replies, and though I cannot speak of their feelings, I am sure the matter was hurtful to them to say the least. In return, the original poster made a thread detailing the events and their interpretation of what was said - and when I read it my heart sank. I know the people in the replies, and I knew what they meant by what they said in response to the original post my friend made. Most of the errors stemmed from difficulties in communication brought about by neurodivergence, which the original poster could not know of.  However, I cannot say that every reply I saw to the thread in the climax, a heated back and forth from other friends, was entirely innocent - nor were they in any way kind or understanding. Some of them hurt me, as fighting for diagnoses on anything is such an arduous task. But right now I want to talk about this from the perspective of an intersex person who knows the author, a trans writer, willfully choosing to not use a tag with intersex but dual gender because this was a fic about the author and their gender dysphoria finding ease through fiction. Knowing that the original poster did not read the fic but made an assumption based solely on the tag and prior instances made me really confused. Though the original poster didn’t name my friend nor the fic - they did misgender my friend and speak ill of them. Yet, I also understand how exasperating it is to see things that have hurt you by people who know nothing about intersex but use it and the erm - genitalia without care nor research. I wish more than anything that my friend or the original poster would have messaged instead of publicly posting - so they might have found understanding. To this day, my friend has not read the thread about intersexism. Their tumblr post saying goodbye was not in relation to intersex in the slightest, and they never read any of the replies. This was my doing. My choice to put my friend’s life first. I begged them not to read it. So if anyone is mad my friend did not see your replies on Tumblr or the thread on Twitter - blame me. I am solely responsible. I’m of two minds on everything - because it comes down to if perisex trans persons are allowed to write or contemplate having dual genitalia or if the thought in itself is intersexist. I know that people will think that because I carry a label of proship I couldn't care less - but I do care.  To me, in a world where awful experimentation etc. is still done on intersex people, it would be hard to write this without bearing the empathy towards intersex people and the hardships faced. And honestly, that isn’t done in a lot of cases. However, in the case of the particular fic that was being discussed, the writer HAD written and tagged in a way that respected intersex people while writing from the viewpoint of a person who is trans with the specific label of salmacian. So, I don’t believe it was wrong nor intersexist of my friend to write a fic using their own lens and a tag that made sense for the fic. It was not prejudiced, but rather heartfelt. 

At the moment though, I could say nothing against the unmountable tidal waves of hate pouring from both sides. I am still devastated at what occurred in a few short hours and how easily it could have been avoided. I feel heartbroken in so many ways because so many voices needed to be shared and nearly all of them were silenced. 

#intersex #bg3

[aliceindaisychains999]

Callout Post: Be Wary of the Following User

I've tried everything before. I've remained quiet, I've tried going my separate ways as peacefully as possible, I've made mistakes in impulsive arguements, and I even tried quietly moving accounts. But I'm tired of remaining quiet. There's someone who's been stalking me since the friendship break-up back in August of 2022. Originally fluffy935, now known as edwards-kronorium115, has been harrassing me in subtle ways non-stop.

We had been great friends at first in 2021, only for things to fall apart when we were making too many mistakes to upset each other within a short timespan. I made a few mistakes in accidentally reposting their screenshots due to them not having a watermark and not being able to tell which was “gifted to me” or which was completely theirs as there was no indication to tell the difference. They hadn’t added watermarks until just recently when I had checked on them.

At first, we had disagreements due to sharing the same f/o. I already do with a very close friend of mine. Unlike that close friend, Eddie would go back and forth from being supportive to lashing out at me. My old first blog here (staminuptosuccess) is deleted but there I was spammed in DMs over a friend supporting me with Edward at the time. I was called a homewrecker, spammed vomit emojis, and further insulted. It was getting so bad that I went to Twitter and left everything behind around 2022. We made up and became friends again. Only for it to get worse. It got so bad she looked me up on FACEBOOK AND SOMEHOW FOUND MY PRIVATE NAME. I cannot show the contact to avoid doxxing. But her full name is there. I was isolated. She constantly told me how “I am your only true friend.” I was manipulated often into being away from my friends. She constantly tried putting everyone down, me included. I would be built up only to be put down again. I couldn’t handle her taking out her emotions on me. No matter how hard I tried, I always did something to make her angry or sad. So, I left Twitter in the midst of her rage. I uncensored the names of friends who consent to me posting the thread.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t want to upset her anymore and frankly? I didn’t want to be abused anymore either. Every time I was starting to thrive, she’d explode. She would pepper me in drawing gifts only to slam me down that I didn’t care enough or that I ruined everything for her. So I ended it. The Facebook thing freaked me out especially bc how did she find my name?

We had a short talk of what seemed like closure and wishing each other the best in life… until it wasn’t.

She took my quiz and made her presence known twice. I’d have my post liked until I was blocked. It happened to my friend too. After a while, I was able to find a way to block her back so she’d stop the discreet spying. She would reblog the same things I did. And ever so slowly plagiarize my work.

My Kalimba video: December 31st, 2022

(To be continued. Check below)

Part 2

Part 3

#serious #part 1 #cod zombies #call of duty zombies #codz

[plaquerat]

The Reports of My Death Are Greatly Exaggerated

Originally posted 9/3/2023. Reposting since I accidentally deleted my old account.

Summary: Despite everyone's expressed sympathies about his death, Terzo tends to find that they don't seem to really know what happened to him.

It wasn’t necessarily talk about Terzo’s death that bothered him. It was bound to happen. He had been the most popular Papa in a long time, and even now he was remembered fondly by most people. He could respond with a sort of shrug or a sad smile or some signing if whoever had expressed their condolences knew it. He was proud of that last one. If his voice had been stolen from him, at least he could still find some way to talk.

No, it was just… How did everyone have everything so wrong? There were assumptions made that just made it frustrating to discuss. More than it already had been, given that he didn’t like talking about it much in the first place.

Terzo noticed that people never seemed to know what actually happened. There was something about strangulation sometimes, which he kind of got, though he didn’t know where it came from. More commonly— and more understandably— brought up was that he had died like his brothers had. He wished he did! It would have probably hurt less! His death was easy to remember, though. Laying on the slab, feeling like he had been floating in the deep sea, crushed under the pressure of the midnight zone. His mind falling apart as embalming fluid ran through him.

Very easy to remember.

His beheading… Well, he couldn’t remember that. He was dead at the time. Which, to be fair, seemed to be something people tended to forget. But, he was fuzzy on the details. He knew it hadn’t been a clean cut. The way his neck connected was evidence of that. Not a straight line, almost jagged and shaky. The uneven stitching made it look worse than it already was.

And claims that it had been Copia to decapitate him…? Terzo didn’t get that one.

Okay. Untrue. He did. He definitely did. Fair assumption, even. If it was true, though, Terzo wouldn’t be attempting to be on moderately friendly terms with the current Papa. Copia would have been dead within an hour. Or Terzo would have been dumped back in his coffin in several pieces. Whichever. Not the point.

The point was that Copia, despite his affinity for vermin and disease, was very much incapable of decapitation. Somehow blood was where he drew the line. Go figure.

It was all just… he didn’t know. He didn’t really think this was something he was going to have to worry about. Talking about your own death was ridiculous. Nobody ever had to worry about that. When you die you die. Nice, eternal sleep, surrounded by darkness and warmth and all those things Hell had in store.

But no, he was here, unable to speak, barely able to see or hear or feel, doing whatever work got shoved in front of him. Pushing people away as much as he could, not wanting to have to hear the same sympathies over and over. Not wanting to be looked at anymore. Wishing he could just fade away finally.

Terzo could feel a half-hearted attempt at a laugh in his chest. From a philosophical standpoint, this did count as Hell. Just not the one he had been hoping for.

#ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc #papa emeritus iii #terzo #resurrected terzo #body horror #lab reports

[demigodofhoolemere]

So, uh… in “theory”, what the heck does one do if they find their posts (and the posts of others) reposted onto another website? And it’s not just a case of a popular post getting screenshotted and breaking containment on Pinterest or something, these are outright the pictures you yourself posted, usually with the captions you yourself wrote, put up by someone else on Instagram as if they were theirs with absolutely no credit to the people who originally made them.

Story time under the cut…

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I’ve been sitting on this for about a month feeling like I’m losing my mind and not quite being able to tell whether I’m overreacting or not, but it’s all been incredibly bizarre. I happened upon this person completely by coincidence — I got a Classic Who post recommended to me, then checked out the person it came from because I’m always happy to find another Classic Who page to follow (and because their url is even lifted from a tumblr user, I thought it may have been them at first so I was curious), and lo and behold as I scroll down their stuff I find myself looking at… me. Repeatedly. Like, a rather surprising amount of my own posts. Then I noticed there was quite a bit of @junkyardbluebox as well (whose url is the one being used), and a fair few @unwillingadventurer, along with other posts that I’ve seen before but couldn’t tell you who made them.

I commented on one of the posts that was my own, saying that some of these were mine and that I recognized others, and calmly asked out of curiosity why the reposting without credit to any of us. I don’t remember my exact wording anymore but it was very polite, like “can I please ask” levels of polite, nothing that should have come across as being judgmental or upset, because for all I knew maybe this person just genuinely didn’t understand that it’s generally frowned upon to repost other people’s things as your own and I didn’t want to be rude at all. I wish I had taken a screenshot, but I wasn’t exactly anticipating that they would straight up delete my comment.

Since then there’s been a strange rollercoaster of this person adding a bunch of new posts as if to bury the stolen ones, then proceeding to repost our stuff again anyway, then hiding and unhiding and rehiding so, so many of their posts over and over (and in the words of another thing I keep seeing on Instagram lately — I wasn’t aware that was something a person could do), like they can’t decide what they want their page to look like.

Every time the stolen posts got hidden I would think maybe they’ve decided against taking other people’s things and I could leave it alone, but they’d inevitably come back, and there continue to be more new posts taken from Classic Who fandom tumblr users. I drew a line when I saw that they had begun posting screen recordings of gifsets made by @stephadoo and decided to try saying something again, this time making sure I had evidence, which is good because this got deleted, too:

I feel like I bordered into being rude here (probably not, but I felt like it, anyway), but it was one thing to repost pictures that aren’t technically mine because they’re episode screencaps and another to repost gifs that someone actually worked on making themselves. They did end up deleting the gifs (unless they’re just hidden like everything else keeps being, which is always a possibility), but plenty of other stuff is still there — at one point there had been more junkyardbluebox than anyone else, but at the current moment most of those are deleted or hidden, so as I write this most of the copied posts, at least the ones that I recognize, are mine — and they actually reposted a few more of my things immediately after deleting this comment. Everything remains creditless.

Again, part of me feels like I’m completely overreacting to this, but it is weird as heck to see your own posts on somebody else’s page as if they made them, many of them still with your own specific captions — my favorite being some rather detailed thoughts on One and Katarina while watching The Daleks' Master Plan, presented as if those were their thoughts while watching it, and I’m sitting here like

This is one of the weirdest things that’s ever happened to me and I genuinely have no idea what to do about this, if anything at all (if nothing else I want to get this craziness out of my system!). I don’t want this person to get dog-piled or bullied, but I also think people should know their things are being posted on another platform as someone else’s without any credit — and more than that, by deleting my comments about it it gives the impression that this person doesn’t want evidence to exist that these posts are not theirs, and they deliberately choose to continue not giving credit after being politely asked twice.

For the sake of providing evidence in case these things get hidden again, screenshots of my stuff below…

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Original post: https://www.tumblr.com/demigodofhoolemere/700433192597028864/glad-that-theres-at-least-brief-footage-of-vicki

Original post: https://www.tumblr.com/demigodofhoolemere/700404679746764800/tfw-your-parents-are-arguing-about-directions

Altered caption on that one. Original post: https://www.tumblr.com/demigodofhoolemere/700412381217619968/vicki-in-the-romans

Original post: https://www.tumblr.com/demigodofhoolemere/700429807985573888/some-cute-vicki

Original post: https://www.tumblr.com/demigodofhoolemere/700429815806869504/vicki-and-her-little-pigtails-appreciation

Part of my caption removed. Original post: https://www.tumblr.com/demigodofhoolemere/719464306990792704/scene-i-want-to-see-recovered-2000-the-doctor

Altered caption; this was my birthday post for Carole Ann Ford. Original post: https://www.tumblr.com/demigodofhoolemere/720272520217067520/happy-birthday-carole-ann-ford

Could not believe that that entire caption was still there. Original post: https://www.tumblr.com/demigodofhoolemere/720432553596715008/watching-the-first-few-episodes-of-the-daleks

Continued in reblogs.

#i have been having a very weird time #there’s every chance the reposter will see this and if you do i’m sorry for calling you out #but if you’re not going to stop and you’re not going to start giving credits then the people you’re taking from should know #classic who #reposting