#y'all: please stop hurting our boy

[jaylaxies]

THE PATH TO A NERD’S HEART

PAIRING: nerd!jay × fem!reader

GENRE/CW: sub!jay, dom!reader, smut, fluff, unprotected sex, public sex, slight biting and marking, mentions of bullying, room sharing, kissing, handjob, mentions of sunghoon

WC: 8.1k (8169) words

SYNOPSIS: the annual debate competition was just around the corner and you were thrilled to meet your partner, who turned out to be park jongseong. from you studying together to him asking you how it feels to kiss someone, how would your relationship progress? especially when you offer to give him a demonstration, even more so when he asks if he could get a bit more.

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, angels! I'm back with another fic! i've re-edited this fic and i’m reposting as per the request of my anonnie! i hope y'all will enjoy this! :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated! iloveyou all <3

“What have you done to her?” The principal sighed in distress, slightly turning his head, glancing at the girl who sat next to you with an expression filled with misery, a girl with a broken nose to be more precise.

“With all due respect, sir, she was bullying a student, which clearly goes against our school policies, and further, she tried to punch me when I asked her to stop. She had it coming,” you calmly explained the whole situation, fake politeness dripping off your tone.

The girl next to you screamed like a maniac after hearing your statement, flailing her arms and legs, claiming that you were the one who attacked her first. She never failed to show her spoiled-child behaviour in public.

“I request you to please check the surveillance camera of the corridor, it'll make it more clear to you, sir,” you faked your smile as Hana Lee, the bully, started crying, knowing that nothing could save her from the upcoming punishment now.

She was soon dismissed to go to the medical room, her wound bleeding, yet she didn’t show a sign to stop protesting.

“Miss Y/N, I understand that what Miss Lee did was wrong, but that does not give you any right to punch her.” He looked at you with an expression that clearly displayed disappointment.

“It was just self defense from my side, sir,” you said with wide eyes, plastering your most innocent face in front of him, wanting to leave his office as soon as possible.

He sighed, “you’re one of our top students, miss Y/N, and I appreciate you caring for the other students, but please refrain from using punches next time. You can leave now.”

You finally smiled in victory, muttering a ‘thank you’ before grabbing your bag and rushing out of the office.

As you got out of the office, a hand immediately grabbed your wrist, causing you to widen your eyes at the sudden gesture, your own hand curling its fingers to punch until you saw who it was.

He softly pulled you to the empty staircase area.

“I’m sorry,” he slowly whispered, he had a busted lip and red eyes, the sight made your heart hurt, a frown settling on your face.

“Jay! Oh my god! Does it hurt?” You asked, hand extending towards his face.

You barely knew the boy, in fact, your first ever proper interaction with him took place this morning.

“You shouldn’t have stepped up for me,” he sighed, eyes not meeting yours as he looked at his shoes, confused as to why you would help him.

“I don’t care what you say, I cannot stand bullying, Jay,” you simply told him, getting closer to see his wound, the wound caused by Hana.

Now, the question is: How did you reach here in the first place?

Let’s start by replaying the morning events.

The yearly Inter-school English debate was two months away from now. Meaning, that you’ll soon know who your assigned partner is for this year’s competition would be.

Your English teacher had asked you to meet her, so you made your way towards the staff room. You greeted her as soon as you saw her, eyes soon moving to observe a guy with specs standing next to her.

“Y/N, c’mere! Meet Park Jay, he’ll be your partner for this year’s debate competition,” your teacher explained.

You smiled, extending your hand which he shyly took into his bigger ones, “nice to meet you, Jay.”

Your radiant smile caused Jay to crack a small smile of his own, “it’s really nice to meet you too,” he said.

Further, the teacher explained how your school won’t be the host for the debate this year, instead, the Busan branch will be the one to do so.

Conclusively, she informed you that all your expenses will be paid by the school, except for the extra souvenirs you would purchase there for yourself.

You listened to it all, giving small nods at the end of her sentences, your eyes also shifting to look at the guy standing next to you, his gaze focused on what your teacher was telling.

A hotel will be arranged and she will accompany you both for your two day trip to the competition.

“The topic will be provided to you both soon, I hope both of you will get along well, please don’t hesitate to ask for any sort of help from me,”Ms. Hwang smiled at you both and ensured that you were okay with this setting.

Park Jay. You knew him, of course you did. He’s always been exceptionally smart in studies, him being the only one in school who matched your own pace.

The only difference between you was his shy nature. Your nature screamed enthusiasm and boldness, hence, making friends came easily to you. You were one of the popular students, not to mention how you were good at academics too, which was also paired with your kind nature.

However, you didn’t know much about Jay, except for the fact that he was good at studies and closed off, with little to no friends at your school.

This piqued your curiosity.

After Ms. Hwang left, you turned to look at the shy boy, asking him if he’d be up to eat lunch with you, to get to know each other better.

His eyes slightly widened at your suggestion and you theorized it must be because he never eats with anyone else, which worried you as you thought you had crossed a line.

His small smile just after, ensured that it was not the case, “I’d love to,” he said, and you noted how sharp yet cute his smile was.

The whole student body was shocked to see Jay interacting with the popular girl herself, their eyes fixated on your table.

It wasn’t your concern though, you were enjoying having a simple conversation with him, asking him about his hobbies. He got excited that you were willing to talk to him, not forcing yourself like the other students did. And he tried his best not to show how excited he was.

He told you about his love for fashion, his smile growing at each word he spoke, you found his deep voice pretty as you paid attention to everything he had to tell and offer.

He stopped his sentence midway, looking at you as you stared at him with shiny eyes.

“I talk a lot, don’t I?” His shyness came back to him all of a sudden.

“No! I think that it’s really beautiful that you’re so passionate about something, I could hear you speak about it for hours,” you reassured him, reaching forward to hold his hand which was kept on the table.

He breathed out softly, gulping at the sight of your joined hands and your reassuring smile, his cheeks heating up and a sudden warmth spreading through his chest.

Just one conversation and he already wanted to trust you, to spend more time with you, to get to know you better.

He looked forward to it all.

You wanted the same, to get to know him better. Jay was cute effortlessly, and you were quick to notice that even slight proximity made him nervous to the point his ears got red.

You found it adorable, promising yourself to keep a check on him to make sure he doesn’t feel lonely at school anymore.

So, when you saw Hana cornering and punching him for not completing her homework, you knew you had to step in.

He watched how you pushed her away from him, standing as a barrier between them both. He noticed how you raised your voice at her, the demeanour completely changed from the sweet one which you had in the morning.

He noticed how you didn’t hesitate to block her punch, your own hand swiming to counter punch her instead with no regrets whatsoever.

He stood there in awe, he knew was thankful to you, however, he was too shocked to even form words.

You turned back to look at him, his lip bleeding and his bloodshot eyes made you worried and angry at the same time.

Before you could say anything to him, you were dragged to the principal's office.

Which brings you back here.

Jay silently cried in front of you, “you don’t deserve this,” you softly said with a sad frown before hugging him

His hands grabbed your waist as he softly weeped into your shoulder, your hand rubbing soothing circles on his back.

You weren’t sure how long Hana had been bullying him into doing his homework, but now, you had this sudden urge of wanting to protect him, your hands tightening around him.

He calmed down after a few minutes, body still holding on to you.

“Thank you,” he softly whispered, taking a step back, his eyes meeting yours for a second before he turned away, rushing to leave.

He did not stop when you called out his name, thrice.

You sighed, stuffing your hands in the jacket pocket before leaving for the next class.

The boy never left your mind no matter how hard you tried to concentrate on the lecture.

The news had spread all around the school as the newest gossip. Some said that Jay was your new boyfriend, while some assumed you to be his bully. Nevertheless, no one bullied him after Hana got suspended for using violence in school.

Soon after, the theme for the debate was announced and Ms. Hwang had called you both to inform you about the same.

You observed his face, seeing him for the first time after that incident and you were glad to see that all his wounds were healed and didn’t leave any scars.

When he felt you looking at him, he turned to look at you, smiling softly to say hello.

After some minutes of general discussion with your teacher, she left you both alone as she had to grade other test papers.

You never brought up the topic of Hana again, only paying attention to the debate. Jay kept on glancing at you from time to time.

“Thank you,” he whispered shyly, passing you a bottle of your favourite drink, which made you tilt your head to look up at him, “I wasn’t sure what you liked so I asked Sora,” he rushed to speak, mentioning how he asked your best friend about it.

“You didn’t have to.” A smile graced your face at his sweet gesture.

He felt more confident talking to you now, and he even attempted to make silly jokes just to see you laugh, which you did, heartily at that.

Your hand grabbed his arm as you tried to support yourself while laughing. He found it beautiful and he wished to hear your laugh more often. Your hand felt soft on his arm, sending tingles to his stomach.

You hugged him softly before leaving, your sweet scent sending Jay into a state of frenzy, his ears turning red while his heartbeat felt faster than usual.

Being teased was like a routine for you now, your friends did everything in their will to constantly remind you how 'soft' you have gone for that nerd kid.

“Your jealousy is showing,” you smirked at Sunghoon, who repeatedly mentioned Jay in each of your conversations.

“Of fucking course! You haven’t kissed me in weeks,” he retorted.

It had been a while since you ended your friends with benefits relationship with him, you just couldn’t do it anymore, it felt wrong to you, seeing how attached he was getting with your setting.

Yet still, you decided to humor him this time.

Laughing at his pouty face, you grabbed his chin as you kissed him, trapping him against the lockers and he eagerly kissed back, not caring if anyone saw you both.

The makeout session was short lived as the bell was quick to indicate the time for your next class, a groan leaving his mouth as he punched the locker, muttering how nothing works in his favour.

You left him there, a boyish smirk spreading on his face when you winked at him.

You were breathless, but then you realized why you had left this in the first place, the guilt seeping deep inside you, knowing that it would lead him on if your suspicions were right.

You’ll say no the next time, that’s what you decided, not paying attention to the lesson the entire class.

You didn’t like him, you just needed a distraction from a certain someone who invaded your mind at the most random times.

You weren’t going to use Sunghoon as a distraction anymore.

You couldn't.

Jay met you at the library after school, for research purposes and collecting further information on your topic to be prepared as much as possible.

“Hey,” you smiled, hugging him, which had now become a usual thing for you two.

You noticed how he was a bit hesitant somehow, his arms not pulling you closer like they always used to.

Not paying much attention to it, you both got inside and searched for your respective books and topics, noting down all the information you needed. No words were exchanged for a long time, your focus solely on the text in front of you.

“How does it feel?” A whisper was heard from beside you.

“Excuse me?” You asked, looking up at Jay, confused at his unusual antics and sudden silence. “H–how does it feel to kiss someone?” He completed his sentence, not looking up at you while he kept fiddling with the hem of his uniform sleeve.

“Wait, you saw?” You asked him, eyes widening as you thought that he might have gotten the wrong impression.

You realized that he might have seen you kiss hoon earlier today, hence his question.

“Have you ever kissed anyone before, Jay?” You enquired slowly, not missing the way his eyes turned big for a second.

“N—no,” he whispered.

“Have you ever wanted to try it?” You softly asked.

Jay was probably the purest person you had ever met, the thought of corrupting him kept on swimming in your mind, the fact that he might want to try something with you made you smile.

“Will it be fine?” he hesitated again, “isn’t he your boyfriend?” He asked, referring to Sunghoon.

“What?” you almost shouted, apologizing once you got looks from the nearby students.

Maybe the library isn’t the best place for such conversations.

“He’s not my boyfriend, Jay. We’ve had something but it was not a relationship,” you revealed.

He listened to you with all his attention, a small smile on his face when you told him that you were single, which you didn’t fail to notice.

And he nodded, saying that he wants to try. His ears were red, which you found adorable.

“Of course, we’ll stop the moment you feel uncomfortable, yeah?” You assured him.

“But, here?” he kept on asking like a kid, his heartbeat beyond control as he tried not to seem too flustered.

You laughed, “we’re meeting at my place tomorrow, right? We can try it out then, if you’d be comfortable with that,” you suggested and he agreed shyly, nodding and looking down at his fingers.

You only looked at the pretty boy next to you, wondering how far he would want to go with you.

Jay was overwhelmed by the fact that you agreed to kiss him, he had been staring at your lips ever since he saw you kiss sunghoon in the morning, deeply wishing that it was him instead.

It was pretty strange of him to think this way, but he couldn’t stop, especially when he saw how you took control of the kiss, tilting Sunghoon’s head to the side and kissed him deeply.

You saw him looking dazed as you were about to leave, his actions being so cute, which left you wanting to fluster him more.

A cute yelp left his mouth as you softly pecked his cheek, tiptoeing to do so, before bidding him goodbye.

He blushed a lot in general, but you being around him took it to another level, you found it adorable to say the least, excited to see how he would behave tomorrow.

The next day, Jay woke up early. He wanted to look perfect, to smell perfect, to be perfect for you. Not that he needed to do anything, yet he did some extra research for the debate and printed them out for you, to make up for the time you’d invest to kiss him today.

He paid more attention to his clothes, for this would be the first time you would see him without his usual uniform. He even devoted his time to do his hair, finally reaching your place at the exact time you had given him.

Releasing his breath and cussing once, he rang the doorbell.

You were quick to rush down to open the door, not wanting him to wait for long, chuckling when you saw how he rang the bell at the exact time you had given him.

His breathing hitched as he laid his eyes on you.

It was the first time he saw you looking this comfortable as you wore a soft and loose top along with sweatpants.

“Jay! Come in,” your enthusiastic voice dragged him out of his daydream as he nodded.

He followed you like a lost puppy, “are you home alone?” He couldn’t help but ask.

“Oh, yeah! My parents come home late,” you explained with a wink, “don’t worry, baby,” you said and he almost passed out with the nickname you had used.

You smirked at his state, making him sit on your bed.

“You look good,” you complimented seeing his attire and he muttered a small thank you, a shy smile spreading on his face.

He likes to be praised, you noticed.

Without much delay, you started scripting your research papers. Jay noted how you were always serious when it came to studies and the competition, he paid attention to the way you bit your lower lip while concentrating.

Some part of him wanted you to do the same to his lips, he waited patiently for you to remember your promise to kiss him but you never once brought it up, his mood turning sad.

Taking the matter into his own hands, he spoke up.

“Can we—” he took a deep breath as you stared at him with big doe eyes, urging him to continue.

“I—it’s nothing actually.” He backed away.

You laughed, “I didn’t peg you to be the impatient type,” you smirked, well knowing what he wanted.

Closing your laptop, you urged him to come near you, patting the space next to you.

“We’ll start off with a simple peck, yeah? Pinch me if you feel uncomfortable and I'll stop,” you told him and he shivered as you got closer to his face, gulping his anxiety down.

“May I?” You finally asked, searching his eyes.

“Y—yes,” he whispered, nodding.

Softly placing your hand on his cheek, your lips touched his lips in a short peck. They merely touched, yet it was enough for Jay to get butterflies, heart beating out of his chest at the sensation.

You leaned back to observe his reaction, he still had his eyes closed, a soft rosy glow spread on his cheeks.

Getting closer again, you grabbed his chin, tilting his head as you dived in to kiss him, longer this time, your lips moving in sync once he got the hang of it, low whine leaving his mouth, making you smile.

You wanted to play with him even more.

So, you gently bit on his lower lip, causing him to gasp, giving you enough opportunity to taste him.

It felt so right yet, forbidden somehow.

You had invaded all his senses, you pushed him down on the bed, his eyes looking at your every move as you made him lean against the head frame, you sat down on his lap and he cussed.

“Does it feel good?” You asked with a small, teasing smile.

“Fuck, y—yes it feels so good,” he whispered out.

“Yeah? So good that my good boy is using bad words now?” You teased.

“Please,” he whined, “sorry, I’ve never done this before and it just, it felt so good I couldn’t help it,” he rambled and you shut him up with a peck.

“Lord, you’re so adorable. It makes me want to ruin you,” you breathed out, brushing his hair away from his forehead, gripping his chin and running your thumb on his swollen lower lip.

His heartbeat sped up at your words again, head dizzy as he said, “please,” and you pulled him into a deep kiss for the second time.

Your fingers softly tugged on his hair, finally causing him to moan out loud, his pretty voice resounding all over the room.

You both pulled back from the kiss after a few minutes, breathing hard and deep to come back to your senses.

“How was it?” you asked him in a gentle voice, sitting down next to him, slightly worried if you had gone too far for his first time.

His stare on your face and silence only made it worse.

“Can we do that again?” He asked after a few seconds, trying not to sound too shameless, but he couldn’t help it, not when you had offered to kiss him so nicely.

He slowly pulled the hem of your top, and you understood, coming back to kiss him, your hand on his jaw, as he shifted his position for you to take full control.

He laid underneath you as his heart pounded harder than ever, he could only focus on how soft your lips felt against his mildly chapped ones, his eyes closed as he took in everything you were willing to offer.

The said practice of your debate ended with you making out with Jay, he didn’t wish to stop, not even after his lips were swollen, his eyes shining as he looked at you as if you were a goddess.

He had to excuse himself when his cock felt painfully hard, he was beyond embarrassed and you looked at him with hooded eyes, holding yourself back before it gets too much for him.

“Here’s the washroom,” you guided him, “let me know if you need help,” you said with a smirk.

“I—thank you,” he rushed to go inside.

You knew what he was going to do, and you wished it was you who’d be the one to please him instead, his voice wasn’t silent when he took your name, as he reached his orgasm inside the washroom.

You chuckled, wondering how he’d look while doing so into your hand. He left soon after, face red and hot.

It left him wanting more.

The debate was a week away from now, and you both were well prepared for it yet, you kept on studying from your notes. That wasn’t your concern right now though, a certain nerd had occupied your mind from the past few days.

You found it adorable how he would request you to kiss him in the empty classroom, his room, or any place where you both were alone, he wanted you guys to be alone together.

You were corrupting him, and truth being told, you wanted to corrupt him even more.

Jay had always been attractive, his knowledge was a plus point to it all. You absolutely loved his shy demeanor, no matter how comfortable you both got with each other, he could not help but blush around you.

Meanwhile, Jay was confused. He had never had girl problems before, so why did it feel so different when it came to you? Even more so when you were so good to him.

He loved how you took care of him in the most minimum way possible, you made him feel like he mattered, giving him motivational speeches (and your kisses were a cherry on top).

He knew it really well that the other students wanted to date you, or they wanted to be closer to you. Why wouldn’t they? You were perfect in their eyes, but this did not stop Jay from wanting more. He wanted you to claim him yours. You were beyond perfect in his eyes.

But he wondered if you’d ever be willing to like him back, to be with someone like him. Kissing was one thing, maybe you did it just to make him happy, but more?

He could only wish.

“All participants from the same school will be given one room to share, will it be okay for you both?” Ms. Hwang informed you both, also asking for your comfort.

Jay stiffened, he was sure to lose control if left alone with you at night.

“It’s alright for me ma’am,” you smiled.

“Yeah, for me too,” Jay shakily let out.

He wanted this, he finally decided, he’d even go as far as confessing his feelings for you.

“Alright then, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, right?” Ms. Hwang confirmed as you both nodded, you had to leave early tomorrow for the competition.

As you walked back home with Jay, saying that you’d drop him off, you spoke, “are you sure that you’ll be comfortable?” you asked as your fingers were interlocked with his, giving him butterflies.

“You’ll take care of me right?” He asked in a low whisper, suddenly stopping and looking at you.

He definitely meant more than the normal care but you were willing to give him anything.

“I will,” you promised with a smile, “I’ll take care of my pretty boy,” you said before pecking his lips and leaving him blushing on the sidewalk.

The next morning, he didn’t have to wake up, for, he didn’t get to sleep. That’s how excited he had been, the fact that you were going to be in the same room as him at night made him blush.

His excitement only grew when he saw you at the station wearing a skirt, it was short lived as Sunghoon came into view, holding your hand, holding your luggage with his other hand.

Jay frowned at the sight.

Sunghoon looked like your boyfriend with this setting, he did not like it a bit.

You spotted Jay in a second, smiling and hugging him without thinking much, it was not returned though.

You bit down your smile, making him jealous seemed like a great idea to you, knowing well how adorable and needy he is.

Naturally, Hoon got a cheek kiss as a goodbye while Jay had a frown plastered on his face, almost like a pout.

Your teacher came to the station soon, informing you that her seat is not near you both and telling you her seat number so you can approach her for anything you’d need.

You nodded and thanked her before getting into the train, which arrived right on time.

You sat down next to him on the express train, which gave you two hours to spend with him.

“What’s wrong?” You innocently asked him, your hand resting on his thick thigh.

“N—nothing.” His breath hitched as your hand neared his upper thighs.

You softly massaged that region, “you’ll be a good boy and tell me, won’t you?”

He shivered with the tone you had used, your hands making him feel weak in the knees.

He rushed to keep his backpack on his lap to hide his private area in case something went wrong.

He whined your name as quietly as possible, “tell me what's wrong, baby?” you asked again.

He grabbed your hand, staring at you with doe eyes as he placed it high up on his thigh, near to his hardening cock.

“Not so fast,” you said as you moved your hand away, “you’re not getting anything until you tell me what’s bothering you,” you urged him.

“I was jealous,” he whispered, red adorning his face.

“Yeah? Go on,” you hummed, softly brushing your fingers in his hardened and clothed member.

The thrill of you touching him in public only made his cock hard.

“You kissed Sunghoon,” he whined, placing his head on your shoulder, trying to calm himself from the pleasure he was receiving.

“Yes I did, and what about it?” You sped up, placing your hand on his cock, thankful that he had covered himself using the bag, so that others won’t be able to see you both.

It caused him to squirm in his seat.

“I—I wanted it too,” he struggled to form words.

“Being needy, are we now?” you chuckled as he softly moaned into your neck.

“What more do you want, pretty boy?” You asked, pleasuring him.

“Your kisses, y—your touch and—ah! You,” he barely spoke.

“That’s my good boy.”

You continued your actions for a few minutes, allowing him to release his mess without you having to touch him directly.

You looked at him in awe, you wanted him to be yours. Your baby boy.

“You did so well, baby,” you cooed at his teary face, kissing him swiftly.

“Go and clean up in the washroom, yeah?” You said and he nodded, somehow making his way towards the room.

He was clingy the entire ride, and it made you smile as you gave him all your attention.

“Did you like it?” you questioned.

He bit his lip, “yes, I did,” his answer was short as he was shying away again.

“How cute,” you said, “get me a list of things you like, yeah?” you requested him just before getting off at your destination.

The whole ride to the hotel was silent as your teacher was with you both, Jay still couldn’t think straight, his mind going back to when you touched him and how devastatingly good it felt.

“Here’s your room key, you are both free till tomorrow, so you can roam around a bit but be careful! Don’t forget to meet me at the same place at 11 am sharp with your proper attire on tomorrow,” Ms. Hwang commanded and you both nodded, leaving her to settle in her room.

After washing up and changing into comfortable clothes, you both sat down side by side at 9 pm. You noticed him writing something, but didn’t ask what it was, only looking at his face which had a cute pout, an expression he held whenever he was focused.

You settled down and scrolled through your messages on the phone to pass your time, even though deep inside, you wanted to spend time with Jay.

He soon came up to you, calling your name softly as you looked up at him.

He gently placed a note in your palm.

“I made the list,” he said, referring to the time you asked him to make a list of the things he liked back on the train.

You raised your brows, “come here,” you patted the place next to you before you grabbed his chin, making his heartbeat rise again.

“Let’s see now.” Holding the note in your other hand, you started reading, “degradation and praise kink? Oh, so you want to be called a dumb slut now?” you saw him nod and shiver, enjoying the way you called him a slut.

You wanted to ruin him.

“Choking? Who would have thought that our president ‘good boy’ would be into such filthy stuff,” your hand traveled from his chin to his neck, putting in a bit of pressure just enough for it to feel pleasurable.

Jay whined at the constricted feeling yet his eyes never left your face.

“You wanna be tied up? Cuffed even? And used as I wish?” Your eyes widened after reading his fantasies, the list amusing you beyond words.

You knew that Jay was willing to try stuff but you never expected it to be this wild, you loved it and you bit your lips as you looked his way.

“Please?” He requested you, eyes innocent.

“What do you want me to do, baby boy?” you finally asked as he gulped, coming closer to whisper something in your ear.

“Want you to touch me, please.”

“Like this?” You pulled him closer by the neck, your hand traveling down from his torso to his lower abdomen, and you noticed how he shivered with your touch.

“I—yes,” he let out desperately.

Switching to a better position, you got close to him, almost sitting on his lap as your fingers further trailed up to his mouth.

He was quick to part his lips, taking them in and sucking on your two digits, your head tilting as you noticed how devoted his look was, tongue swirling around your fingers.

“How cute,” you commented, amused with the boy, the same boy who you thought was innocent, however, that wasn’t the case.

All he wanted to do was to please you, and he wanted you to call him yours.

Your other hand rested on his thigh, soon going up and resting on his hard on, causing him to moan around your fingers.

“My needy pup, do you want me to take care of you?” You asked, loving how he reacted to your touch.

As you softly touched him through his sweatpants, he unconsciously jerked his hips forward, suppressing a moan.

“Let me hear it, I need your answer,” you slowed down your actions, causing him to whine.

“Yes! I w—want that so much,” he said out loud, as you took your fingers out of his mouth, wrapping them around his throat.

“Good, now, don’t move, and don’t you dare suppress your pretty noises, am I clear?” you asked for confirmation.

He nodded swiftly as you removed his pants.

His hard member came into view, thick and veiny, begging to be touched. Jay bit back his moans as you teased his tip with your thumb, your fingers wrapping around his length before you bent down to softly swirl your tongue on it, your eyes never leaving his.

“Fuck,” he cursed out loud as you took him in your mouth.

“Good boys don’t use bad language, do they?” You said slapping his dick. Your slender fingers gripped his neck again, this time capturing him in a passionate kiss.

“Y—yes,” he whispered against your lips.

“Open your mouth,” you ordered and he complied, you spat in his mouth, observing how it traveled down his tongue, “swallow it.”

And he did, opening his mouth again to show you the same, causing you to smirk.

“Such a good slut for me.” You kissed him as he whimpered at the degradation coming out of your sweet mouth.

He also whined at the lack of your attention to his cock.

He was needy, and you loved it. You had wanted to take care of him from the very start, seeing the boy in front of you, all naked, you wondered how he’d look full of your lipstick marks, which you’ll leave on his sweet hickeys.

You slowly started stroking his cock again, taking him in your mouth whilst massaging his balls. His breathing got heavier by each second, face red and voice shaky as he took your name sweetly.

Tears stained his rosy cheeks due to the immense pleasure he received, it was unlike ever before, his hands never felt this good, this perfect.

What made it better was the fact that it was you who was touching him, who was making him go crazy.

He liked you so much.

You felt him twitching and you got down to take him in your mouth before saying, “cum in my mouth baby boy,” and he did, moaning your name in the process as you hungrily gulped everything he had to offer.

You got up with a small smile on your face, seeing how he had closed his eyes, lip bitten and his chest heaving up and down.

You softly cupped his face, his eyes opening with your gentle touch.

“How are you feeling?” You asked him with a small smile, thumb caressing his cheek.

“Euphoric,” your laughter bloomed at his answer, a shy smile on his face, “can we do more?” He asked.

Your eyes softened at how vulnerable he looked at the given moment, and you knew if you’d do more, then you’ll probably won’t ever let go of him.

You kissed his forehead, “win that debate with me tomorrow and I’ll give you your victory gift, alright?”

He whined, not wanting to wait till tomorrow, but agreed nevertheless.

“C’mere, let’s get you cleaned up.” You took him to the bathroom, asking him to stay still as you cleaned him up, ensuring that he felt okay and you laughed whenever he felt ticklish at your touch.

“Can we cuddle at least?” He asked before sleeping, he loved being close to you. He had given you most of his firsts without any hesitation, and he was willing to give you even more. You grinned and took him in your arms, you both drifting off to dreamland soon.

Jay’s heartbeat clearly out of control as he only got closer to you, taking in your scent and watching you sleep, softly saying.

“I wanna be yours.”

The next morning was in a frenzy as you both tried to cramp up last minute information before your awaited debate.

Jay kept shying around after last night, and you had to pull him back and ask him to look into your eyes, making him laugh.

You couldn't help but notice how hot Jay looked in a black blazer, wondering if it was the same guy who begged you to touch him last night.

More importantly, you were also aware of that one girl who kept staring at Jay as you waited for your turn at the big auditorium where the competition was being held.

She was just behind you in the line, meaning, she might be your rival team for the final round, where you had reached with ease, courtesy of Jay.

Not being able to handle her constant stares and shy whispering about Jay, you rolled your eyes as you turned to him, calling out his name.

He turned to look at you, his face looked so innocent it made you want to smile, that’s the exact second you decided to peck him, tips of his ears turning red instantly

“W—what was that for?” He asked wide eyed, checking if someone saw you both.

“Just a good luck kiss for my baby,” you spoke loud enough for the girl to hear. A satisfactory smirk rested on your face as you saw her frown from the corner of your eyes.

Your turn came by soon, you listed out all the cons about the given subtopic with Jay smoothly.

However, you got stuck at the doubt round where the judges had to ask you questions, it was smooth until that one last question came up, which you had no idea how to answer.

You looked at Jay with worried eyes, but he kept his composure, remembering that particular piece of information from that one morning he made extra notes before going to your place, which he answered with full confidence, earning applause from the seated judges, and also you, a proud smile adorned your face.

You were sent back to the waiting area where you gushed about how cool Jay looked while answering with such confidence.

“It’s nothing,” he said, trying to act as if his ears weren’t turning red at your compliment.

“You’ll always be my shy baby,” you gently laughed.

He adorably rested his head on your shoulder as you praised him for being so intelligent while waiting for the result declaration.

“Now, for the most awaited first position, congratulations to ms. L/N and Mr. Park, from the Decelis Academy, Seoul!” The announcer declared.

You hugged him with joy, taking his hands in yours as you went on stage to accept the trophy, your teacher cheering and clicking pictures of you both from the audience seat.

Jay was overjoyed, somewhat because of winning the competition, but mostly for the reward that awaited him tonight. You both hugged again and got your trophy, Ms. Hwang treated you to dinner afterwards, being proud of you both and informing your principal at once.

Now that you were alone in your hotel room, without any distractions, you could easily see through Jay and how he was trying his best not to mention the reward you had promised you’d give him.

You smirked.

“My baby is so smart, shouldn’t he be rewarded now?” You asked, getting closer to him as he gulped down his nervousness.

“Please,” he breathed out.

“Please what, baby? Use your big words to tell me how you wish to be rewarded?” you encouraged him.

“Please, I want you,” he whimpered.

Your hands wandered around his torso, unbuttoning him one by one just to test his patience. He started helping you unbutton him, but you stopped him grabbing his cheeks.

“Did I give you permission to do anything?” You asked sharply while he shook his head, saying no.

“Be a good boy for me, yeah?” He nodded as your lips captured him into a deep kiss, your fingers gripped his hair while he held on to your waist, low hums and grunts were heard as you started grinding on him.

“Fuck me, please!” He cried out loud,

“Undress me,” you ordered.

He shakily took off your white blouse, leaving you in your lace bra, his eyes fixated on your body, and how pretty you looked in lace.

“Can I touch you?” He asked for your permission, you nodded.

He removed the remaining of your clothes and softly trailed his fingers down your body, as if trying to memorize you. Holding his hand, you guided him towards your wet pussy.

“Prep me, baby,” you instructed him as he hesitantly touched your core, spreading your juices in a circular motion.

He observed how you bit down on your lips and closed your eyes. Getting further validation from you, he pushed in a finger, slowly pumping it, he soon added another digit, his fingers curling inside of you sending you into bliss.

You felt your high nearing, “fuck, Jay I want to cum on your cock,” you said switching your positions so that you were straddling him, he cried out loud as your wet cunt came in contact with his throbbing dick.

“Moan louder, babyboy, tell everyone who the winner is tonight,” you said against his lips.

That let him loose, lewd sounds filled up the room.

“Louder,” you encouraged him, finally letting him enter inside you.

Your walls clenched around his thick member, adjusting to his size. You looked at him for permission.

“Please, you can move,” he allowed you.

Without wasting much of a second, you started riding him, your tits bouncing up and down in the process.

Jay couldn’t think straight anymore, his mind was corrupted by you, small dumb mumbles leaving his mouth and he loved how you were being equally soft and rough with him, considering it was his first time.

“Moan louder before I stop,” you threatened him, finally causing him extra stimulation when you clenched around him.

The pleasure was enough for his tears to run free, his cheeks blotchy with red speckles all over, and he moaned, just like you had wanted him to.

“Good boy,” you kept muttering, loving his sweet and needy voice.

“Let me cum, please?” He asked for your permission.

That is when you got off him.

“Not so fast, baby,” you replied with a peck on his lips.

Harsh whimpers left his mouth as you slowly stroked his leaking dick for the next few minutes.

“Please,” he begged after he couldn’t take it anymore, his dick twitching with how close he was.

“Impatient slut,” you slid into him again, your walls contracting around him, it was too much for him to take in.

You fastened your pace, “I’m about to—” he cried.

“Hold it in,” you warned, loved how he closed his eyes shut.

It was so fun teasing him.

You decided to be a bit gentle with him now that he was close, just like you.

“Cum inside me, love,” you encouraged

With a few more bounces, and his thrusts from below, he muttered a string of curses, emptying inside of you as you reached your high just a moment later.

You cupped his cheeks, not getting up but looking deep into his eyes.

“You did so well, I’ll arrange a nice hot bath for you to relax, yeah?” you softly caressed his cheeks.

He weakly nodded, still high from the activities done minutes back. Soon, you helped him into the tub, sitting on his lap as you softly washed his hair for him while he stared at you with stars in his eyes.

“What’s it?” you quietly asked, a small smile on your face.

“Thank you,” he pecked you, this time with adoration, catching you off guard as your heartbeat rose.

“I did nothing,” you smiled at him as he returned it.

You traced his red bruises, applying lotion to them and giving him a massage as well. Jay was thankful to say the least, eyes on your face.

“You’re staring,” you noted.

“You’re pretty,” he said, lowering his eyes as he did so.

“God, you’re so cute.” You kissed him softly, a shy smile gracing his face as you wrapped him in a towel.

“Come on, let’s sleep,” you patted the space near you.

“Can we cuddle?” he excitedly asked and you brightly nodded, taking him into your arms.

The room was silent, however, it felt comfortable, especially when you could feel Jay’s warmth in your arms.

“Y/N?” He called out your name.

You hummed, “yeah?”

“What are we?” he asked as he sat up to look at you.

“What do you mean?” you asked, also sitting up.

“I—what’s our relationship?” he gulped as he asked that, not sounding too confident, wondering if he’d be rejected.

“What do you want us to be?” you questioned, raising your brows.

Being with Jay was like a rollercoaster, you had grown a liking to him, more than you would like to admit.

His demure ways made you adore him, but he never hesitated to put a brave front for you and those cute efforts of his made you fall for him even more.

“I want us to be more than just friends,” he admitted.

You had bewitched Jay since the day you first talked to him, and the feeling only grew. He looked forward to spending time with you and soon it turned into yearning. He wanted to hold you in his arms and call you his, not wanting to share you with anyone else (ahem, Sunghoon), the phase might have been of only two months, but that was enough for him to fall for you.

“What’s more than friends?” you teased.

He pouted without even trying to, wondering if you were trying to ignore the topic because you didn’t want him, but seeing his expression, you frowned.

“Be my boyfriend,” you suddenly blurted out, not regretting it after.

Jay’s eyes widened comically, “w—what?”

You took a deep breath and laughed lightly, “Jay, baby, you’re so precious to me. Fuck! I like you so much, please be mine?” you expectantly stared at him.

His lips turned upwards and into the biggest smile you had ever seen on his face as he leaned forward and kissed you wordlessly, conveying his answer through it.

The kiss was deep and meaningful, “yes! yes, yes!” he squealed as you kissed him again.

“Hey, boyfriend,” you smiled.

“Hey, girlfriend,” he spoke with confidence, melting your heart as you pulled him down and into a hug which soon turned into a cuddling session.

Both of you fell asleep with smiles on your faces, your arms holding him tight.

Even after the competition, he couldn’t help but miss you every second of his day, texting you constantly, calling you at night just to stare at you during the two day holidays you had gotten.

The next time you met was after the competition was three days later at the school.

Jay saw Sunghoon approaching you, but he was faster as he stood in front of you, causing your eyes to widen at his sudden entry.

“Hi, baby,” he cooly said before placing a kiss on your lips.

You laughed at his childish behaviour as you see Sunghoon fuming from a distance.

“Getting protective, are we now?” you raised your eyebrow.

“You’re mine,” he tried to sound authoritative, but his voice came out in a whine.

“I’m yours,” you laughed, kissing him softly.

Safe to say, Sunghoon left after the little show Jay had put up and soon, the whole school knew about you two dating, half of them crying about how wrong the pairing is, you couldn’t care less though.

Jay was everything you needed and more, and you were going to cherish him for the rest of your life.

THANK YOU FOR READING!

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[meet-you-at-the-cemetery-gates]

IF YOU TREAT MEN LIKE SHIT I AM GOING TO FUCKING SHOOT YOU.

"Except cis men hehehe" no, go fuck yourself. How can you be so damn blind to the hatred you're spewing. Men make up half the population. Hating half the population is just unimaginably awful.

Both cis and trans men are people just like the rest of us and should be treated as such. To spew such venom and justify it as "progressive" is plain hypocrisy. Progressive spaces need to include men as well, or else we're not going to make any change.

The reason I feel so damn strongly about this despite being a cis woman, who in all intents and purposes is the opposite of masculinity and maleness is that my father was emotionally neglected by my grandmother just because he was born a man. The damage that did to him is unforgivable. This gender essentialist view hurts people and will hurt generations if we don't stop this bullshit.

Oh, and to all the TERFs saying I side with the patriarchy. Fuck off, hosers.

Bell Hooks has written "The wounded child inside many males is a boy who, when he first spoke his truths, was silenced by a paternal sadism, by a patriarchal world that did not want him to claim his true feelings. The wounded child inside females is a girl who was taught in early childhood that she must become something other than herself, deny her true feelings, in order to attract and please others... To be loving we must willingly hear each other's truth, and most importantly, we affirm the value of truth telling."[1]

Y'all need to listen to her.

Oh, and stop bringing up my age. I'm 17 and I still have a higher emotional intelligence and superior reading comprehension that all you adult TERFs. I made this post to support trans men, and I chose to include cis men as well since they're humans too.

And no, I'm not saying we need to center men in our feminism. I'm just saying we need to treat men and male aligned people like fucking people.

ANOTHER EDIT: No more reblogs until you guys can learn empathy and not drink from the misandrist, transphobic, white supremacist radfem Kool-aid. They want to divide us so we can't overthrow them, don't let the system win.

#intersectional feminism #feminism #social issues #lgbtq community #trans ally #trans men #transandrophobia

[prettyboyjohnny]

JOHNNY VOICE LINE TRANSCRIPT 🥩

I wrote these out a long time ago but never posted them anywhere! Based on [x].

>Nancy's voicelines<

Notes:

• I could've copied the game subtitles, but I didn't 'cause they suck.

• I haven't played enough Johnny to know where some of these lines start and end. Please let me know if I've made any mistakes in that regard!

• I was gonna include tone indicators, but tone is subjective. No one wants me to mark the Feed Grandpa voice lines as "Flirty."

Thanks!

VOICELINES

Encounter Start

Now look at this! Somebody's ready to fight!

This is gonna end... Very badly for you.

Yeah-ha-ha! Oh, that's it! Hit me...

Imma gut every single one of y'all! [Inhales, laughs under breath] Come on... Come on!

Exit interaction

Nobody leaves until I say so!

Ain't nobody leavin' just yet!

Got it.

Nobody's leavin' alive! Y'all not fast enough! ... Good try, though.

Feed Grandpa

Get your fill, old man.

It always tastes best when it's fresh, don't it?

Here you go, old man.

You're lookin' better already... Now help us!

Oh, you're thirsty today.

Victim found

HA HA! It's playtime!

Heh heh, it's playtime...

Hahahaha, I always find 'em!

You should know better than that! ... Come on out, now.

Hey there! [Laughs]

Well! Look who we got here! [Laughs]

Hit victim

Oh! Now I got ya!

Yeah! Take it! Take it!

It's better if you die right quick! Trust me!

This would be simpler if you would sit still!

Yeah! You gonna be leakin' after that hit.

Idle

Nobody escapes me.

How the hell did those kids find us? [Sighs] I should've been more careful.

If Grandpa was able, this would be over by now... I better go feed him.

Damn it, Johnny... Get your head straight! Come on, now!

I gotta fix this... Now!

Cook seen

I'd watch that tongue of yours, old man... It might go missin' one day.

I thought you knew how to run this household... THIS is a mess!

Damn it, old man! Put those ears of yours to use already!

Where are they?! How the hell did they get loose?! I can't fix this by myself, old man.

Stop barkin' orders at me! You ain't gonna like the results.

Hitchhiker seen

Surround the property with some of those traps already! This is getting outta hand fast!

You're one shifty little sumbitch... I'll give you that. [Laughs]

How you make those weird ass traps of yours, anyway?

Would you. Settle. The Hell. Down already. You're scattering all over the dang place. We gotta focus!

Grandpa is gonna tan our hides if we let them get away. Spread out!

Leatherface seen

That's it, boy... Go kill someone now.

Go on, put that saw to use, big boy! What're you waitin' on?

If I were you, I'd go and check out Grandpa. We're gonna need his help!

Let's go now, boy! Grandpa ain't gonna be too pleased if you let them escape.

Just get outta my way, boy... I'll show you how real killin's done.

Sissy seen

Are you gonna help me out, or just stand there lookin' pretty?

If it ain't askin' too much, before you go and run off again, would you mind helpin' me out?

Before you go runnin' off with those back-house hippies again... Can you PLEASE find these damn kids?!

Sissy, what the hell're you waitin' on? Get to it!

Sissy... Are you even listenin' to me? What's goin' on in that head of yours?! Damn!

Lose enemy first

Aww, you leavin' so soon?

It's alright, big boy's gonna be wearing your face soon enough... After I'm done with you, that is. [Laughs]

You know... I was actually kinda fond of that girl, I-I didn't really wanna hurt 'er... But, as they say... Family first, y'know?

You ever watch someone die? Oh... You ain't never quite the same after that, lemme tell ya.

Ohohoh, you can run all you want... It ain't gonna matter much longer.

Lose enemy sub

[Scoffs] You're all gurgle and no guts! I thought you were tougher than that!

I'm gonna find you... I will! I promise!

You wanna know how your friend died? I can show you!

L-Listen now! E-Everybody's time comes eventually!

The bad man's in me... And you gonna meet 'im real soon!

Lose enemy long

Your little friend put up a better fight than this... Come on... Make it interesting, will ya?!

They always try to hide... It's always the same game... [Laughs]

You folks don't know who you messin' with! Nobody ever gets away from me.

You're just delayin' the inevitable! YOU HEAR ME?

Come on out now, let's play.

I got plenty of space in the cold room for you.

Match start

It's time. [Chuckles] Seems they've got some fight in 'em after all.

I knew I should've handled this myself... I'll fix it.

That's what I get for taking it easy on them. Time for them to join that little friend of theirs.

See blood trail

Oh, this is gonna be easy.

Hey, you okay? You seem to have lost a bit of blood!

Now... let's see where you scurried off to.

You know... Bleedin' like that ain't gonna help your cause!

Don't bleed out on me yet! I need you awake!

See enemy first

Don't worry. I like it when they run.

Look, you're gonna want this to end fast. Trust me on that.

Well, don't run! I just wanna see how it feels.

There you are! [Chuckles] You kinda remind me of your little friend.

See enemy sub

This is pointless, you know. Quit stallin'.

Don't worry... I'll find ya.

[Growls] I'm gonna see your insides before this night's through!

Oh, you ain't gettin' away! I'm keepin' you.

Come on back, now.

Got something I wanna show you! [Laugh]

See family member

Well! Look who decided to lend a hand!

Check the doors and generator. We can't let them leave. You hear me?

Y'all need to start pullin' your weight around here. This is gettin' old!

Grandpa's gonna be in a fit if we let them escape. Start searchin'!

Would y'all... Help me already. PLEASE!

See trapped victim

We gotcha! [Laughs]

You ready to meet the bad man?

You got one!

Looks like you might be hurtin'. Might wanna be watchin' where you're steppin'.

[Laughs]

See victim escape

Maybe I can still catch 'em. Yeah, down by the tracks.

Damn... They're free... For now.

This isn't gonna be good.

Damn it, Johnny! [Scoffs] ... The old man's gonna be riled up now.

Use ability blocked

Ain't no tracks here...

Nah... got nothin'.

Better wait a minute.

Not quite yet ... [Inhales] Almost ready.

Use ability

Time to play. Now... Where did you go?

I'll find ya. Don't you worry about that.

Go ahead and hide... It ain't gonna matter.

Where'd y'all run off to?

Use ability success

[Hums] ... There you are.

They always leave a trail. Always so careless. [Chuckles, inhales] ... This is too easy.

I'm on your tail now!

Execution

You're gonna look real nice... Next to that friend of yours!

That's it... Die for me!

This... Is only gonna hurt... For a minute!

You should've never came here lookin' for that girl!

You ain't gettin' away! I'm keepin' you!

[Last edited March 2024]

#It's about making things accessible okay? Everyone benefits from having things available to them in more than one format/medium. #johnny slaughter #tcm game #txchainsawgame #texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #johnny sawyer #transcript #subjectspeaks #greedy #queue #I also wrote out Sissy and Nancys but thats for another time

[anonymous-rendezvous]

Relationship & NSFW Dynamics —

✨ Noctyx Edition ✨

First (1st), we want to re-emphasize that we are writing for the characters. Second (2nd), this is merely our opinion and how we write them.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

🔗 Sonny 🔗

Pet Names: Babe [More often than not, just calls you by name]

╰┈➤ Relationship Dynamic:

The Noctyx's boy with the least amount of past trauma. He's just "VSF!! 💥 💥 💥"

This mans way too busy kicking down doors to be worrying about relationships. Like, Sonny, finding his way into a relationship is completely accidental. In the beginning, he just thinks you are really interesting, and the more time you spend together he starts to find you really attractive and then uh-oh someone’s caught feelings.

He was in so much denial at the beginning of your relationship. Once he's over that, however, be prepared to be sucker punched by random bouts of sweetness. And the fucking duality of this man. You will have whiplash from how sudden he can go from being rough and serious to sweet and silly.

Also, be prepared to be worried 90% of the time because of his job as a police officer with his damn obsession of rushing in and busting doors down.

[[NSFW under the cut!!]]

╰┈➤ NSFW Dynamic: Switch (Dom leaning)

So it's pretty obvious why Dom-leaning but… Switch. Listen, he gives as much as he takes. Like, he's incredibly kind and caring, but also he's a masochist. And a bit of a sadist??? Again: switch. Could see rough play being one of his interests. He likes the idea of you – consensually – taking control of him.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

🔮 Uki 🔮

Pet Names: Starlight, Stardust, Babe/Baby, and the occasional Honey

╰┈➤ Relationship Dynamic:

Okay, now not to be a broken record but, once again: we're talking about the characters.

The man's lore is sad™. He's been through some pretty traumatizing stuff, and as a result, we feel like he's not really all that horny most of the time. Also, it's kinda hard to think about romance when you grew up living in survival mode.

He needs someone who will be understanding and patient with him. He’ll also need space at times, but he’s good at communicating that, so if he doesn’t bring it up — get ready to cuddle the fuck up. Most of all, just love him. Pamper him, comfort him, love him. He deserves the world.

And if you don't treat him right? Be prepared to have the Uki protection squad after your ass.

╰┈➤ NSFW Dynamic: Switch (Sub leaning)

Now once he's comfortable with you? That changes things. He'd likely be more open to trying new things, and boy, would his mouth start to run. Overall, just take care of him. Pamper him some more. He deserves it, okay? 🥺He is still a switch, though. And if he finds you cute? Prepare yourself.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

🎭 Alban 🎭

Pet Names: Sunshine, Babe/Baby, Honey, Sweetheart, & Little Cat

╰┈➤ Relationship Dynamic:

Another sad boi 😞 Similar to Uki: it's kinda hard to think about romance when you grew up living in survival mode.

Sadly, this man has trust issues. He has a hard time opening up because he doesn't want to hurt anyone or get hurt. He already lost one dear friend, he doesn’t want to risk losing more people. 

It'll take some time to work through those feelings, but once he does, y'all are fuckin golden. Alban's very doting and extremely caring. He's like a prince without the royalty aspect. He'll be opening doors for you, carrying your stuff- carrying you.

Also, side note? Please tell him to stop stealing expensive gifts for you. Sonny can only let it slide for so long.

╰┈➤ NSFW Dynamic: Switch | Soft Dom

Pure switch right here, baby 🤌

The most bullyable bottom and the softest of Dom's. Could see him having an interest in primal play. Basically playing games of cat and mouse with you. Who's the hunter would likely depend on what kind of mood he's in honestly. He'd never admit it, but he kinda likes it when you take control from him (in a consensual way of course.). Honestly, too? This guy just goes through random bouts of horniness just by looking at you.

Similarly, to some of the other boys, if you ask him to try something new, he'd be pretty open to it.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

🐑 Fulgur 🐑

Pet Names: Babe, Little One/Little Lamb (Legatus), Dear, & Sweetie (Archivist)

╰┈➤ Relationship Dynamic:

First things first, we need to make it clear that we typically write a combination of Legatus and Archivist [typically a little more Archivist leaning].

However, it doesn't matter if we're following Legatus lore or Archivist lore; this man has too much shit happening around him, and to him, to be worrying about relationships. But hey, that's alright! He's been sent to the past, so fuck all that! Now he can get rid of all that pent-up anger! :D

In the beginning, you'll get more of the Legatus personality. He'll come off as cold and aloof. It'll take a bit, but as long as you don't give up, you will crack through that hardened exterior. Once you're in the relationship, Archivists' personality shines. Incredibly caring and comforting. He's an old soul.

╰┈➤ NSFW Dynamic: Switch (Dom leaning)

Now, the juicy stuff.

This man will. Fuck. You. Up. He can either be extremely soft or really rough and there's no in-between. Dirty talk and degradation galore during rough play, but only the sweetest praise when he's soft. Sensory play is probably a really big thing for him (both giving and reviving).

Side note; when he's on the reviving end, make sure he keeps his hands on that bed frame. The last thing y'all need is him accidentally breaking any of your bones.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

🎧 Yugo 🎧

Pet Names: Angle, Muse, Babe, Sweetheart, (My) Doll [But only adds the "my" when he doesn't like they way someones looking at you]

╰┈➤ Relationship Dynamic:

4 outta 5, another sad boi less gooo 😂

The only member of this group who at least has some type of experience. Kinda hard to date tho when you're leading a resistance. Honestly, though, this boy is the most straightforward of the five.

First off, this smooth mother fucker. He's very confident in his ability to woo. Be prepared to be rizzed to hell and back. Yugo’s very physical in his affection; he’s a pretty big fan of PDA. More often than not, you’ll find his arm wrapped around your shoulders or waist. Yugo prefers to give personalized gifts.

He's a people person. Man was both a DJ and leader of a revolution, after all. You cannot hide your emotions from him. He can and will read you like a damn book.

╰┈➤ NSFW Dynamic: Dom

He knows you're horny before you know you're horny.

Pure 👏 Dom 👏 Energy 👏. Try to argue with the clapping hand. You can't. Good luck trying to Top this man. It'll be a real struggle. The only time you're on top is when he's literally too exhausted to move.

Also, hope you don't mind getting it on in public places. Has one VIP booth in his club constantly reserved for the two of you. And don't worry, he'll make sure you're never caught.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

Btw if you guys are interested in seeing a post just dedicated to scenarios with some of the kinks we think the bois have, then this post needs to hit at least 300 notes. Hope you enjoyed~

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[hornysaur]

Just the most transphobia

Done as slowly and covertly as possible.

The fantasy you got as an ask earlier caused the revelation.

okay idk if you're transmasc or transfem so I'll write one for both genders and u just lmk which one u fuck with

"ugh, baaaabe, come on. I get dysphoria, but do you have to wear the same drab clothes every day? come on, we're going out to the club! dress up a little! look, I have this super cute pink miniskirt- ugh. this again. gods, you refuse to wear anything that doesn't align with society's idea of a manly man! look, babe, I've been trying not to say anything, but you seriously have some toxic masculinity issues. first you ask me to stop describing myself as a lesbian, even though I am one, then you refuse to paint our nails together like we used to, and now this? what do you have against gnc men? come on babe, don't let testosterone turn you into some toxic dudebro."

"dude, you can't seriously think you're going out looking like that. ugh, whatever, you knew I was using it gender neutrally. that's not what this is about. I'm worried about you. look, you know I love you very much, but you... well, you don't exactly pass. and that's totally okay! it's like I always tell you babe, passing is cisheteronomocentric bullshit! it's just... I don't want somebody to clock you and hurt you baby... it's scary out there for transfems right now, can you please just put on some old boy clothes on so nobody messes with you? if you got hurt, I don't know what I'd do with myself..."

wow I wrote more than I thought I would

hope y'all enjoy <3

#fakeboy #ftmtf kink #forced detrans #mtftm kink #fakegirl

[kyoriis]

BUT I LOVE YOUUUU ! ☆

featuring !! — iluna x gn reader.

synopsis !! — when you don't say ily back *gasps*.

format !! — headcanons.

warnings !! — a lil cursing. the use of word " bro ".

kyori's note !! — fist post ayyyy. pog. stan iluna besties <3

REN ZOTTO ! ☆

he just finished streaming, and he was tired asf.

"i love you baby" (◕ᴥ◕)

"mhmm" (￣(ｴ)￣)

he gasps. i just know he's a dramatic mf in private <3.

"baby?"

"..."

"aight no kisses for you" he smirks.

now that's scary but you maintained ur composure cause ur pog.

"babyyyyyyy i love you" insert more whining.

if that doesn't work well, our alien prince will use plan b. tickling.

won't stop until you say ily back LMAO.

laughs proudly when you say it cause he's a cheeky mf. ( pls i love his voice sm bro- )

SCARLE YONAGUNI ! ☆

mommy-

so y'all were cuddling.

"i looooove you" she kisses ur forehead, expecting a response but you just nod.

she literally goes (´⊙ω⊙`)！

"love, is something wrong?" she asks a lil confused.

"y/n?" oh shoot not the name-

idk why but i feel like she'll lowkey try to remember if something upset you because she's such a sweetheart.

she won't talk unless you say something so u finally tell her it was a prank.

will yeet you lovingly off her lap ( ◜‿◝ )♡

scarle yonaguni supremacy indeed.

KYO KANEKO ! ☆

baby boy just yeets himself onto you to tell you how much he loves you.

"god i love you so much mwah" ( ˘ ³˘)♥

"wanna play smash bros?"

are you fr? y/n are you seriously ignoring ur adorable lover? honey no.

"umm uhh sure?" he replies, his voice slightly breaking.

HOW DARE YOU HURT HIM YOU-

literally for the entire three matches you both played he looked more and more sad :(

the guilt that filled you when you looked at his lil pout was enough for you to explain that it was a prank and apologize.

"so umm so like can you say it now?" he chuckles, hugging you.

"i love you too kyo."

don't do that again, or else ಥ_ಥ

MARIA MARIONETTE ! ☆

my precious lil being.

how could you do this to her y/n?

"i love you" she says shyly, hiding her face in her hands.

"mhmm"

she's confused. (・o・)

was this supposed to happen?

that's not what she learnt from google tho-

like my girl literally goes out of the room to ✨research✨ ur reaction.

a true #girlboss indeed.

like your had to chase her down and explain it to her lmfaooo.

"oh" pls i love her sm aaaaa.

please tell her ily again bro.

ASTER ARCADIA ! ☆

pretty boy was always pretty nervous when it came to expressing love.

"i love you y/n" he whispers (◍•ᴗ•◍)

"....."

i feel like he's very sensitive when it comes to this type of stuff.

he gets very worried. immediately apologizes before dashing out of the room.

ur lover is crying cause of ur stupid ass prank y/n. ಠ︵ಠ

"ASTER BABY NOO IT WAS A PRANK" you try to comfort him.

poor baby :(((

stop crying after a lil while.

"i love you too ! i love you so much" you kiss his forehead <3

cuddles to make him happy. NOW.

AIA AMARE ! ☆

she knew what was going on.

queen shit amirite?

"i love you, you lovable idiot." she smiles.

but that sweet smile turns into an amused smirk as soon as she hears no response. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

"babe please, you're too easy to read"

if you still don't budge or pretend to be confused. ( which is epic btw i would just surrender lol )

"no more cuddles" and you know she's deadass about it too.

instant panik.

a prank <<< cuddles from aia amare 😍

so you end up admitting it because who tf would wanna be banned from cuddling with such a beautiful woman?

aia : 1, y/n : 0.

© KYORIIS 2022

#✍🏼 — dua's works !! #iluna #iluna x reader #aia amare #aster arcadia #kyo kaneko #maria marionette #ren zotto #scarle yonaguni #ren zotto x reader #scarle yonaguni x reader #aia amare x reader #aster arcadia x reader #kyo kaneko x reader #maria marionette x reader #vtuber x reader #nijisanji x reader #luxiem #noctyx

[ticklepinions]

Everytime I come back here I get a fun lil story!!!!

So! Where to even begin!???

My friend and I were having a sleep over and we are like really physically affectionate, so during our nightly cuddles they were rubbing my back. Next thing I know my back is arching and I let out a screech. So I'm there dumbfounded and my friend is obviously confused but pauses and says "oh did that tickle you?"

Ah! No! (Yes-) what caused me to uh squeal was my friend started "walking" their fingers up and down my spine- when I tell you that shit tickles like crazy-

Anyways!!!! You'd think today was better but NO! There was so. Much. Tickling. Idk what it was but my entire friend group must've been bitten by the tickle bug cause what even was today-

It started with one friend poking me- (while I was minding my own business btw!) and me retaliating. To then me subsequently getting chased (and if you know me you know I PANIK because I cannot stand being chased and I freeze and scream and all that fun stuff). Then getting my arms forcibly raised above my head while ANOTHER friend comes and pokes the living daylights out of my sides, stomach and ribs. All the while the rest of our friend group watched and one even recorded the ordeal- 😀😀😀😀😀😀

I swore my revenge so stay tuned I guess....

Oh!!!! You thought that was it!? HAHAHA. No!

There's more!

All in the same day!! My friends (like 5 of us altogether) are all hanging out and one of them throws their legs over my lap. Another friend comes up to us and starts doing the egg crack thingy to us. Yes it tickles me but not enough to make me really laugh. But my other friend! Oh boy he was already begging! The friend who pinned my arms in the above story suggested we tickle him. And tickle we did. I was in charge of holding a leg and tickling his stomach and sides. Y'all the laughter- the joy- it was just- words can't describe it actually. But imagine 4 of your friends holding you down and like tickling the shit out of you.

Long story short, I did get revenge on one of my friends and I got help pinning him down and just going to town with the tickles. The funniest thing is everyone was relying on me to know his tickle spots (yeah I'm the resident tickle monster please don't shame me 😔). He was acting all stoic and tough and claiming he's not ticklish. And he almost got away with it, I was poking and scribbling his ribs which would normally work but he held it in pretty well. But I knew under his arms/uppermost rib was a good spot. Once I got there- his facade dropped instantly. He genuinely burst out in surprised laughter and started flailing everywhere. We even challenged him to 20 seconds of tickling- which he agreed to!?!? I was trying to tickle his ankles and unprompted he's like "feet are my most ticklish spot". Thank you. You sweet friend o mine for revealing that info. With permission I took his shoe off and started tickling. He scrunched his eyes, turning redder every second but the minute I reached his toes he was cackling again.

And that pretty much was it- my favourite part aside from the tickles was just the consent, trust and mutual respect we all had for each other. Once someone said stop we did. We gave them breaks and time to catch their breaths. We made sure we weren't hurting them or making people uncomfortable by holding them down, like it was just so great to see???? Like wow basic human decency exists?!!! And in MY friend group? Chefs kiss dawg, sloppy style.

#twordpinion #tword community #storytime with onion #ticklepinion #so that happened #we will not speak of me being the lee #lee onion does not exist #I bite #ler onion is very much having the time of his life #can now confirm people who are a bit high are so sensitive

[cxhleel108]

LITG S8 Thots for this week: Very bad day for loyal girlies…

(Making this while still slightly baked from getting high last night so just know you’re getting ruthless Cahleel today😍)

• So ngl first impressions of the boys…Oakley outsold them all. Call me biased I really dgaf.

• Not even 10 seconds in and Luna already babbling about Jin omg just kill me now.

• Oh bitch I’m officially making it canon that him and my S6 MC fucked around at one point like what? Fusebox stop copying our shit!!!

• Max is Jin 2.0 I literally have nothing else to say about him.

• Kyle not serving to me sorry. I know all y’all going crazy over him and like his body is tea but girl he’s just…no😭😭😭 Also he has a scorpion tattoo which means the Scorpio of the season has been recognized and I care about my MC so I am NOT putting her through that pain.

• And here I thought Oakley was going to end up being the “Gary” of this season…

• Kyle fancies me the most…great! Now leave me alone after I reject you the first time!

• Luna’s going after Jin’s replacement- I MEAN Max! How surprising…

• God I hate you already.

• I can’t stand when they do this. Last time I checked none of these names belong to a 6’3, Ghanaian firefighter with a fat ass and a slutty waist so as far as I’m concerned my eyes are firmly CLOSED.

• Outfit time!

• The other look was boring sorry but I LOOOOVE this one.

• Luna being mad about Jin part 2 omg PLEASE KILLLLLLL MEEEE.

• Ugh yasss we can sleep by ourselves. Y’all will not trap me!

• Bea telling me about this other chick that Oakley went on a date with like I care, ok.

• But you was just mad cuz Jin winked at somebody…girl go to HELLLLLL.

• Outfit time!

• Come on Arabian Nights tease!

• Kyle and Liam been fucking on the low omg?

• Time to suffer through meaningless chats.

• I’m making my girl sound like the most boring person ever trying to ignore these dudes help😭😭😭

• Oh that’s not…

• Luna you are literally only interested in Shawn because you know he’s the only one I’ve given the time of day…does it not hurt being this much of a loser?????

• Outfit time!

• Cute…that’s about it tho.

• Kyle saying he did a tattoo for a celebrity and then the said celebrity being Gabi of all people like wow nobody moved.

• WHERE IS THE FIGHT OPTION??? WHERE IS IT??? LET ME HIT HER!!!

• Liam had us form a whole dance circle around him just for him to start seizing ok.

• Shawn you’re sooooo cute but I really don’t want you baby just stop trying❤️

• This whole conversation with Bea chile I can’t. Oakley went on a date with another girl…ok and??? He called her a head turner…did he say she was turning HIS head??? They connected…OVER FUCKING BAKING. Oakley literally said he was in love with us and was planning on making us his girlfriend it literally makes no sense whatsoever. Fusebox y’all are getting too predictable bruh like obviously y'all are not gonna make our OG LI cheat on us so what is the point of the gossip other than to get US to cheat on THEM?

• And this shit oh brotherrrrr😭 I can’t wait for next week when we find out that Luna was screaming because Shawn gave her a great foot rub like fuck out my face with that. Also even if they are fucking I DO NOT CAREEEEE! I DO NOT WANT HIM!!!!

#guys they’re losing me #bring our men back #litg #love island the game #litg tempting fate #litg s8 #litg season 8

[evilhagspage]

setting: Supernatural, after the events of season 1×16. i didn't put a whole lot of exposition in there so just know sammy baby got hurt :*(

pairing: sam winchester x reader. use of y/n and she/her pronouns. written in first person.

warnings: cleaning each other's wounds cuz i'm a WHORE. swearing. absolutely sickening disgusting fluff. mutual pining but they don't know it's mutual yet.

legitimately one single person liked my post where i asked if y'all wanted to see it so enjoy!

It seems like we drove all night before Dean decided it was safe enough to stop. After everything with Meg and her shadow demons, and John, we were all pretty spooked. We finally pulled into a motel in the middle of nowhere. I was just grateful to have a second of rest.

We got in and settled, and Dean decided to take the first shower, neglecting any help cleaning his wounds. Sam sat down on our shared bed, a habit we created in our childhoods. We always reasoned it away, it was cheaper to get one room, I hate cots, both the boys are way too tall to fit on a couch, etc. In reality....well, who's to say. I can't speak for Sam's feelings.

As he sat down to take off his boots, he winces in pain. I stop rooting through my bag to look over at him. "Do you need some help?" I ask, trying to remain nonchalant.

"No, I can manage...ach!" the end of his sentence punctuated with another hiss in pain as he goes to reach for his boot again. I drop my things and immediately reach over to help him.

"Here, here, let me," I reply softly, dropping down on my knees in front of him to take his boots the rest of the way off. I keep my eyes on my task, mostly to mask the effect that being on my knees in from of Sam has on me.

"Y-you really don't have to," he tells me, and he sounds...almost...breathless? It must be from the pain, I reason.

"I know," I say, daring to look up at him. Our eyes lock and I can feel heat flushing to my cheeks. Why does he have to be so handsome all the time? Having finished the task at hand, I quickly stand up and place his boots by the door of the motel room. I stop at Dean's duffel bag that he discarded by the door and shuffle through it to find the first aid kit. I make my way back over to the bed, and sit down next to Sam to rustle through the box. "So, are you gonna let me help you clean up? Or is that gonna hurt your macho ego?" I tease, trying to cut the tension in the air.

He chuckles, before sighing, "Do I really have a choice?"

"Nope!" I shoot over my shoulder as I leave to fill a cup with warm water. I take my place back on the bed, dipping a washrag into the water, and turn to Sam. "Hold this, please," I ask while handing him the cup. "Yes, ma'am," he teases. I slowly cup his chin as I start to gently wipe the deep claw marks on his cheek. He hisses through his teeth when I press too hard, his hand shooting out to grab my knee for support. I quickly pull my hand away and murmur a 'sorry', too preoccupied with the warmth of his hand on my leg. "It's okay," he whispers back.

"I'm gonna keep going, okay?" He nods in consent, and I continue to clean the dried blood and dirt from his gorgeous, defined face. 'focus, please' I silently plead to myself. "So, uh, listen. I'm really sorry about John...er your dad," I tell him. I've known the Winchesters for what feels like forever...John became like a second father to me.

"It's okay, I guess. I mean, I don't think we should have let him go," he admits.

"Yeah, I mean y'all spent so much time looking for him. And to finally feel some peace about the whole college situation...sorry, I'm sure that's not helpful to think about," my brows pulled in the middle as I silently chastised myself.

"No, no it's okay. It honestly helps to talk about it." He turns his face towards me as I set the rag down and reach for some sort of healing salve. My cheeks once again flush with heat under his gaze.

"I'm glad, Sam." I summon the courage to meet his eyes, and rest my hand atop his, still on my knee. Totally platonic, right? I turn back, having found some petroleum jelly packets. I move his face back to look foward gently, then begin smoothing it over his scratches. Thankfully, they don't look *as* bad with all of the excess blood gone. I notice that Sam's hand is now absent mindedly stroking half circles on my knee. It takes everything in me not to shiver. I clear my throat before asking, "Did you need to talk about anything else?"

"Well, I wanted to thank you." I quirk a brow up with faux scepticism. He chuckles atthis, watching me in his peripheral vision. "Seriously. I mean, you've always been there for me...and Dean. You were my first friend that wasn't Dean. You're just so selfless. It seems like no matter what, you're willing to drop everything and help us."

My heart warms at his words. "You're welcome, Sammy. I care about you--and your brother. It's never really even a question...I want to be here for y'all," I reply honestly.

Sam's face suddenly sombers in thought as I set the emptied packets with the rag, taking his hand in both of mine. I look up at him inquisitively.

"Y/n, I also wanted to apologize. It wasn't just my family I shut out when I was at Stanford. I know I hurt you." I let out a big sigh as he says this, because he's not wrong. It did hurt when he suddenly iced me out. Stopped returning my calls, our emails. Before then, I had never gone more than a week without hearing from at least one of the Winchester boys. I begin to shake my head and forgive him, but he interrupts me by saying, "I'm serious. It was shitty, and you didn't deserve it. You always supported me, always encouraged me to follow my dreams. I'm really, really sorry."

My brows pull up in the middle at his sincerity. "Oh, Sam. I forgive you. I forgave you the moment I saw you again. It's really hard for me to stay mad at you," I reply honestly. "Dean on the other hand...I can hold a grudge on him forever." I finish with a chuckle at my own joke, also to expell some of the nervous energy I've been harboring since being so close to Sam...so intimate.

A cry from the bathroom interrupts us, Dean clearly having heard me after being done with his shower. "Hey!" he yells, whipping the door open, expelling all of the steam into the common room. "I am a perfect angel, thank you," he scolds me with pretend anger.

"Please," Sam teases back. I turn back to grab an extra petroleum jelly packet and toss it as Dean. "Here," I say as he catches it smoothly. "It should help the scratches on your face." He looks it over before shrugging and squeezing some onto his finger. I look down at Sam, asking, "I'm gonna take a shower, if you don't mind having the last one?"

"Oh, not at all, go ahead," he replies.

***

When I finish my shower, Dean is already snoring under the covers, and Sam is watching some old reruns on TV. Looks like, yup, Jeopardy. God, he's so cute. I place my dirty clothes in the designated laundry bag, missing Sam's eyes on me and my "skimpy" pj's (one of dean's old shirts and shorts). I get comfortable under the covers...next to Sam. He looks down at me as I snuggle into the blanket and hum contentedly. As I gaze up at him a sudden wave of affection hits me. "Hey," I whisper, "I wanted to thank you for what you said earlier. It...means a lot to hear how y'all think of me. I know I seem like this self-assured-patented-confident girl, but, it never hurts to hear you friends say they love you."

"Did I say 'I love you?' I-I don't remember saying that..." his face splits into a shit-eating grin as he laughs at his own joke.

"Shut up," I giggle and push his shoulder.

"I do, by the way," he admits after a comfortable silence.

"Hm?" I ask, looking up at him with a furrowed brow.

"I do love you, Y/n," he replies nonchalantly.

"I love you too, Sammy," I give him a brief smile before turning my attention back to the TV, hoping to hide the melancholy I feel. I have no doubt that he loves me...it's just not the way I wish he did.

He rolls over and out of the bed, rounding to my side to rifle through his bag. "I'm gonna hop in the shower, 'kay?"

"Okay! Can't promise I'll be awake when you get back," I reply shooting him a smirk. He smiles back at me, toiletries in hand as he enters the bathroom. A few moments later, I hear the shower turn on and let it lull me into sleep, dreaming of soft mornings waking up in Sam's arms.

***

Sam exits the bathroom to find Y/n asleep, totally sprawled out on the bed. He chuckles to himself, thinking 'she's so cute...relax Sam. You gotta relax if you're gonna share a bed with her.' After he sets down his things, he slides into bed, trying not to disturb her. She rustles in her sleep, absentmindedly wrapping her arms around his waist and holding him tight, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. As if it doesn't have Sam's heart beating out of his chest. He tentatively wraps his own arm around her shoulder, lightly stroking down her arm. She nuzzles her face onto his chest, and he lets himself enjoy it. Savor it. The repetitive motion of his hand on her arm and the weight of her head on his chest have him falling asleep in record time.

***

The next morning, Dean wakes up first to Sam and Y/n still entangled. This time, Y/n's leg is hitched up around Sam's hips, her hand resting on his chest and her mouth open, drooling all over his shirt. Sam, on the other hand, has both of his arms wrapped around her, his head thrust back and snoring, loudly. 'It's a miracle she can sleep through that,' Dean thinks as he pulls out his phone to snap a picture. He giggles to himself, reviewing the photo. He is totally gonna use this for black mail. Or at their wedding. One of the two.

#supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester

[kyonix-sparkles]

Pairing: scaramouche x ftm!reader

Word count: 1,3k+

Warnings:| overstimulation(?), ftm!reader (not transitioned), dom!scara -> sub!scara -> soft!scara, (rough) fingering, degradation (a bit of praise at the end), daddy kink(both ways), clit stimulation(the reader is being eaten out(?)) a bit of nipple play, choking (doesn't last long and not too rough). |

//Clit and boob(s)/nipple(s) and g-spot is mentioned but ‘hole’ is used to replace the word cunt or any word like it. Reader is embarrassed to moan at the beginning. For this the reader feels safe and comfortable to be nakey and have the smexy time despite not transitioning yet. Reader is referred to as ‘good boy’, ‘little dove’ or just ‘dove’ and ‘daddy’//

Summary: Reader and Scaramouche have the color system and the reader uses that when scara does something they don't like during the smexy time.

You always complimented Scaramouche on his porcelain skin, always soft and smooth, even when rubbing and touching your more exotic parts, despite his mean demeanor, can be very sweet.. well when he wants to at least. Due to your job you walk around a lot, like a lot, a lot. So sometimes he'll massage your feet while you're asleep. (He's too embarrassed to do it while you're awake) When your stressed he'll fuck the living daylights out of you. You just got home from work already walking like your feet hurt, you've been working all day and standing on your feet for half of it. Scaramouche picked you up bridal style and started carrying you to the room you two share. "Scara-" "shut up" "but-" "are you feeling stressed?" he looked at you as he tilted his head before lifting his eyebrow at you. "Well yea a little but-" he cut you off with a scoff. "Then we're doing this.. It's not like it's our first time" "I know but still". He kissed you, his tongue exploring your mouth, as if it's never been there before. "Baby" "hm?" "your cumming five times.. in the next.. I'll give you.. about twenty minutes fair?" well at least he thought about it. "yea, but-" he cut you off again. "I know, I know.. I just want you to cum at least once without me” you whined. "Tik.. tok, I'd suggest you get started, little dove”. You started working on pleasuring yourself. "..dove, I didn't say to hide those moans". You moaned once and hated it so you just stuck to whining.

“Dove" you whined again "are you serious?" "I sound disgusting" "stop whining, you sound disgusting when you do." You sighed defeatedly "you know how I don't moan when I please myself". "Fine" you continued and it took you about six minutes to cum "oh so you can please yourself good boy~" "scara~" "I'm coming he walked over to you and started to gently rub three fingers on your clit while he leaned in to kiss you. You huffed in the kiss due to him starting off very fast. Once y'all parted for air you were able to say "wait not to~" he pressed your lips together to make you shut up, you started moaning into the kiss before he dragged his hand down your clit to enter your hole. Y'all's lips parted once more "not so sudden-" he kissed you once more as he pounded his finger into you instantly teasing your g-spot making you squirt. "Ah~" "ew.." he didn't, not like when you squirted, he loved it, he just knows you like to be degrading to some extent, so he never goes too far. "So fucking disgusting.. can't keep it inside of you? Like how you do my cum?" He pulled out his fingers due to you squirting and rammed now three fingers instead of two inside you without any warning. Your back arched but before I could even think of moaning he cupped his hand over your mouth. A handful of minutes go by, he moved his hand from your mouth and now he wants to suck on your erect nipples so he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. "Fuck~" you dragged out the word as you moaned. Somehow he fingered you faster and pulled himself off your nipple. "Come on cum for me" "ah!~" you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer to you, making y'all's chest touch.

You had came twice. He let you calm down but before you really got a chance to, he laid down and went to your clit and started eating you out. He tasted you on his tongue and moaned, sending a wave of electronic pleasure throughout your body "shit~.." he moaned around the sensitive bundle of nerves as he suckled on it, started to suck harder as he licked lighter. "Shit~.. shit~, please finger me.." he smiled on your clit as he slid three fingers inside your greedy hole and thrusted as hard and fast as he could in this position. You sighed moan after moan as he abused your hole. "Fuck..~ cumming.. I'm cumming.." He went faster and kept the speed even after you came, making you come six times instead of five. He licked his lips.

"Take me" he told me as he walked over and to my mouth, indicating he didn't want me to move. He face fucked you and afterwards he gently eased it inside you. He lowered his chest so you could hold onto his shirt. You gently squeaked as he pulled you up into a sitting position on top of him. He wrapped his arms around you, whispering praises into your ear as he patted your back. "Good boy, you took me all the way in with no struggle, such a good whore you are". Soon he moved his hands to hold your ass as he started bouncing you on his cock. He started to hit your g-spot. And you held him closer not once pulling your head away from where his shoulder met his neck. You moaned into his neck. "Dove imma put you on your back and pound into you okay?" "..yea~.. okay~.." he gently laid you on the bed to spread your legs and play with your abused clit. "Ah!~" he pounded into you not once missing your g-spot. "Daddy~ daddy~ just like that" you squirted again. "Your gonna squirt all over my fucking shirt.. you're such a slut" he pounded into you harder while gently choking you, not too much to cut off your oxygen but you did struggle to breathe a bit. "Wait Scara.. scara.." you whimpered. He kept going, seeming to not hear you. "..Red!" He stopped and breathed himself "sorry too rough?" ".." you nodded trying to calm down "a.. a little too rough" "sorry dove" "i..it's fine" you got up and then he noticed the nail marks that were leaking blood. ".." "what, oh you haven't came yet.. I can blow you again" "thats not what-" you got down and sucked him into your mouth, and you gave him a blow job, just as he liked. "Shit.." he started to gently fuck into your mouth. He threw his head back as he closed his legs around your head, locking you in place. This was a habit due to you tending to squirm away. He cums a lot so you've learned to hold your breath and open your throat and just let it go down as you continue to suck him. He moaned as he placed his hand on your head in an attempt to stop you from trying to milk him dry. But you kept going. Scara can go from dom to sub real fast, he switched to sub mode when you started sucking on him a second time. You stuck your tongue out and licked in between his balls.

In your mission of sucking him dry yall were on the third orgasm and he calmed. "Fuck.. daddy~ I can't" you were in the middle of giving him a hand job "yes you can, if I can cum six times in a row.. you can cum four" "daddy~" "its okay" he started helplessly bucking into your hands. "Good boy" his whole body tensed up as he came for the fourth and final time. Letting him calm down you pulled his shirt off him and laid on his chest. “Scara.. can we go over okay's and not okay's during sex..” “of course, what was okay and what wasn't?” “..so making me please myself.. that's okay playing with my..” you cleared your throat “..the way you did was okay.. making me give you a blowjob.. okay.. when you're fucking me rough like that.. I mean I liked it but sometimes you go too rough.. but when you choked me..” “That wasn't okay?” “..well I mean do you like choking-” “little dove, yes or no..” “..” “It's not about me, it's about if you're comfortable.. now.. yes or no..” “..no..” “Okay then I wont do the choking thing anymore.. good job little dove..” “why?” “You weren't comfortable and you used your colors and we talked about it and now I know what's okay and what's not..” he kissed your head “good boy”.

#genshin scara #scaramouche #genshin scaramouche #scara x reader #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #genshin wanderer #wanderer smut #wanderer x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x you #ftm reader #ftm sub #ftm nsft #ftm dom

[mochikofi]

Hello can give crush edward cullen x f!reader headcanons please 🙏 😊

Crush - (Edward Cullen)

Pairs: Edward Cullen x Fem! Reader.

Summary: Having a crush on Edward Cullen is not easy, especially when he have alot of fan. But you can't help but think of him all the time.. but little did you know, that the boy you like is a mind reader.

Headcanon! Kind of crack? And kind of oneshot?? Idk but i hope ya like it.

Note!: Bella's gonna be your cousin in this one. And bella is gonna be a bitch in here(I'M SORRY). Also omfg i love the cullens and the volturi so much their so PRETTY-

(sorry if y'all don't like it 🫠🫠)

Having a crush on Edward Cullen is not easy.. especially when he have alot of fans, including your, oh so great cousin.

But that doesn't stop you! I mean, it's not wrong to imagine right? But nah Edward always reads your mind and is interested in your thoughs about him.

He always caught you staring at him so you tried to stare less so you wouldn't be embarrassed.

But you just can't help it, the Cullen's and the Hale's beauty is just so eye catching to the point that you can stare at them all day and not get bored. You mostly stare at edward tho.

You we're just walking and thinking about Edward until a pixie haired girl came to you and popped out of nowhere.

"Hello! I'm alice, it's nice to finally meet you!"

Wait? "Finally"? Did you hear her right?? Well of course being you, you decided to shrug it off and talk to her.

"Hello, I'm (y/n). It's nice to meet you too..?" That sounded more like a question to you.

And alice being the sweet girl she is, just pulled you into there seat and made you sit next to Edward like wtf?

What happened to hello? Hi? I mean, it did happen but like.. who the heck pulls someone and make them sit next to their crush?? Well, apparently Alice.

And you being the lover girl, freaked out. In your head of course. Being next to your crudh is nerve wracking. Your palms we're kind of sweaty so you hid them inside your pockets. (Pockets are the best fr.)

And Edward being the little emo shit he is, reads your mind and tries not to smile. And of course, he already knows you're his soulmate. But what was he gonna do? Tell you that you're his soulmate and you should live with the Cullens?? No lmao. But it will happen in the future cause alice said so.

And jasper being the nice vampire he is, made you calm like a water and you don't even know how. You think He's just.. like a capybara i guess.

But Bella had to ruin the moment cuz Rosalie was supposed to talk to you 🙄. This actually made Rosalie mad ngl and emmet had to pull her back. And Rosalie being the queen she is glared at Bella.

Well, of course Bella tried to pull you back but not on Alice's watch. They had a pulling competition and boy.. your arms hurt asf. And alice won ofc.

And you being a teenager who's crush is beside her, switched side and became quiet cuz you're afraid they will judge you. And ofc they won and made you talk and laugh.

You we're talking with Emmet and rosalie with random things until your eyes decided to land on Edward who was smirking st you with his handsome face of his.

You quickly looked at someone else before you become a tomato, and of course, you're mind is full of Edward.. atp it's just normal for him to read your mind.

And school was a little shit so cafeteria break was over not until Edward grabbed your hand with his. You hoped that you're not burning rn cuz your mind is going wild.

"we have the same schedule, do you want to walk to class together?" He said with his voice that can make girls weak.

"yeah." Yeah?? Just a yeah?? Well don't blame our poor main character, everyone will relate to this. We don't trust our voice.

You and eddie boy just walked together in class, holding hands. Your mind still going wild. And Edward just smiles like he's a saint.

And oh boy, you can feel Bella's stare 💀. But you couldn't careless, i mean who wouldn't want to miss the opportunity to sit and hold hands with their crush?

To your surprise, this happens everyday. The Cullen's/Hale's just treat you like you're a part of their family (The swans can't relate.) And Edward being the gentleman he is, confesses to you that he's a vampire and your soulmate and all that.

But you couldn't care less about the vampire thing, as long as they don't kill you. But the soulmate part got you wildin. And Edward being the little shit he is, reads your mind and tells your that your imaginations with him are cute.

You almost passed out.

Like wtf? I mean they are a vampire... But wtf he have been reading your mind ALL THE TIME?? Nahh the embarrassment bro.

But you still accepted Edward. And esme being the good mother she is asked you to move in with them cuz they know all the tea you got with the swans and how they treat you like you don't exist.

And you being the lover girl accepted. Who wouldn't want to live in a mansion full of hot vampires bro.

Their actually surprised that you're kind of hyper during the night like wtf. Emmett always makes fun of you 😭😭

But like, serious talking bro Edward is head over heels like you. This boy like to feel you, like literally feel. Both of you are kinda clingy to each other, but Edward sometimes questions your mentality.

"i wish i could go inside your skin so i can hug you." - (You)

"and i thought I'm the only one who needs a therapist." - (Edward)

Bonus!

Bella gives you the side eyes with her "friends" and she even tried to steal Edward like wtf.

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#edward cullen #twilight imagines #twilight imagine #twilight fanfiction #twilight saga #the twilight saga #jasper hale #alice cullen #esme cullen #the cullens #cullens x reader #bella swan

[missmaywemeetagain]

Pink Scarf - PART 8! (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: kinda

(Read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist!)

Prompt: You are part of Elvis Presley's coveted inner circle, and the currently-disgruntled wife of one of the members of Elvis' famous entourage, the Memphis Mafia. After Elvis' dynamite first performance in Vegas, you find yourself in deep water when his magnetism finally gets to you after all these years.  [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: Mentions of sex. Nudity. Cussing. Infidelity. Historical inaccuracies in the Vegas timeline. Priscilla doesn't exist in this timeline.  

Rating: PG-13 (ish?) (but other parts are very NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)        ||     Word Count: 4994

A/N: Our Reader is feeling it, y'all! I am, too! Getting into the right headspace for this part was tricky for whatever reason, and it's a bit long, so thanks for your patience. I wanted to get a bit more backstory in there, so hopefully the flashback scene works well. And a little Young!Elvis doesn't hurt anyone, right? I also couldn't help myself and HAD to include the detail about his stutter because I just keep finding all these deliciously real and human parts of him that make him such a rich, full person/character, so forgive me my indulgence!

To all the babies, honeys, and lil' mamas supporting me out there, your reactions, reblogs, messages, asks, and comments mean the absolute WORLD to me. Finding out that some of y'all are liking it enough to be reading it MULTIPLE times blows my freakin' mind. Like whaat?! This story (and EP) has taken over my heart and soul, so for those of you still with me, and to all the newcomers, I'm sending you all the love! And I promise there's more good stuff coming ahead, complete with more smut, angst, and tension.

I did start cross-posting Pink Scarf to my long-neglected AO3 account (which some of you already discovered!), so if you are so inclined, you can check it out over there, though it's not all updated yet!

If you feel so moved, please let me know what you think or how you're feeling (or send me asks since now I know how they work lol)! I put everyone on the taglist who requested it, but please let me know if there are any issues.

I imagined this with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat! 

Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch. 

1957

“So, I hear you’re gonna make an honest man out of our Jacky Boy.”

You look up from your seated spot on the cool grass, Elvis’ tall frame lording over you in the dark of this humid midsummer night and you smile.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” you blush happily, playing with the small, simple diamond that now adorns the ring finger of your left hand. It’s not much, but it’s yours. You can barely stop staring at it, you are so excited.

Elvis folds himself down next to you on the lawn, his long limbs a little less lanky than they used to be. A couple of years of being well-fed after a lifetime of poverty has done him well. He looks good, albeit tired. Hollywood and fame have certainly made him more beautiful, his resting face now always looking like it’s ready for a close-up, but the lightness that used to surround him is a little heavier, a little darker now, like he has the world resting on his shoulders.

He turns his head to really look at you, taking you in. It’s a look that might’ve made you self-conscious at any other time, but it’s dark and you’re too distracted by your engagement ring to really notice. “You happy, doll?” he asks, but answers it himself, “You look happy.”

You can’t stop smiling. “Yes, I’m most certainly happy,” you reassure him.

“Good,” he nods as if this has satisfied him in some way. Then he leans back, laying down in the grass, and stares up at the stars. That look comes over him again, the heavy one. It worries you a little. He’s been gone so much lately, and things have been moving so quickly for him, you’ve barely had a moment to talk in what feels like forever.

“How ‘bout you, E, are you happy?” you ask quietly, looking down at him.

He is silent at first, and you almost don’t catch the sigh he lets out before speaking, “I ain’t got nothing to be unhappy about, baby. All my dreams are coming true.” He says it almost as though he’s trying to convince himself of it. He doesn’t look at you, instead focusing all his attention on the sky.

“You didn’t really answer the question,” you say gently.

He finally looks over at you, those big blue eyes of his exhausted, rimmed with dark circles. “It’s all been moving so fast, I barely got time to catch my breath. I’m constantly around people, but sometimes I feel so lonely, y/n…and Hollywood ain’t all it’s cracked up to b-be,” he says quickly, but in a whisper, as though he’s terrified to be overheard.

You open your mouth to speak, but he rushes to continue: “And I don’t w-w-wanna seem ungrateful or nothin’ b-b-b-because I-I-I am gettin’ to do what I love to do and I’m supportin’ my family and it makes lots of folks happy, and God’s b-b-blessed me with that…b-b-but so many people hate me, makin’ it their mission to misunderstand me and they don’t even know me.” He takes a deep shuddering breath, frustrated and trying to get the words out.

You know he’s emotional and tired because his stutter keeps getting in his way as he tries to speak. Most people don’t even know he has one because it doesn’t happen when he sings, and he sure as hell doesn’t let it stop him from doing what he wants to do, but you’ve heard it pop up now and again in conversation over the years, usually with nerves or when he’s “excited,” as he calls it. He told you how he thought he’d blown his initial screen test in Hollywood because of it, because he was so nervous that he couldn’t get the words to come out like he needed them to. Luckily, he said the director liked it and even said it made his acting seem more genuine. You find it endearing because it’s a very real part of him and his humanity, which you think is something much needed when the world is striving to make him a commodity. It still makes him a little self-conscious, though, so you don’t rush him or react, you just wait for him to continue.

 “Sometimes I-I feel like I’m b-b-being pulled in a dozen different directions, all at o-once. I-I-I constantly feel like I’m tryin’ to prove myself. Sometimes it just gets to me, is all. So, to answer your question, yes, I am happy, but it sure comes with a price,” he pauses. “I’m sorry, I-I shouldn’t’ve unloaded on you like that, today of all days,” he says, eyes now downcast and concerned.

“Don’t you feel sorry. I asked, and I’m glad you answered me truthfully. Seems like you needed to get that off your chest,” you say kindly, with a small smile. You hate to see him so weighed down. But you are pleased and surprised by him being so vulnerable with you. It makes you feel like you’ve got your friend back.

“You won’t go tellin’ no one, will ‘ya? Not even Jack,” he pleads, looking at you wide-eyed.

“Of course not, Elvis. I swear it,” you say seriously. You wouldn’t dream of betraying his trust.

He nods, relieved, and looks back up at the stars.

“I’m real proud of you, E, all of us are. It takes a special person to do what you do with the grace you do it with. God knows I couldn’t do it,” you say, suddenly feeling a little shy.

Elvis looks at you with surprise. “Thanks, y/n, that means a lot comin’ from you,” he says and the way his pretty eyes search your face sends a strange feeling through your body.

You don’t know what to say to that, so silence sits heavy, but not uncomfortably, between you.

Playing with your engagement ring, knees pulled into your chest, you look into the night sky.

“How’d ya know? That Jack’s the one?” he suddenly asks, out of nowhere.

The question both surprises and delights you. “Hmmm, well, let’s see,” you ponder. “He’s there when I need him. He makes me feel special, like the only girl in the world. I know he’ll always take care of me. He is mine and I am his. Sometimes I almost feel like we were made for each other, ya’ know, like we were meant to be,” you rattle off. “That may seem silly and saccharine and hopelessly romantic, but it’s true. So, I suppose that’s how I know I love him and want to spend the rest of my life with him,” you say, a giddy excitement running through you.

Elvis is quiet, his face unreadable. You’re not sure why, but you feel like you’ve said something to upset him.

“Why? You got a special girl or three, Mr. Presley?” you ask, in a faux-reporter voice, holding a pretend mic to his mouth to try and lighten the mood.

“Ha!” he scoffs with a laugh and a roll of his eyes.

“Oh, it must be so hard for you, to have thousands of beautiful girls to choose from, all clamoring for a piece of you,” you tease. You know he is dating quite a bit because he brings some of them home, whether from Hollywood or somewhere on the road. He always seems to be falling hard and fast for a new girl, but they never seem to last.

“No, there’s no one special I’m datin’,” he says, sitting up, intently playing with a blade of grass. “I mean, I’m seein’ lots of nice girls, great girls, even. It’s just…none of them’s the one.”

You are a little taken aback by his honest answer. “Well, you can’t force it, E. You’ll know when it’s right,” you say, patting his hand.

Elvis looks down sharply at your hand on his, almost like it’s burned him. “Yeah, I reckon I will,” he says, looking back up at you, his face unreadable once more. He’s gotten too good at that in Hollywood, you think, shutting the vulnerable parts of himself off from an untrustworthy world.

For the second time this night, silence hangs over you. This time it feels charged, but by what you do not know. You can’t figure out what’s going on with him.

“You gettin’ enough sleep, E?” His moodiness has always been worse when he’s tired.

“Oh, you know me, doll. I was barely sleeping before all this and now I sleep even less,” he replies. “There’s too much to do and I got all this-this crazy energy, ya know?” He wiggles his limbs, exaggerating. You can’t help but laugh.

But your laughter dies out quickly. “Seriously, Elvis, promise me you’ll at least try to get some rest while you’re home. It worries me to think you’re running yourself ragged.”

He nods but doesn’t say anything, as if he doesn’t want to make a promise he can’t keep. Instead, he abruptly changes the subject.

“C-c-congratulations, y/n. Jack’s a lucky guy and I-I’m glad you’re happy. You—you both—deserve all the happiness,” Elvis says, his gaze kind but guarded. Then, unexpectedly, he leans over and presses his lips softly to your cheek. They are warm and plush against your skin, lingering there for just a moment too long. Your breath catches and you can feel heat blossom through your body and into your cheeks in a way that surprises you.

Then, just like that, he pulls away, getting up and brushing himself off, like nothing happened. He holds his hand out to you to help you up off the ground. “We should get back,” he says.

You blink rapidly, trying to process the last few moments. You are glad the darkness hides the red on your cheeks. Elvis seems unaffected, so you take his hand and let him help you up. You chalk whatever strangeness that has happened up to Elvis being exhausted, pushing whatever silly, fleeting thoughts you have far, far away.

*

The long-buried memory hits you hard as you stand at the door to Elvis’ bedroom, poised to knock. You’ve spent all night in anticipation of this moment, excited and nervous about whatever comes next, but this memory shakes you, knocking something loose in your brain. Something you had forgotten until just now.

You are trying to grasp it, the thing that is niggling at the corners of your mind, but before you can lock on to whatever it is, the door swings open, startling you. You didn’t remember knocking—it’s like Elvis just knew you were there.

And immediately everything else is forgotten because the tantalizing smell of him wafts over you, and your heart starts to pitter patter in your chest because he’s just so beautiful, and the brilliance of his light blue, dark-rimmed eyes nearly knocks you over.

Elvis pulls you in to the room quickly, trying to avoid any possible prying eyes, shutting the door quietly. The light is much dimmer in here and it’s silent, save for the sound of your breathing. He is so, so close, his eyes travelling over your body approvingly. His eyes ignite flames within you wherever they linger.

“I knew you’d be a showstopper in this, baby. And the tan is a nice touch,” he says, smiling coyly, running a finger down your bare arm, sending a shiver down your spine.

Words get lost in your throat because all you know is that you need him. So instead of words, you grasp his face and kiss him as if your life depends on it. You sense his surprise at your boldness in the way he tenses at first, but it takes only a second before his arms wrap around you, and those soft, pliant lips open to yours.

But the butterflies happening in your stomach now are different than the heat you’ve experienced when kissing him before and that surprises you. Scares you, even, because the heat and the sex make a certain kind of sense. It’s biological, you think, natural to be drawn to him. Everyone is drawn to him. What you’ve already shared physically, what he is teaching you about pleasure, is addicting—you want more. Of course, you do. But what’s happening to you now is more than that, as much as you want to push it away and deny it.

You pull back from him slowly, his lips chasing yours with another gentle kiss. Your eyes raise, meeting the endless blue of his, and you are caught there, drowning, as you try to understand the man he is now. You can’t help but think that these are the same eyes that looked upon you on the lawn of Graceland so many years ago. Reconciling that Elvis with this Elvis feels so utterly strange. So much life has happened between then and now, yet under it all, you can still see that sensitive young man, striving and eager for everything life has to offer.

“Well, hello to you, too, honey,” he says softly, searching your face, trying to gauge what is going on with you.

“Hi,” you breathe out, “I missed you.” It just falls out of your mouth, a truth you aren’t sure you should reveal, but it’s too late now. It feels silly—you saw him less than 24 hours ago, but it feels like a lifetime.

This pleases him, his mouth turning up in a small smile. “I missed you, too,” he replies, giving you another soft kiss.

This invokes your own smile, a shy one. Your stomach continues to flutter like a schoolgirl’s.

He pulls you into the room, your hand small in his, the Vegas skyline bright outside the huge windows. To think, just a few nights ago, you stood in this very spot, furious and ripping him a new one for ruining your life. Feels like a million years ago now.

Elvis is barefoot, wearing a set of satiny deep blue pajamas, which somehow, even though they are sleepwear, still flatter him. You suddenly feel quite overdressed. You’re not sure what he has in store for you because his countenance doesn’t quite match the sexual fire from when he dominated you on the couch and sent you to the stars last night, but he is somehow no less intense.

His fingers brush through the pink fringe of your top, feathering over the bare skin of your back as he moves around you to a box on top of the piano. Curious, you move with him, stopping as he lifts out a slip of a nightgown that matches his pajamas exactly. Your eyebrow quirks.

Setting it back down, he glides towards you, wrapping his arms around your back. “Let’s get you more comfortable,” he says, unzipping your top slowly, removing it, throwing it to the side. You shiver under his gaze, exposed in the lacy petal pink bra he bought you. He looks delighted that you are wearing it, though his gaze is still light and controlled, even though he is undressing you.

“Shoes,” he tuts, and you slip out of your heels, kicking them to the side. Your eagerness builds, the fluttering in your stomach wild and catching fire, but you let him guide you, as he seems wont to do.

He reaches around and unzips your skirt, pulling it gently over your hips and it falls in a heap at your feet. He hums and looks over you approvingly in your matching underwear, and the look alone has you weak in the knees. It’s criminal how handsome he is and what it does to you. Based on your previous encounters, you half expect him to take you right there, but he makes no move to do so. Your breath is shallow, your body on alert, waiting on pins and needles.

Next, moves in close, his fingers brushing up your spine. A shudder courses through you. He unhooks your bra, sliding it off you and placing it on top of the piano. You think for sure he will now devour you, but he waits.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Elvis whispers, taking in your figure and you suddenly feel shy under his adoring gaze. You resist the urge to cover yourself, your nipples standing at attention in the cool air. He doesn’t touch you (you desperately want him to), though you can see by the smoldering in his eyes he wants to, too. Instead, he hands you the nightie. “Put it on,” he requests, and while you are confused, you do as he asks. The expensive, silky softness drapes over you, hanging perfectly off your frame.

Nodding as though some requirement that is unknown to you has been fulfilled, he pulls you into him, kissing your forehead. His embrace is warm and comforting against the cold of the air conditioning and you wind your arms around his neck, fingers weaving into his fine hair. While there is heat growing in your belly for him, it is like glowing embers rather than an engulfing flame.

This feels different. And then you realize, it all feels so domestic.

The thought is jarring, yet not unwanted. You had assumed (rightly so) that he wanted you here so you could fuck all night long. But this, this is a decidedly different vibe to your uninterrupted night together. And while you are a bit confused and surprised by it, you are curious.

“Elvis,” you say quietly, without expectation, “what is this?”

A boyish grin spreads across his face, reminding you of the memory that blindsided you before, the one you still need to dissect. “I want all of you, not just a part of you,” he says, nuzzling your nose with his. It sends tingles down your arms. You’re not quite sure exactly what it means, but you get the gist that he wants more than sex from you and that is surprising.

Is it, though?

He pulls you up and onto the huge bed with him. You lean back against the pillows, the ornate headboard, and he turns to you, brushing flyaway hairs off your face. His crystalline eyes have an openness you haven’t seen in a long time, as though all the glitz and glamour of “Elvis” is stripped away and it’s truly just the man here in front of you.

“How was your day?” he asks.

It’s such a simple question, yet the fact that he asks it of you almost has you in tears. Perhaps it’s because until this moment you haven’t realized that it feels like no one has asked you that, or truly cared to, in a very long time. And the fact that it is coming from him, of all people, makes your heart simultaneously break and leap at the same time.

You clear your throat, pushing the emotion away. “I…uh, well, I went to the pool with Sandy. Hence the tan. She happened to be in the room when your gift arrived, though, so that was interesting to try and explain,” you say.

“And what did you tell her?” he asks, resting his head on his hand, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes. You are distracted by them and almost forget what he asked.

“Um, I basically told her I couldn’t tell her anything. How could I? I mean, we haven’t really talked about…” you motion between you two, “us, this. I couldn’t very well talk to her about it before I talked to you.”

He smiles that crooked smile of his, the one that melts your heart. “And how did she take that?”

“Oh, she was disappointed but didn’t pry. As soon as she saw the underwear, though, she’s made it her mission to figure out who the mystery man is. She’s been my shadow all night. It’s gonna be hard to keep this from her for very long,” you say dismally.

He laughs. “You can tell her, honey,” he says.

This floors you. “What? But aren’t you afraid…I mean...?” you worry.

Elvis puts his hand on your cheek. “Baby, I wanna keep seein’ you, and I think you wanna keep seein’ me.” The way he says it sends warmth radiating through your chest. But that warmth is quickly chased by cold, pragmatic fear.

He continues, “And I know she’s your best friend and y’need someone y’can talk to. Jerry knows already, anyway. I’ll make sure she knows to be discreet.”

Your mouth opens then closes. To say you are flabbergasted by this response doesn’t quite describe what you are feeling. It’s a mixture of relief, surprise, elation, confusion, and terror, and what seems like a hundred other things, all at once.

If Sandy knows, it makes this all real. Too real. This was only supposed to be a one-time thing. A way to stick it to Jack. A way to take some power back. A way to quell the unbridled sexual tension that had grown between you and Elvis.

But now you feel wildly out of control. Mind-blowing sex with the ethereal man in front of you has morphed so quickly into a passion you didn’t expect that you feel like the air has been knocked from your lungs. The more you think about it and the more you remember, no matter how much you are shoving it away, you know that this was never going to be a one-time thing for Elvis. He knew it, too. The fact that you are here right now, like this, is proof. And you are not sure if that makes you elated or angry. Maybe it’s both.

This is too dangerous. Go back to Memphis and forget this ever happened.

Maybe that would have worked two nights ago, but the thought of leaving him now fills you with more despair than the anxiety of staying.

What happens if this all blows up in our faces? Because you think it will. You can feel the pressure building even now, though you aren’t sure to what end.

Elvis seems so utterly calm, so sure. You don’t know if this is because he lives in a world so above everyone that everything seems possible, like a strange naivety, or if he is just an optimist, but either way, you don’t know how to respond. You know you have to say something, though, because of the way he is looking at you, his eyes expectant and watchful.

“How? How are we gonna keep seeing each other, E? I go home tomorrow. And what about Jack?” you say in a whisper, all your emotions caving in on you at once. Tears spring to your eyes, which is not at all what you want or expect, and you are mad at yourself for ruining the mood.

“Hey, hey now, darlin’,” Elvis says with concern, sitting up and taking your face in his hands. “Don’t cry, baby, don’t cry. I got it all figured out. I’ll take care of you, honey,” he reassures you. He kisses your tears as they fall down your cheeks, his lips soft and warm.

Then, unexpectedly, he leans over and presses his lips softly to your cheek. They are warm and plush against your skin, lingering there for just a moment too long.

The memory flashes back to you, startling you as the past and present meld together.

He kissed you then much like he’s kissing you now. You pull back and look at him with wide eyes.

“Baby, y’look like you’ve seen a ghost. What’s goin’ on in that head of yours?” he asks, eyes searching your face.

So many seeds have taken root, blossoming in your mind. (Or maybe they’ve always been fully bloomed, and I just never saw them.) You shake your head. Your heart is beating too fast. This isn’t the time to dive into this.

But when? you wonder.

How long has he…?

No, absolutely not. You won’t let yourself go there, you can’t, not now, not when he’s looking at you like this.

“I’m sorry, E, I just got caught off guard and got overwhelmed,” you finally respond, wiping your cheeks. “You—you said you have it all figured out?”

Throwing it back to him is the right call because now he’s excited. “You’re stayin’ in Vegas, honey.” He says it so matter-of-factly that you want to believe him, but you don’t understand.

Your heart drops into your stomach, as if you are plummeting down a roller coaster, the feeling where fear and excitement meet. “Elvis, you’re not making any sense. If I stay in Vegas, Jack is gonna want to know why, and I certainly can’t say I’m here for you. And I’m pretty sure Jack doesn’t particularly want me here, anyways,” you say with distain.

“Jack’s got his fuckin’ head wedged so far up his ass, he can’t see straight,” Elvis says, blatantly annoyed. “Don’t you worry ‘bout him.”

Don’t worry about him? He’s my husband! You almost say it, then think better of it, not wanting to get into that right now. Plus, you are curious as to this solution Elvis has miraculously come up with.

“Baby, remember the other night when you’s was tellin’ me you’re unhappy, that you don’t know where you belong, what your purpose is?” he says, practically bouncing.

You nod. How could you forget? That’s what started this all in the first place.

“Well, I figured it out. You belong here, with me, with us,” he says, beaming, taking your hand in both of his. You can feel him vibrating with energy.

“Wait, what…? Us? Who’s us?” you say, utterly confused.

“Us, the show. We’ve been talkin’ about needin’ someone to sing the high voice parts, along with the Sweet Inspirations. And it just came to me, after you were singin’ in the shower. It’s you. Of course, it’s you. Now you have a reason to stay. We get to be together, and the show will have a new member. It’s perfect.” His excitement is palpable, he’s nearly glowing with it.

Oh, this man is outta his goddamned mind. You shake your head, shock and fear like ice in your veins. “Elvis, do you not remember me telling you how terrified I am of singing in front of people? I could barely sing in front of you without having a meltdown!” you practically shriek, dousing his elation.

“Hey, there’ll be none of that!” Elvis raises his voice at you, eyes darkening. It’s not a yell, but it’s stern as hell, and you realize that Elvis probably doesn’t like having his “good idea” shot down before it’s barely out of his mouth. His change in demeanor shakes you enough to calm down a little. You know him well enough to know his mood can change on a dime, and you don’t think you can handle that on top of your own panic right now. You force yourself to take a long, deep breath.

“I’m not sayin’ you’re gettin’ up on stage with me tomorrow, honey, but I am sayin’ that maybe you need a little trainin’ to prepare you for the possibility that it could happen. And that trainin’ needs to happen here, in Vegas, with a vocal coach I already got comin’ in,” he explains more gently.

You are starting to understand what he’s getting at, and your fear abates a little. He’s not saying you’re joining the band (yet), but if you are training for it, whether it happens or not, you have a reason to stay.

“Now, I know you love music, baby, I know it in my bones cuz I see it in you, always have, plain as day. Maybe this is that purpose you’ve been lookin’ for. It’s kismet, I’m tellin’ you, honey, all this happenin’, here at once. You and me. Us needin’ another singer. Even Jack bein’ a dipshit. Can’t you see, baby? It’s meant to be,” he says fervently, holding onto your shoulders, his eyes wild with passion. He’s so enthusiastic, it’s hard to not be swept up with him.

It's meant to be…

You nod, letting him pull you along down this road. You do love music. You have been searching for something, a purpose. And you’d get to be here with him, not thousands of miles away, being sad and lonely in Memphis. What do you have to lose?

A lot, a voice counters. This is a bad idea.

You quash that voice, wanting to believe in this as much as Elvis does. As scared as you are of how out of control he makes you feel, how your feelings for him (and his for you) terrify you, you know that the stifling sadness of your old routine is slowly draining the life out of you.

If nothing else, Elvis makes you feel alive.

“Okay,” you whisper.

Elvis beams. “Really? Okay?” he asks.

“Okay, I’ll try it. I’ll work with your coach. But I can’t promise I’ll be any good or even be able to get up there,” you add pointedly.

You have to give him credit, though, because the more you think about it, the more genius the idea becomes. It could actually work in terms of your relationship, whatever it may be. But more importantly, the thought of doing something with music, something outside yourself, is enticing.

“That’s okay, we’ll just take it one step atta time,” he says, ecstatic. He grabs your cheeks and kisses you. “I just want you to be happy, baby. I wanna make you happy.”

God, he says it with such fervor, such sincerity, that you can’t help but be enveloped in it with him. The fact that anyone out there has your happiness at the forefront of their mind is amazing to you, much less it being Elvis Presley. And he seems to believe in you in a way you haven’t even believed in yourself in a very long time.

And that does make you happy.

Even if it scares the hell out of you.

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[prettyboyjohnny]

NANCY VOICE LINE TRANSCRIPT 🥩

I did it again. Based on this [x] video.

>Johnny's voicelines<

Notes:

• The game subtitles suck. I used them as a guide for some lines, but otherwise disregarded them.

• The line about about pregnancy has yet to activate for me in game. I think a few of these lines may be switched off.

• I collected the execution lines myself. They are not present in the linked video.

Thanks!

VOICELINES

Encounter start

How dare you attack me like this!

You little shit! How dare you!

Don't you touch me!

Get your filthy hands off my clean clothes!

[Grunts] You're gonna pay... Dearly for this.

Exit interaction

Ain't gonna be no escapin' today.

Just like a damn stranger. No respect for other people's property.

...There. That's better.

This will keep them from scurrying around.

I wish y'all would stop messin' with our damn belongin's. This damn thing's as old as dirt.

Grandpa fed

This house ran much better when you was runnin' things.

I always did like you.

You ain't lookin' too bad these days!

I could use some of this myself.

Next time I'll cook you a nice, proper meal.

Hidden victim found

Now what are you doin' in there?

[Laughs] Now this is just plain damn silly... Come on outta there.

We ain't playin' no hide and seek, you hear me?

What exactly is it you think you're doin' in there?

[Laughs] Oh, child, I'm snappier than you think.

Victim hit

This will slow you down!

[Laughs]

Does that. Hurt. Sweetie?!

Idle

Don't you think I know what you come here lookin' for?

My Harold always said: "If you can't do something right, don't do it at all." Now come get your punishment!

Just in case you was thinkin' a' doin' so, I'd stay out of my secret room if I was you.

It didn't have to be this way, ya know... You just had to come looking for that floozy of yours, didn'tcha?

My goodness... This is gettin' old real fast.

Lose Victim (first)

You ever been down to Devil's River? Oh, It's real nice... Maybe I'll show it to ya.

This type a' behavior tends to occur when you go moseying' around other people's homes!

Nobody ever said life was fair.

You ever hear the sayin' "murder starts in the heart"? I think my Johnny liked that girl.

I was pregnant six times, you know? I wanted a little baby so bad... Then God delivered Johnny. My own little angel.

Lose victim (sub)

Hard times is good for people. I know how to raise 'em... Just look at my Johnny!

I am a suitable mother! Don't you judge me!

Don't you EVER use that tone with me! Do you have any notion who you're talkin' to?

Your little friend had it coming... Looking at my Johnny that way. He's a sweet boy!

Do you know what happens to bodies when you plant 'em? [Laughs] They help the flowers real good!

Lose victim (long)

I haven't had a chase like this in some time.

Squirmin' li'l bastards! Where did you go?!

Just come on out now... Ain't no use in delayin' things.

I have all day, darlin'... You'll mess up soon enough.

Match start

[Sighs] We ain't big on unannounced guests. I ain't gonna take kindly to this trespassin'.

Don't worry, Johnny. I'll help you clean this mess up.

Oh, will you look at that... I didn't know we had visitors.

This is unacceptable behavior.

I ain't never seen such disrespectful behavior in all my life.

Cook seen

You are a damn fool! Always have been!

I thought you had this situation under control! This is unacceptable!

Will you tell them boys of yours to do somethin' already?

Don't you tell me how to raise my boy. Just do your job!

Would you make yourself useful already? ...My Lord!

Hitchhiker seen

You was raised better than this! Will you please go look after Grandpa?! Help him!

I hope you know our well-bein' ain't looking too promising right now?!

You better hope for your sake we get this sorted out!

Damn it, boy... I wish you would use that head of yours already... FIND. THEM.

Would you settle the hell down and help us already?

Johnny seen

Aw, Johnny, my sweet... Don't you worry about all this. We'll fix it... I promise.

Listen to me, Johnny. It's time to do what I taught you to do, okay? Can you do that? For me?

We gotta find them, sweetie. We can't let them leave. Do you understand me?

Just be patient, Johnny. We'll find 'em.

Remember them folks from Tulsa, Johnny? This is just like that. Just spread out and keep huntin'.

Leatherface seen

Well, don't just stand there! Let's see what that saw can do, boy!

You're doin' fine, sweetie.

Just keep lookin'. This will be over soon!

Don't worry about the others, now. Just keep doin' your job. Everything's fine.

Imma need you to find those kids right quick, okay? You can do this.

Grandma would be SO proud of you. Such a strong, handsome boy!

Sissy seen

How dare you use that tone with me, you little heathen!

Things were better off when you was gone. You shoulda kept it that way.

Don't you speak to me like that. You have no idea the things I've done for this family!

Don't you dare talk about my husbands like that. Devil girl.

I'd keep that poison away from me if I were you. You hear me, young lady?

See blood trail

Oh, my... Somebody's hurtin' real bad... Hmm.

Well look at that... Somebody's not doing so good.

THAT is a lot of blood... They gotta be around here somewhere.

[Chuckles]... Looks like we got you now. Let's see where this goes.

Aww, you ain't gonna last much longer, darlin'. I can see you ain't doin' so well.

Victim seen (first)

Oh hey there, sweet child. I can help ya. Just come over here.

Oh, don't leave! You're just in time for supper!

They gon' find that pretty little face of yours under my floorboard if you ain't careful.

You better stay outta my garden.

You will not disrespect our home like this, you hear me?

Now where are you squirmin' off to?

Victim seen (sub)

There's things in this house I just can't let you see, darlin'.

Aw, I am sorry to tell you this, but ain't none of y'all getting outta here alive.

This constant runnin' around is gettin' a little tiresome now.

Where is it exactly you think you're goin'?

Family member seen

You just gonna stand there with that stupid look on your face? Do somethin' already!

If it ain't too much to ask, WOULD YOU MIND HELPIN' ME OUT HERE?

FIND THEM ALREADY! I swear, it's like playin' cards with my brother's kids!

Under NO circumstance would it be acceptable for these kids to leave here! So spread out and search, please!

You know what needs to be done... So do it!

See trapped victim

All this pain could've been avoided, you know.

Oh, are you hurt? Come let Nancy take a look at it.

Looks like you peaked, child. You ain't gonna last much longer.

Poor thing... It's better if you just get this over quick-like. No use in struggling'.

Phew... Not quite my tempo. Glad to see that slowed you down.

See victim escape

Dear lord... This can't be happening. No!

Oh, damn it! I need to catch 'em... Think... THINK!

Oh, Lord, we are in the fire now! How did this happen?!

Ability use denied

[Sighs] Not now... This is simply too much to handle...

I can't... Not quite yet.

[Grunts] I can't do that right this minute.

Ugh, this isn't working!

Use ability

I'll find you... I promise.

Now where... Did... You... Go?

They couldn't've gone too far.

I know they're here... Somewhere...

Set trap

This oughta stop 'em.

Trap successful

Oh, I done got you now.

Got one.

There you are!

Well, I'll be. Look at what we have here.

Gotcha!

Execution

[Groans] We get what we deserve!

Now look what you've gotten yourself into! [Breathes heavily]

I told ya! Stay away from my Johnny! [Breathes heavily]

[Groans and breathes heavily]

[Last updated March 2024]

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[randomgentlefolk]

CPC CHAPTER 158

With each chapter updated, the more I sob to my cat (while wearing my plaid clothes of course)

Also this post is going to be long because I love psychology so much.

Tw: mentions of un-aliving oneself

Lorzanna fighting alongside each other....... that is the most badass way to say "we're girlfriends"

Lorena using the chains as whips and Suzanna doing fencing style!! THEM. I NEED MORE OF THEM.

Medic Syrah! It's like one of those I things I never know I want until I get it.

Aww Orson and Monika holding the portcullis together <3 they're so strong???

Frederick telling Syrah step by step on how to do first aid <3

Also, Frederick using his strategy skill!! He can finally show his talent for Leland to see >:D or, uh, not really since Leland is not currently in the room but ANYWAY

Beckett..Beckett, Beckett, Beckett.... Man got snitched and I'm having second hand embarrassment 💀💀 well he won't be Pastel Top 1 guard but at least he can be with Maria. Oh yeah finally!! He knows who the real Maria is!! I hope he won't forget when he's back conscious tho.

Fellas, let's give appreciation to our guard homies Horace and Old guard (he still needs a name)

Also may I just say Maria looks GORGEOUS in this panel?? HER HER HER??? Also her starting to wonder why Frederick is against the Plaid kingdom?? IT'S ALL COMING TOGETHER Y'ALL.

I went from "Lance!! :D" to "Lance :'(" because damn...DAMN??? Bro tbh I'm relieved the gala foreshadowing is him getting hit on the head and not gettint CHOPPED but on the other hand DAMN. The commander did NOT have to do that DAMN. The blunt head trauma??? What if he hit head when he fell?? "So he won't hurt himself" my foot BRUH. I just checked again and HE HIT HIS HEAD. Bro is gonna get a concussion.

Also his face is still bleeding out. In case someone, uh, forgot.

Go Lorena and Suzie go help him! I know what he did was horrible but he's trying!!

Confrontation Time Yayyy...

Blaine. Blaine bro. Stop. Just. Okay there is a lot of childhood issues to be unpacked here. But you know what before talking to him before telling him what he should do maybe we should all just. Let him relax, for awhile. I mean ngl he looks awful, and I'm not trying to be mean here but he and Frederick clearly needs professional help. But let's unpack them one by one. Let's start with the pianist.

(Disclamier: I am not a professional. I am simply telling you my opinion in this post)

Holy shit. Someone give him a break. Give him lots of sleep. Anything to make this boy relax. Let me just say this right away, golden child syndrome. I'm blaming all of these shit on Leland. Y'all our lesson today is: don't put too much pressure on a child, don't compare your children to each other, and accept your child however they are. Please y'all this has happen too much. A child is smart and they achieves lots of things, then makes that their only reason of living, the only reason they are loved. That's horrible. In Blaine's case, I think he feels as if those achievements, those trophies, are a way to validate his life. It's like he cannot fail because if he fails automatically he disappoints everyone including himself.

We know that he has been 'thriving' since he was child. Let's say approximately since he was uhh 9 years old? That would be 12 years of intense hardwork hell sugarcoated by the paradise of 'winning'. Once again, not exactly the best childhood ever. Not to mention, does he even have any friends? We have never seen him mention any. So we can say that he doesn't have any support outside of him being 'perfect' (well, until Maria at least, but that was pretty short-lived :')

At this point I won't even be surprised if the reason he has been doing self care is only so that he looks good as a model and so that people love him.

Man, he needs intense reality check. Also I'm like 99% sure he definitely doesn't want to kill Frederick. The event of him and Lance beating the shit out of the bullies still live in my head rent free. Bro is VERY confused with his life right now and needs help.

Let's move on to the youngest now

Right of the bat I'm going to say:

Scapegoat child, self esteem issues, possibility of depression, and uh we're gonna have to add this now... possibility of being suicidal. Alright.

What is a scapegoat child? A scapegoat child is the child who is pretty much blamed for everything and takes attention of the center of the problem, if that makes sense. As far as I know, this is the child who recognize the actual problems in the family, and is the one to break the cycle of abuse. These children are the opposite of the golden child. And you know what it makes sense that both of them are in the same household. If there is a golden child to praise and give attention to, then there is the scapegoat who is blamed and left out. That is what Frederick is in his family.

Self esteem issues. This boy has been told he is pathetic, weak, useless, and all of those words for his entire life, to the point he actually believe that those words are his entire personality.

Now, I'm not gonna straight up say he is suicidal, though we have an evidence in the panel here. But if we look at the past chapters, he doesn't exactly actively try to die. Those moments where he fell of the Pastel hills are accidents. But we can also say that the suicidal thoughts just came recently. Especially considering what is happening lately. Being trapped in a deep hole with little to no socialization can really do some things to you...even if you're an introvert. We are social creatures. As much as we say we hate chatting with people, we also don't want to be alone with no social communication our entire life now, do we?

Anyway, I'm going to suggest this, there is a chance that Frederick probably has what is called passive suicidal ideation. He doesn't actively try to die, but he wouldn't care if he die. But I'm a little conflicted on this one. Maybe someone else who is better at this field of study can help me?

We can also assume that Frederick told Blaine to kill him out of desperation. There are lots of possibilities that I hope Lambcat will explore more in the future.

Also his coping mechanism of escaping reality is something to watch out for since he has shown signs of not being able to differentiate between reality and fantasy

Now, I just want to say that there is a chance that I'm heavily wrong here. But I'm just stating my opinion and I'm not trying to offend anyone. If there is something wrong in what I wrote please do tell me.

Okay, let's move on to the next scene now—

NAH BLAINE SWINGING THAT SWORD 💀💀 Bro is clearly so stressed istg. C'mon Blaine the curse tattoo doesn't look THAT bad. It looks aight if you ask me. I would even say it's unique.

Yeahhh! What Whitney said! Lmao I'm so sorry but this scene reminds me of Steven Universe and Spinel. Whitney just wanna talk it out :') he has changed so much from his old self.

YOOOO ALL THE ELDEST SIBLINGS ARE GIVING BLAINE A REALITY CHECK. Maria, Whitney, Calpernia. Snap outta it Blaine please.

"I'd like to cut in" Goals. I do also want to start my battle by saying a pun. I can't wait for Prez vs Blaine!! It's going to be sick.

THE MAIDS. HOLY MOLY (haha get it?). Of course they also have weapons. It makes sense considering how protective Jack is! Also

Was. Was the cleaver not enough? Lol 💀

I am even more hyped for Leland vs The maids!

Well, that's it for now. That was a long ass post lmao. I'm gonna go back to class.

Mono out! (But still in to hear your thoughts)

#cursed princess club #cpc

[doshiart]

Gallavich Intro

uh huh, thank you @callivich for these encouragement reblogs post, so here we are!

(nick)Name: Doshi

Age: 22

What made you fall in love with Gallavich? I mean… gallavich, they're they. Okay, if serious, I just knew about them but never interested in it and don't remember whether I watched this show before or not. But I seen all of seasons attentively only in November 2023. Then I fell into it entirely and completely.

How long have you been a fan? 3.5 months / since November 2023

Favourite Gallavich moment/scene? oh god, it's hard.. so many really awesome scenes. I want to highlight a few and maybe make a top.

Mickey Watching Over Ian [S04E07] — my s-tier, i love re-watch this scene, i love this song (and i'm so sad that it's been removed from spotify but ok whatever). It's incredibly emotional, that's all. Mickey is so protective, there are so many thoughts on his face. And this silent talk with Svetlana screams very loudly for me. I just like to think that in that moment Mickey is thinking about how much he loves Ian and how glad he is that he's finally here.

"First Time I Felt Anything Since…" [S05E10] — just one more emotional scene before disaster. Really like it and the song is good too.

The Club Kiss [S04E08] — they are so touch starved for each other's. yummy.

"I Gotta Worry. You're My Husband." [S11E04] — it's really sad that this scene was deleted :\

"Rain On Me." [S11E07] — PLEASE they're so domestic and comfort, singing together, what could be better??

idk i just can't stop?? ok i'm quickly pick these important ones for me: "Don't." [S03E12] "Ian. Look At Me." [S04E10] "Sorry I'm Late." [S05E08] The Dock Scene [S07E10] "A lot." [S07E11]

Favourite Shameless character apart from Ian and Mickey? Carl! I actually really love a lot of the characters, but Carl the most. Love his character development, love his sibling bonding with Debbie and how they grew together, as well as his brotherly relationship with his elders. Love his interactions with Mickey and wish there was more. He's so sweet and silly kitty. I also had a crush on Sandy and would have liked to see more of a storyline with Debbie, but eh.

Do you write or draw or make edits? I draw! tag in tumblr / commissions open + other social

Favourite type of Gallavich fics? I'm absolutely in love for AUs! Before gallavich I didn't realize how much I loved the AUs. It's just amazing and this fandom is amazing because there are so many things I want to read, but there are sooooo many. I love multi-chaps and slowburn! Any universe, the main thing is our boys and tension between them!

Most of all I want to mention my love for texting/social media or something like that. I like it when text messages are inserted into the writing.

I prefer fluff, but I have nothing against angst, only if it is hurt/comfort. I love getting different emotions and I love crying too, but I don't like bad endings.

Favourite Gallavich quote? "You're Under My Skin, Man." "What You And I Have Makes Me Free." "Hit My Husband Again, I'll Fucking Kill You." "Don't fucking tell me what's impossible! We're taking care of him here. You, me, us. His fucking family. "Fuck You, Fuck You, And Especially Fuck You!"

Anything else you’d like to share about yourself? I'm a bit of a shy introverted lurker and didn't understand at all how tumblr blogging system worked until that moment, usually I just threw my art and ran away. But now I'm watching how people do their posts (use a queue?? what). And I wasn't completely sure how to blog with drawings without turning it into something personal, but it seems that's the point of blog?

So I'm just getting used to everything and want to stay in the shameless fandom, because it's very nice to be here. You are all very nice people and I have already become attached to y'all.

Apart from anything else, I have a huge obsession. I constantly read something new that comes into my hands, and I have a lot of ideas for new arts. (I might even want to do an edit, but shhh, I'm not sure I'm really mentally ready yet haha).

So yeah, you are truly amazing and I hope to be more active in the fandom! <3

#gallavichintro #gallavich #fandom #gallavich intro #about me

[twogyuu]

I thought I’d be too late but my bias Boo is still available?! 👀 Would I be able to request Seungkwan with the song Crush, then, please and thanks? And congratulations on 1K, of course! So happy for you! ❤️

It's a Little Complicated

Pairing: Seungkwan x fem!reader

Synopsis:

Sincerely, your first first fanboy.

Genre: Fluff, crack, a glaze of angst (it's definitely there, but not painful at first glance), idol!reader, non-idol!seungkwan, low-key just a guy!vernon, nice fanboy!seokmin, snotty fanboy!mingyu

Warnings: Food, profanity, reader's visuals fall under Kpop beauty standards though not specified, one joke about the melona room, incredibly corny, mingyu's sweet potato puffer jacket, severely un-edited, not necessarily a happy ending . . .

WC: ~3.4K (I'm aware . . . this is not a drabble . . .)

A/N: I'm sorry this took so long 😭😭😭 I hope y'all didn't forget this series . . . And yes, I named OC's GG after a vertebrae in the spine 😭😂

Whirlwind of Days Masterlist

Present

The cream-colored brick building loomed ahead as Seungkwan and Vernon walked ahead. A banner hung loosely to the low roof, reading in bold purple letters: “Welcome to the S1 Fansign!” The strong wind today threatened to rip it off and send it sailing east. 

“What time does the fansign start again?” Vernon asked. His teeth chattered, stuffing his hands into his letterman jacket as he looked over to his friend. 

“10AM, but the line starts at 8AM,” Seungkwan replied. He tugged the sleeve of his jacket over his arms, tightening his grip on the wooden handle of the basket. 

“And we’re here at 6AM?!” Vernon exclaimed. He stopped in his tracks, pulling off his hoodie.

“What? Fans probably started lining up last night,” Seungkwan argued. 

“Dude, you didn’t even win the fansign,” Vernon shot back. 

A look of hurt crossed his friend’s face, Vernon biting back his tongue. 

“She’s my best friend, Vernon,” Seungkwan mumbled. His eyes fell on the gray-white pavement, kicking at the invisible pebbles at his feet. “You . . . don’t have to be here if you don’t want to . . . You’re free to go if you want to go back to the apartment and sleep.”

Sullenly, Seungkwan pulled up the collar of his jacket, tucking his chin away and stalking off towards the building. 

. . . .

2012

“Can I help you?” the young man behind the brightly lit countered asked. He was no older than twenty-five, dressed in an oversized hoodie and baggy jeans. He had a couple of cups of ice next to him, a brown tinge to them as if he slurped a gallon of Americano to stay awake. Seungkwan silently vowed to himself, he’d never turn out like this. 

Seungkwan and you exchanged knowing looks, the former nodding and then pulling out the small navy blue velvet drawstring bag and setting it on the counter. 

“One karaoke room please,” Seungkwan stated firmly. 

The young man frowned. “Uh . . .”

You opened the drawstring bag and fished out the few crumpled bills and shook out the various coins inside. Slapping the money on the counter, you asked aggressively, “What are you waiting for? Your sign said just 20,000 won per hour?”

“Yeah, but,” he gulped, “Aren’t you two supposed to be in school?”

Seungkwan crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at the older man. “We’re gonna be in high school in a few months – excuse you.”

“And,” you piped up, “School’s out of session.” You peered at your watch, “It’s already 4:36PM!”

“Don’t you have cram school?” 

“Do you want our 20,000 won or not?” Seungkwan cut him off.

The young man rolled his eyes and swiped the money to count. One of the lessons you learn growing up is that you need to pick and choose your battles – today, he was not arguing with a bunch of adolescents. 

Opening the drawer underneath the cash register, he pulled out a key, the number 20 imprinted on it, and tossed it at Seungkwan. The young boy caught it expertly, though pressing it to his chest to keep it from falling onto the ground. 

“Room 20, one hour, go,” the young man instructed them. 

Seungkwan looked at you excitedly and grabbed your hand, “C’mon!”

Shoving the key into the lock, the two of you busted into the room, marveling at everything inside. Despite the poor conditions most of it was in, neither of you minded. The neon orange couch looked just like it did in the K-dramas, while multi-colored light overhead spun and splattered blue, pink, and green across your face. The karaoke mics were equally colorful, just waiting to be held and sung into. 

“What do you want to sing first?” you asked excitedly, flinging your backpack to a random corner of the room. 

“Wonder Girls,” Seungkwan brought the yellow mic to his lips. He revealed a tambourine behind him and rattled the instrument playfully, “Nobody.”

You rolled your eyes, punching in the song into the remote device. The fast tempo started to play, overlaid with an electric organ sound. By the time you looked up, Seungkwan was already getting into position. 

“Hurry!” he called. 

“Seungkwan, there aren’t even mic stands,” you groaned. 

“Stop killing the vibes – we’re doing this!” spinning around he brought the microphone to his lips, “You know I still love you baby,” he wiggled his hips and brought his hands out front, “And it’ll never change.”

Smiling to yourself, you joined along with him anyways. As annoying as he could be, he was your partner in crime since as long as you could remember. Neighbors since you could walk, he always joined you on your wild adventures, this was the least you could do for him. 

Dancing along as he taught you and belting the lyrics at the top of your lungs. 

“I want nobody but you!” Seungkwan sang. 

“Nobody!” you vocalized along.

Lost in your own stardom, you failed to notice the way your best friend stopped jumping around to watch you, stunned by the slight vibrato in your voice. 

“I want nobody but you!” he continued, though less enthusiastic this time. 

“No-no-nobody!”

You were . . . actually really good? Holy heck!

Nodding along to the beat of the song, you took on the rap as you always had whenever you and Seungkwan sang this song in the comfort of his family’s living room. “Back to the days when we were so young and wild and free everything was like a dream.”

You could rap too? It’s not like Seungkwan didn’t know that – this song had replayed too many times and sung along to, for it to be healthy, but he never noted the good rhythm in your voice. How was he only noticing all of this now? Had he been deaf this whole time?

“I want to go back to those times. Why do you push me away? I don't want nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody but you.”

The music came to an end, a melodic yet robotic marveling giving you an automated praise. The bright screen loaded for a few minutes before revealing your score: 82. 

“Wah!” you cheered, bouncing on your feet. You turned to your best friend. “That’s not bad for our first time!”

Seungkwan was speechless. Did you not hear yourself? You were way better than an 82.

“Seungkwan?” you tilted your head at him. You touched his shoulder. “Hey.”

He blinked at you owlishly. “Y/N.”

“Hm?” you hummed. 

He clamped a hand on your shoulder. A moment paused before he shook you wildly. 

“Seungkwan what –”

“When did you get so good!?”

“What!?”

“Y/N – oh my god, the vibrato in your voice? Your rap? Heck, I wasn’t looking, but I bet you dance well too!”

“Seungkwan please tell me what’s going on.”

Bringing the mic to his lips, he pointed at you, a serious look in your eye. “You’re gonna be an idol some day – I’m manifesting it right now.”

. . . .

Present

The clear skies and sun sitting high in the sky could fool anyone that it was a warm day. However, it wasn’t – a cold wind seeped through their collars and unbuttoned jackets, sending chills up their spine. Tugging at the hem of his sleeve over his palms, Seungkwan shuddered as he watched the line of fans snake out the warm front lobby of the school. He tightened his hand over the thatched handle of the basket, the details imprinting themselves into his palm. 

“Dude,” Vernon groaned, pushing himself off the brick wall. “Just . . . give it to one of the fans lining up right now.”

Seungkwan shot him a dirty look at his best friend, unconsciously holding the basket of tangerines closer to his side. 

Vernon removed the red lollipop he received from a fangirl earlier today with a soft “pop” from his lips. He rolled his eyes, tilting his head back towards the sky. “It’s so fucking cold and we’re not gonna be able to sneak in if that’s what you’re thinking.” He gestured to the line of security guards posted at the various corners of the building. 

“What if they don’t give Y/N the tangerines?” Seungkwan asked, rather protectively. “How do I know we could trust them?”

Linking their arms together, Vernon dragged Seungkwan towards the middle of the line of fans. “I have a good read on people – you can trust me to find someone trustworthy for you.”

“Vernon – what?” Seungkwan said, aghast. 

The said man ignored him, pointing his lollipop at two fans instead. “Like them!” 

All eyes nearby were on Seungkwan and Vernon, including the indicated “trustworthy, Vernon-approved” fans. One was stupidly tall, his black hair split in the middle like a 90s teenager. He sported a long red coat that made him look like a sweet potato. His companion was more fashionable, opting for a pair of brown rimmed specs and a busboy hat. A camera hung around his neck with a red strap. Sweet potato boy was giving them a look of disgust, mumbling something in response to his innocent looking friend. 

“Hey,” Vernon waved at them. 

“Vernon!” Seungkwan protested quietly. 

“Are you talking to us?” the one with the camera asked. 

“Yeah,” Vernon nodded. He harshly shoved Seungkwan along. “My friend here . . . didn’t make it into the fansign, but he has a really important gift he wants to give to Y/N.”

“Oh my god, your bias is Y/N?!” he turned to the sweet potato, “Mingyu, you guys have the same bias!”

Mingyu scoffed, clutching his albums closer to his chest – as if Vernon and Seungkwan were petty thieves who were going to steal them. “What are you doing here if you didn’t win the fansign?”

“To give Y/N a gift,” Vernon repeated himself. 

“Vernon, this isn’t working,” Seungkwan mumbled hopelessly, tugging at his friend’s jacket. 

“But you didn’t win,” Mingyu retorted. 

“We were hoping a kind fan would do us a favor,” Vernon explained. “I’m . . . hopeful S1’s have a nice and respectful fandom who would help each other out.”

Mingyu clearly wasn’t convinced, but his friend, they’d learn his name was Seokmin, seemed conflicted. Seokmin gnawed at the inside of his cheek. His eyes flitted worrisomely back and forth between the pavement and Seungkwan.

“Please?” Seungkwan relented, finally caving into Vernon’s plan. Desperation laced his tone. 

“A basket of tangerines?” Mingyu said incredulously, earning himself a slap from Seokmin. 

“That’s mean, Mingyu,” Seokmin scolded.”

“It’s really important she gets these,” Seungkwan pressed on, his eyes falling on the pink envelope settled amidst the fruits. The thick cardstock must smell of citrus by now. “It’d mean the world if you could give this to her.”

With a heavy sigh, Seokmin pushed past Mingyu and extended a hand, awaiting the basket. He shot Seungkwan a bright and genuine smile, warmer than this blustering day. “I’ll make sure it gets to her.”

“Thank you,” Seungkwan grinned. He felt tears forming at the rim and freezing on itself because of the weather. With each blink, his lashes got stuck a moment longer than expected. There was a weight lifted off his chest as he let go of the handle, now resting in Seokmin’s hand. 

You’d know it was from Seungkwan. 

You had to. 

. . .

2015

“This was a bad idea,” you announced with a shaky breath, a puff forming as you spoke. Your eyes were wide and you could feel your breath hitch at the sight of the long line of children with their mothers and teenagers alike snaking around the public gymnasium. You felt your stomach churn, remnants of your Seungkwan’s mother’s egg special breakfast threatening come up. “I don’t feel so good.”

You spun around and looked at your two friends, Vernon standing like a sim and Seungkwan with his hand clasped together like a mother sending her child off to school. 

“We shouldn’t have skipped class for this,” you told them. 

“What? No!” Seungkwan frowned. He spun you back around and pushed you towards the end of the line. Vernon followed wordlessly. 

“My mom’s going to murder me!” you wailed. 

“You are trying out for Pledis and living out our dreams, Y/N,” Seungkwan continued to encourage you. “We’ve been talking about this for years and now’s your chance!”

“Seungkwan,” you moaned, “Look how many people there are – there’s no way I’m going to make it. I’m not even that good.”

“Y/N Y/L/N don’t you dare doubt yourself,” Seungkwan scolded as the two of you came to a halt. “Do you want to give up now and live the rest of your life wondering what could’ve been?”

Peering at him through your lashes, you drew your bottom lip in between your teeth, the space between your brows drooping together. You redirected yourself towards Vernon in hopes of him stopping Seungkwan’s shenanigans, but he only raised a hand to stop you from speaking as you opened your mouth. 

“I’m with him on this one,” Vernon said, “Don’t even try. Even I know you’ll regret not giving this audition a shot.”

You sighed again, shoulders slumping as you sat back on your heels. 

“Here give me your hand,” Seungkwan waved at you. 

Wordlessly, you held out your palm. Seungkwan placed two tangerines in them and clasped both of his own hands over yours. He gave you a firm squeeze, strong enough to reassure you, but also weak enough that he didn’t crush the fruit. 

“It’ll be a long day, so keep these to snack on if you’re hungry,” Seungkwan explained. He stepped back and waved at you. “You got this, Y/N,” he smiled hopefully, “I’m rooting for you.”

“We’re rooting for you,” Vernon whispered to Seungkwan.

“Oh right, we,” Seungkwan waved between himself and Vernon, “We’re rooting for you.”

You only kicked at the pebbles on the sidewalk, your heart beating, threatening to bust out of your chest. 

“Aaayyy,” Seungkwan warned, watching your defeated form. Between the two of you, if there was anyone who had a chance at making it, Seungkwan would bet his whole allowance in his piggy bank that it was you. He hated how you doubted yourself and saw your skills so lowly. You were no idol (yet), but he had faith that you’d polish your skills and clean up nicely with some training. He stomped over and pinched your cheeks.

“Hey!” you squealed. 

“Would you smile?” Seungkwan scolded. “Park Gahee isn’t going to pick some scowling and edgy teenager.”

This only made you pout more. You rubbed your cheeks to soothe the pain. Frown still etching its ways on your features, you backed into the line, eyes flickering when another few younger school children joined. 

“Smile!” Seungkwan hissed, walking back to Vernon

You stuck your chin out, raising your hand with the tangerines at him. 

When they were down the street far enough, you sighed for the umpteenth time that day and peered down at the snacks in your palm. The texture of the peel was soft and rubbery in your palms, you swept your thumbs over the rough, top green pedicle. A soft smile graced your face at the thought of Seungkwan swiping these from his mom’s fruit basket in the kitchen on his way out. He usually only brought one to class, but he grabbed two – both of them for you. You made a mental note to buy him some melona ice cream on your way home today. 

Little did you know, green one would be the color of your practice room in a few months to come. 

. . . . 

Present

Your first fansign was exhilarating as it was exhausting. You had to wake up at 6AM to go to the salon to get your hair and makeup done. Your stylist had changed your outfit five times before being satisfied with the way the clothing fit on you. 

As much as you loved meeting each of your fans and your heart swelling with their kind words, the way staff ushered them past you so fast and urged you to just sign their albums, was getting on your nerves mindly. You wished you had more than a minute to talk with them and listen to each of the stories. Admittedly, however, the repeated request for aegyo . . . god you wanted to pull your extensions out if you had do another Y/N-hae. 

A young man with a bright smile stopped in front of you, placing white basket with ribbons with your band’s color tied along the edges. He also handed you his album, marked with sticky notes. He pointed to the green tab, indicating for you to sign on this page. 

You smiled sweetly and dipped your head to meet his eyes as he seemed shy, twiddling his thumbs. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Lee Seokmin,” he greeted as you started to scribble down his name across the photo of you with your arms around a giant teddy bear, “I’m really happy to be here and finally meet you!”

“I’m really happy you were able to make it too,” you quickly drew a heart and signed your name. You held out your hand to him. 

Seokmin immediately perked up, eyes wide, silently asking you if it was okay. You nodded, encouraging him to take it. 

“I really love your voice and you dance so well!” Seokmin babbled, “I’m so happy you debuted and were able to share your talent with us. Your music and performances make my day so much better!”

“That’s so sweet,” you chuckled, pressing a hand to your chest. Staff whispered to you that you had only a few seconds left. Pointing at the basket, you asked, “Is this for me?”

Seokmin blinked rapidly, as if he was remembering something and snapping back into reality. “Yes!” he thrusted the basket in your direction. “But it’s not from me.”

“Oh?” the corners of your lips drooped slightly. “Who’s it from?” 

“There was a fan who didn’t win the fansign,” Seokmin explained, “I think he was here all morning with his friend to see if anyone could bring them to you – he said it was important.”

You heard the timer beep behind you as you peered inside: tangerines. 

You smiled fondly – you talked a lot about your audition day on variety shows, specifically joking that it was the power of the two tangerines that must’ve been your good luck charm to getting into Pledis. Sweet of this unseen fan to remember the small details. 

“That’s really kind of you to help a fellow fan out like that,” you squeezed Seokmin hand one last time. “Thank you on the fan’s behalf.”

“Of course,” Seokmin chirped. He slipped his hand from you and waved. “I’ll come back and visit again!”

“Please do! I hope to see you next time!”

“You’re so pretty!”

You waved at him one last time as he moved onto your member’s section of the table, before turning back to the basket. Sipping on a straw, you noted a pink envelope sticking out the middle of the tangerines. Luckily, there was no one behind Seokmin, giving you a small break from visiting and signing. Plucking the letter out of the basket, you cut open the flap with your acrylic nail and quickly skimmed over the note. 

Dear Y/N,

Congratulations on your debut! I’ve been rooting for you since day one :) 

Thank you for taking the chance and now living out something that’s only a mere dream for me. 

Remember to smile – I’ll always be cheering for you even if you look like an edgy teen. 

Sincerely, 

Your first first fanboy

And that’s how you became known as the girl with diamond tears. Fancams of your shining tears dripping prettily from your eyes during the fansign while you read your best friend’s letter circulated the internet and was (unfortunately) used to wreak havoc under Twitter posts. 

Though most people thought you were merely touched by the gift from the boy in the busboy hat, watching the video from his Twitter account, @edgyteenyn, his heart swelled knowing his gift and message reached you. 

And you knew it was him. You always did.  

Boo Seungkwan, your first first fanboy and your best friend.

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