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One Time Thing | 01

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; what are you going to do when your best friend asks you to have sex with her boyfriend?

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jimin x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: best friend's boyfriend au, angst, fluff, smut

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, oral sex (f.), protected sex, breast play

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7k+

𝐚/𝐧: I've decided to rewrite and repost this entire series. It's one of my first series on this blog, have been put on-hold for the longest time ever. It still is... not gonna lie, rewriting this story brought me mixed feelings about this. I'm not sure if it's worth posting and writing – so please if you like this story let me know! The future of this story depends on you (literally) because I've been thinking about deleting it. I'm just not sure if ppl will like it, so if you do please let me know. Don't ask me how I came up with this story idea lmao I don't even know but I always come out with the weirdest ideas ever.

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“What?!”

The scream rips out of your throat, loud enough to make your best friend cringe at the loudness of your tone. But you don't care. You don't seem to focus enough to care. No other words leaving your mouth while you stare completely shocked at her. You just can't seem to believe what she just said. Your rapidly beating heart says it all.

No, you must've heard her wrong. She definitely didn't say it and you misunderstood her. That's right. But then she speaks again, repeating her once said words that make you stop breathing.

“I want you to sleep with my boyfriend.” she says like it's nothing. She makes it sound as if she’s asking you to water her plants or some other dumb request.

“What the fuck?!” Horrified by her words, you scream again. “Oh my god. I know what’s happening.” you say with a hand over your chest, where you can feel every beat your heart makes.

“You know?” she asks, genuinely surprised with her eyebrows raised.

You nod. “You’re pranking me, aren’t you? It’s because I gave you vodka instead of water you asked for that one time. You’re pranking me back.” you laugh as you shake your head.

She looks at you dumbfounded looking at your crazy state. You're laughing like a maniac, wiping your non-existed tears as she only stares.

“Woah, you almost got me!”

“I’m not pranking you, Y/N. I’m serious.” she says with an absolutely serious face expression.

Your smile drops as you check her face. There's a beat of silence. You've never been more confused than you're now. Nevertheless, you still wait for her abrupt laugh, telling I got you or anything that could prove her prank worked. But she doesn’t. In fact, she doesn't do anything as her features twist into a slight worry. She isn’t the type to prank anyone anyway. Staring right back at her, you find nothing but seriousness and that's when you know.

She’s telling the truth. This is no prank.

“W-wait... are you serious?”

“Hundred percent yes. Let me explain this to you. I know it sounds crazy.”

“You think? This is the craziest shit you’ve ever said and you said a ton of it.” you deadpan, ignoring her silent laugh.

“I know this sounds really crazy and you’re probably thinking what the fuck did I just tell you...” she trails off but then suddenly laughs once she has a perfect view of your wide eyes and open mouth. What the hell is she on? Has she been doing drugs?

“I-I don’t get it.”

“Well, the thing is.. me and Jimin haven’t been really sexually active.” she starts explaining, your head shaking in a shock.

“I still don’t get it.” you interrupt her, causing her to roll her eyes while silently telling you to shut up with her expression.

“If you would just shut up and listen to me.”

“Okay I’m really curious how you’ll explain this.” you remark.

“We haven’t had sex for like months. Since I’m on birth control, I don’t know why but I don’t really want to have sex. The thing is I get horny but not to the point I want to act on it. I already tried to consult with my gynecologist but she just told me it’s completely normal for me to feel this way and that it has something to do with hormones or whatever,” she explains, not forgetting to roll her eyes as she sighs before continuing.

“She told me it’ll stop eventually. I already tried different birth controls. Jimin suggested I should stop using it but I don’t want to get knocked up. I feel much safer with birth control. But lately... we’ve been having these arguments about it. I kind of lashed out at him telling him he can fuck whoever he wants and I wouldn’t care. I’d just get so annoyed everytime he wanted to have sex. And I feel so bad because it’s not Jimin’s fault. I should be able to please him but blowjobs don't cut it this time. It’s just not enough.”

You blink, trying to let her words sink in. Once you get yourself together, at least enough to process her words, you lick your lips.

“But sex isn’t everything. You love each other so much and your relationship shouldn’t be based on sex.” you say truthfully while looking at her saddened face.

Now that the shock is fading away, you realize she's absolutely serious and this goes much deeper than you thought. All of this makes her frustrated.

“I know. Jimin is the kindest person I know. He told me that it’s okay and we don’t have to have sex but I know how much sexually frustrated he is. I feel like I’m such a bad girlfriend. After our argument we had this long conversation about it and then I was kind of thinking about you,” she says, her eyes nervously flicking to yours as you blink at her with a terrified look. “ You haven’t gotten laid in a long time always complaining how you’re not interested in having sex with a complete stranger. And I know you mentioned Jimin’s hot in the past so..”

“So what? You want me to have sex with him just because I said he’s hot? I said that about tons of men already.” And she doesn't see you having sex with all of them.

“Yeah but he thinks you’re hot as well.”

“What?”

What did she say? She has shocked you already too much today. You swear you're about to have a heart attack.

“He told me before we got into a relationship.”

That’s right. Mina and Jimin started as friends with benefits. They still slept with other people but after some time they became exclusive. After that they started dating and here they are. In a relationship completely in love.

“The thing is I know that you’re one of the kindest people I know. You always had my back and helped me with everything and I’m so grateful for you! And I know that you’ll not catch any feelings for Jimin.”

“I’m not that sexually frustrated that I need to have sex with your boyfriend. That’s ridiculous.” you say, sounding almost offended. “I barely know him.”

It's true. There are a few occasions where you and him see each other. Most of them happen at Mina's place and he happened to come there while you were there as well. It's not like you and him haven't talked. You do talk – casually but that's it. Nothing more. Plus, you're already busy with school and the only person you get to hang out in your free time is Mina. And Mina only. Well, there's Yoongi too – your other very close friend.

You could probably count on your fingers how many conversations you've had with Jimin. Not many, that's for sure. Most of the stuff you know about him is from Mina anyway. It's not like Jimin shares his personal life with you.

“That’s why it wouldn’t be so weird.” she says and you look at her completely dumbfounded by her words. Is she high? “I know it doesn’t make any sense right now.”

“I’m still shocked this isn't a prank.” you admit while you play with your nails. “Won’t you be jealous knowing me and Jimin are having sex?” The sudden thought crosses your mind. Not that you're seriously considering this stupid plan of hers!

“It’s just a one time thing. And no. I already told you how desperate I am. I need your help but I know how weird of me it is to ask you of this. You don’t have to do it. I’ll completely understand you. But you’re the only person I trust with Jimin.”

“B-but what about him? Isn’t this weird for him too?”

“Actually he had a pretty much similar reaction to yours when I first proposed this. He was hesitating about this but then he agreed to it.”

“I-I don’t know what to say to be honest.”

“Here, drink this.” she says, giving you your cup of tea she made for you. “I know you probably need something stronger than tea.” She tries to joke.

“Damn right. I could use a bottle of vodka right now.” you mumble before you take a few sips of your tea which by the way – doesn't calm your nerves. Not even one bit.

It feels like your head is about to blow up. Never in a million years you've imagined Mina would come for help about something like this. You do appreciate that she shares such a personal matter with you. But you're still not quite sure why she wants you to help. Sure, she explained herself and you're not dumb to not notice how much this truly frustrates you. But still. This has to be the dumbest ask of help you've ever experienced.

Averting your gaze elsewhere, your mind goes spiral and your thoughts wander to the mentioned man.

Jimin is handsome. There’s no secret in that.

You remember the first time you saw him. It was at a party and your mouth dropped once you were met at his sharp jaw, black hair and thick lips. All of these features make him mesmerizing and unique. After the party, you saw him in your art class but you've never talked to each other during it. He remained this mysterious guy everyone was looking and drooling at. Only if you would've known him a little bit more, you could've said you had a tiny crush on him. But can you say you had it? You didn't even know his full name back then.

And then Mina met him.

Somehow they bumped into each other and soon enough, they started to have this weird friends-with-benefits relationship. You've never drooled at him anymore. It didn't feel appropriate. Not when your best friend was having sex with him at any opportunity. It felt weird to think about him that way. Of course, he never stopped being a hot piece of man – you're not blind. You've blocked every nearly inappropriate thought of him.

Mina's voice cuts off your thoughts of her boyfriend.

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this. Not at all. I’m okay with whatever answer you’ll give me. I just had to try this with you because I’m so desperate. It’s been months since we had sex.” Her eyes turn glossy, sounding just as desperate as she says she is.

Knowing your best friend you're aware that this is something deep. This really must’ve bothered her when she came with this to you. She wouldn’t ask this of anyone else. Not when she’s completely in love with Jimin.

Have you ever imagined having sex with Jimin? Yes.

But do you still want it when he’s your best friend’s boyfriend? Not so sure anymore.

That sounds completely fucked up. Even if she seems to be okay with it.

Even when you don't want to admit it – Mina was right. You haven’t had sex for couple of months as well. You just didn’t want to hook up with someone you don't know, even if there were many opportunities for you to do so. You've always been picky about your taste and sex partners.

The last time you had sex was with your ex and that’s it. You've never had sex with someone who you weren’t dating with. It just wasn’t your thing. Still isn't.

What should you do? The decision is up to you. You could simply tell her no and then you would never have to talk about this again. But the desperation filling her face and the lack of sex in your life beg to differ. There's seriously something wrong with you because you catch yourself considering this. As if it already wasn't enough, Jimin's plump lips make their way into your brain. Argh! There's undeniable guilt pinching deep inside your chest because you're thinking about his lips when he's Mina's boyfriend. You can't help it.

Just the thought of seeing Jimin naked and feeling his skin against yours makes your skin hot already. Mina has opened the closed door now. Under different circumstances, you would've never dared to think of Jimin like this. Not anymore.

The lack of excitement and lust in your busy life is the cause of this. You suddenly start to imagine how this one time thing can be beneficial to all three of you.

Much to your surprise, you shock yourself and Mina when you mutter; “Okay, I’ll do it.”

Mina throws herself at you, clutching you to her body while you stay frozen, not being able to react in any way. You've no idea how this is going to go.

You are hoping you won’t regret your decision. This sounds already fucked up.

It takes only two days for Mina to set up a meeting with Jimin. You hate how businessy that sounds. Mina's idea consists of you and Jimin meeting somewhere alone, right before you jump straight to it. You're not sure if there's a point of getting to know each other a little bit better. However, she does have a point in making you two talk and make sure this is what you both want. You're not opposed to that. You definitely want to hear Jimin's opinion about this. Plus, Mina has never failed to remind you that you can back out whenever you want.

Even though you've tried to calm down your nerves and tried to tell yourself that this doesn't have to be any more awkward and weird than it already is – you just can't seem to shake off the nervosity flowing through your body. You're supposed to meet your best friend's boyfriend, talking about potentially hooking up together.

Mina gave Jimin your number which resulted in him texting you first. You don't think you could've made the first step. Not that it's required of you. It's them, well Mina, who came to you for help. As much as you'll get something out of this, potentially, they're the first ones who need help. It's not like you need one. All of this could be beneficial to you too.

Besides, you'll see how you and Jimin will get along and how the entire conversation will go.

You've agreed to meet at a local coffee shop, trying to keep it as casual as possible.

You wouldn't lie if you said you haven't considered backing out before even meeting Jimin. You're still not sure if you can face him and act all casual about this. In the end, you decide to keep your cool and at least try to see where all of this is going. Plus, you would feel bad for standing up Jimin. Or anyone who would be in his place.

Still, you nervously swallow as soon as you find Jimin sitting at a table, waiting for you. His phone is in his hand as he browses through it for a moment, just before he puts it back on the table and looks up. Your eyes lock shortly after and you realize there's no backing out now. You have to get there and meet him.

Maybe Jimin can sense your nervous state, or sees the way you hesitate but then he sends you a wide smile, waving you over. Gosh, you feel so weird. Not trying to block the entrance, you walk up to the table where he sits before you plop on the opposite side of him.

Seeing him this closer causes a lump to create in your throat. You're aware of his eyes on you as you pull out your phone out of the pocket of your jeans, trying to busy yourself before you have to truly face him. But all of this takes seconds and you're forced to lift your eyes up.

Brown hair parted in the middle, his eyes crinkle at the ends as he speaks softly; “Hi.”

It's been a while since you've heard him. Damn, you haven't seen him for weeks. That's if you don't count the art class you share. But even there, you barely paid any attention to each other.

“Hey,” you gulp, swallowing down the nervosity.

Before you can say anything more, the waitress comes to your table to take your orders. You order the first thing that crosses your mind which is a cherry tea. Jimin orders the exact same order looking slightly nervous. He doesn’t even look at the menu automatically saying 'same as her’.

“So,” he starts, chuckling and for the first time, you notice he's nervous too. “I don’t even know how to start. This is so weird.” he admits.

That makes you crack a grin.

“Tell me something about it. I thought I would run away as soon as I came here.” you laugh at yourself. Jimin joins your laughter, his top teeth sinking into his bottom juicy lip. God dammit.

“I’m going to be honest with you. I already know what my answer is and I’m not gonna change it. But if you feel like you want to back out you always can. I don’t want you to think this is something you have to do. Not for me or Mina. That’s our shit we pulled you into.” he says almost the exact same words as Mina. They both wanted you to know you don’t have to do this. And you know. God, you know - but you still want to do it.

“I know,” you smile at his caring gaze he is giving you. “But is this really something you want to do?” you ask just to be sure.

He smiles a little bit at your question. “I’m not going to lie. When Mina came to me with this idea I freaked out. But then it sounded kinda… good in some weirdest way possible. I love Mina but this is something we both agreed on.”

“Yeah, but like... I’m her best friend. Isn’t that weird?”

“It is. But I don’t really know you that much, no offense. I know you’re her best friend. She never shuts up about you but at the same time I don’t know you. No offense.” he says again, checking your reaction as if he's waiting for you to get offended.

“None taken.” you chuckle when he protectively puts his hands in front of him.

“So do you want to do this?” he asks, tone dropping lower as he stares into your eyes.

You bite your lip and without thinking you nod.

“Words. I need words Y/N.” Your name from his lips already sounds addicting.

“I do. I want this.” you speak softly, giving him the exact answer he wanted. He smirks a little bit, his sweet behavior changing to a cocky one for a bit.

You shake yourself out of the daze before it can erupt as you find your voice again.

“This is just a one time thing, right?”

“Of course.” he immediately agrees.

What kind of mess did you get yourself into?

It’s the D-day.

That sounds awful.

It’s time for you to have sex with Jimin. That sounds even more awful. You feel completely nauseous and nervous. But not in the way that makes you want to turn around. It probably sounds ridiculous and considering the situation and relationship between all three of you – you trust Jimin. You might not know him well enough, but he's familiar. He's no stranger. And from Mina's words back from the days they only hooked up, there is something to be excited for.

Which reminds you that Mina is working her shift, aware of you and Jimin hooking up today. You still can't believe she's fine with all of this and after numerous questions of whether she's sure of this or not, she has finally managed to convince you that yes, she is more than fine.

Since they relationship has started with sex, there's a chance that it's not important to their relationship that much anymore. You're not sure how they'll solve this in the future. Will Jimin fuck other girls?

Before you can burden your already ready-to-burst brain, you knock on Jimin's front door. Your jeans work as the best surface for you to wipe your sweaty hands against.

Why the hell are you constantly so nervous? Is it because you're about to have a sex for the first time in a while? Or is it because it's with Jimin out of all people? You're not sure.

The door opens and reveals Jimin.

He's wearing jeans with a black belt, with a matching black shirt tucked into them. He runs his fingers through his dark hair, exposing his forehead and brows to you as he shoots you a polite smile. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you almost stutter, but still give yourself a mental high-five for not stuttering.

Jimin eyes stay on your for a moment. He can probably see your nervous state. Hell, you aren’t even hiding it. You can’t but you wish you could.

“Please come in.” he says politely instead, moving to the side as he gives you a space for you to come in.

The moment you step inside, Jimin closing the door softly behind you, you note the scent of wood and something sweet. You can't put a finger on what it is, but it smells really nice.

Understandably, you've never been to his place. There wasn't any need to – let alone the opportunity. As you take off your shoes and let Jimin guide you deeper into his place, you silently take it in. You will give him points for a good taste in furniture and decoration. You're not sure what you've expected – not that you thought about what his place looks like – it still takes you by surprise. It's quite surprising seeing his home so beautiful. It's definitely modern with a personal touch of Jimin. Most men's homes are usually a big mess.

“Do you live alone?” you ask behind him, slowly following him.

“Yeah.”

“Don’t you feel alone here all by yourself?” you ask curiously once you stop in the living room. Jimin motions for you to sit on the white couch and you obey, seating yourself on the soft mattress.

“Mina is here most of the time, so no.” he answers.

Your movements stop for a moment at the mention of your best friend.

“Oh, sorry. I should not mention her right now.” he awkwardly scratches the back of his head as he gives you an apologetic look. He sits on the other end of the couch, looking more comfortable with his arm stretched over the headrest.

“Why not? She’s your girlfriend after all.” you say, shrugging your shoulders. You assure him that it's okay and there's no need for him to act like Mina is not existing. However, it is weird no matter what. The last thing you want to be reminded of before having sex is Mina. You already feel so fucking weird about this and him talking about your best friend doesn’t really help.

“She is but due to our circumstances it’s not fair to you,” he says, “Do you want anything to drink? Water, coffee? Maybe some alcohol?”

He wants you to feel as comfortable as you can. If giving you some alcohol would help, then so be it. You kindly shake your head though. “Nah, I’m good.”

He nods as awkward silence surrounds you. You both look at each other and suddenly start to laugh. “This is so awkward. Are we supposed to jump right into it?” you ask laughing at how ridiculous this situation is.

“I mean.. we could. I don’t mind.” he surprises you with his words. Especially how simply they fall out of his lips.

Staring at each other, something stirs deeply inside your stomach and you recognize the little excitement. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you smile. “I suppose we could.”

He offers you his hand which you gladly take. His hands clasps around yours without interweaving your fingers. He leads you into his bedroom which is even more beautiful than the living room. He has a massive bed at the end of his room. Two night tables on each side. Big closet with mirror opposite of it. You can see some art decorating his walls but it still looks minimal.

“A-are we.. you know.. in here?” Great, you've stuttered.

“You know. You can say it straight away you don’t have to sugarcoat it.” he chuckles a little bit while closing the door behind you.

“Fine. Are we gonna fuck here?” you ask straight away and look his way.

He has a little smirk on his plump lips which he licks.

“That’s how I like it,” he mumbles more to himself. “We could move to the living room or any place you’d like.” he suggests while your cheeks burn. Did he just implied you could fuck perhaps in the kitchen if you wanted to? He absolutely did.

“No, this is fine.” you say after a while. You are more fine with this actually. You just feel weird thinking this is where he and Mina sleep together.

“I know what you’re thinking. Me and Mina haven’t had sex for so long. But you already know that.”

How is he able to read you so well when he barely knows you? “That’s why I’m here.” you say quietly walking to his bed. You touch his silky sheets which must’ve cost fortune.

“Do you want to back out?” he asks suddenly. You turn around finding him staring at you with his dark eyes. His stare changes. He isn’t looking at you innocently and friendly like a few minutes ago. You can see one thing you were sure of. Lust.

You bite your lower lip shaking your head.

“Words, Y/N.” he speaks sternly. You immediately remember the day when you met at the coffee shop. He wants you to say it out loud.

“Fuck me, Jimin.” you speak loud enough for him to quickly walk up to you.

Grabbing your face he presses your lips together. Other than being in complete awe that Park Jimin is kissing you now, you hold yourself back from moaning when his delicious soft lips taste way better than you've ever imagined. Mina is damn lucky. Your lips melt together so fast and you can’t breathe. The build up frustration of the lack of sex – on both parts – seem to get the best of you. Once Jimin pulls away to catch his breath, you both breathe heavily as he doesn't move away, pressing his forehead to yours instead. Your breath catches in your throat from the close proximity. You can smell his aftershave and fragrance that practically oozes from him. Not just that but the raunchy sex appeal as well. His lips taste like a cherry lip balm and there are traces of mouthwash on his tongue.

You wonder if this isn’t weird for Jimin. Kissing you while his girlfriend is away and she knows about this. This is so fucking weird but you can’t help yourself and kiss him again despite the lack of your oxygen. You don't know what gets to you. It's probably desperation. You don't want to talk about who he truly is. You don't want to think about Mina. You're doing this to enjoy this. You will treat him as he's just a normal guy, with no attachments to you or anyone you know.

Pushing him against his chest, he lets you push him down onto the mattress. He smirks at the dominance. You're trying to stay unaffected as you climb onto his lap. He lets you, hands hovering over your hips before he holds you there. The moment you sit down, your mouth opens once you can tell his cock is hardening. The bulge in his jeans is not that hard to notice now.

It's not like you're not wet. Fuck, you're dripping wet – you can already tell the discomfort between your legs. What you find ridiculous though, is the fact that you're not sure you've ever been this aroused and wet for your ex boyfriend.

He's barely touching you and your whole body is on fire, desperate to tear his clothes off to see what he's hiding beneath them. Jimin stares up at you, the little smirk still playing on his lips as he squeezes your hips. You start kissing his jaw and neck, inhaling secretly his scent again while you're careful not to leave any marks. A visible proof of what you're about to do – what you're already doing – is not something Mina should see. Even if she knows. You would feel like a complete idiot if she had to see Jimin and find any marks on her boyfriend.

Going back to his face and lps, you connect them again in a heated kiss even though you don’t want to kiss too much. Well, not that you don't want to but you're not sure if it seems right. After all – kissing is too intimate but you can’t help it. His lips are so addicting you always have to dive for another taste.

Your body screams for more, so you slowly grind yourself against his bulge. Throwing your head back at the sudden friction and slight relief it brings, you can't believe you're fucking doing this. Jimin is not unaffected either, he grunts as he squeezes your hips tighter, all while he helps you grind against him. He puts more pressure, leaving both of you gasping.

“Fucking hell.” he moans loudly, embarrassed how quickly out of control he is.

But you're too oblivious to his inner embarrassment, having no idea what he's been through despite Mina letting you the main problem. The truth is, his hand doesn't do its job anymore. Jerking off in the mornings or in the shower is not thrilling anymore. Not when he has a beautiful girlfriend, whom he has wanted to touch everytime she just laid beside him only in her underwear. He knows the lack of sex has made his hormones go crazy. That's understandable. It's not like he sees her as a sexual object, not at all. He was completely fine with the occasional blowjobs or handjobs (when she didn't want to mess up her make-up). But the truth is, sex might not be the most important part or thing in their relationship, it's still a key to a healthy relationship in some way.

And he did touch her. Sometimes. But it was more of him waiting for her to lash out at him. He is walking on eggshells when it comes to her. That eventually made both of them frustrated in their own ways.

He wanted to fuck his girlfriend so many times, but she was never in the mood.

But here you are. Grinding on his cock, looking like a perfect mixture of angel and devil at the same time. All of a sudden, he halts your movements and is met with your confused eyes.

“Okay you had your fun.” he chuckles deeply, biting harshly on his lower lip when he feels his hard cock poking you at your clothed entrance. You look just as fucked out, but you still find yourself to ask.

“Do you want to stop?”

“Fuck no,” he replies immediately. You are ready to laugh at that, but the only sound leaving your lips is yelping when he turns you over. He smirks when he sees your surprised stare by the sudden movement and how easily he has managed to flip you over. “My turn.” he rasps, diving his head to your neck.

Jimin mimics your movements from earlier. You suddenly feel him sucking your skin, too fucked out to tell him to stop. You don’t mind it. You find it so hot. You find him so hot.

“Is it okay for me to undress you?” he asks with a soft tone and gaze.

“Go ahead.” you nod at him.

You see his sweet smile before his fingers work on your button and zipper. You help him undress your jeans leaving you in your shirt and white underwear. You see him biting his lower lip again before he continues to take off your shirt. You are left in your underwear in seconds. The white bralette is complimenting your breasts and Jimin feels like salivating at the pure sight. Fuck, he needs to get himself together.

Jimin is unaware that you've picked your best underwear set you have in your closet. As much as he's not aware how guilty you feel for trying for him. You wanted to look good for him. It’s not like you want to seduce him. You just wanted to look your best. You still don’t understand what Jimin sees in you, or more accurately, why he had agreed to do this with you.

It seems like he wants to say something but he stops himself before pulling your panties down to your ankles. He tosses them on the floor not caring where they’re going to end. His gaze is locked up at your spread legs. Insecurity is already crawling through your whole body. You are about to clasp your legs when he stops you. Giving you a small smile seconds before he opens his mouth.

“Can I go down on you?” he asks suddenly. You lift your head and look at him surprisingly.

He wants to eat you out? Well damn, you're shocked again. You thought you’ll just have sex and that’s it. No foreplay. Not that you're complaining.

“Yes.” The answer comes immediately. And then you feel hot breath where you most need him.

He licks your pussy, having a taste of you. You moan loudly, throwing your head back in pleasure. You arch your back wanting nothing more than to touch him. But you know better and grab silky sheets instead.

“Oh my god!” you moan when you feel his tongue at your hole before he presses further. “Fuck Jimin!” You feel yourself clenching around his tongue.

He fucks you with his tongue, his two fingers pressing against your clit. He has experience, that's for sure. All this time you've craved someone else's touch and now you're getting it. You're way more sensitive which makes your orgasm approach faster than ever. You don't want it to end. Grabbing Jimin's hair and pulling onto them gently, still careful not to hurt him, you give him a silent plea of stopping. But he still keeps going, feeling you getting close.

“Stop, Jimin.” you moan and he immediately pulls away.

Mouth drenched in your wetness, his worried eyes are on you just as you breathe heavily, ignoring the feeling of disappointment your body feels. Your walls clench around nothing.

“Just fuck me. I can’t wait any longer.” you breathe, trying to calm down yourself. He immediately relaxes, something you notice just as he sits back on his knees.

“So greedy.” Chuckling he undresses himself.

You're watching his every movement while he watches your lustful gaze. He feel his chock twitching at your already fuck out state. You watch him pull his boxers off revealing his cock. You don’t know what you were expecting but damn is he thick. Knowing it's been a while since you've had sex, you wonder if he's going to fit.

“You mentioned you’re clean, right?” he asks, suddenly stroking his cock casually. You remember your conversation you had in the coffee shop. You both got tested and you’re both clean.

“Are you ready?” he asks for the last time.

You're about to nod, noticing the way he lifts up his brow as if he knew what you're about to do. Clearing your throat, you remember he wants to hear you.

“Yes.”

He chuckles at this knowing exactly what was going on inside your head.

He leans over you as he opens a drawer of his night stand. He pulls out a condom already ripping off the package. He gets back into his previous spot – he moves between your spread legs and puts the head of his cock at your entrance. “God, you’re so wet.” he says, almost fascinated.

You cringe at yourself when you find yourself almost saying just for you. He gathers some of the wetness onto his cock. He is about to tease you but god, you make it so hard for him. Spreaded in front of him like this completely naked. He says to himself little fuck it and slowly enters you. You want to squeeze your eyes shut but you don’t. You look at him through your hooded eyes. His eyes are closed and pleasure written all over his face.

“How are you this tight?” he grunts when he fills you to the brim. God, he's so thick. The words make you clench around him automatically. “You good? Can I move?” he almost begs but still stops to make sure you’re okay with this.

“Yeah, move. Please.” you whimper - the feeling of pain and pleasure becoming too much for you. You need him to move.

“As you wish, princess.” he suddenly says completely surprising you with the pet name. He probably got lost in the pleasure, you guess. And he does as he says.

He starts slowly but it feels like he can’t keep going slow as he fastens up his pace. His left hand grabs your hips so you wouldn’t move too much. His other hand takes one of your breasts, squeezing gently as his thumb brushes over your nipple.

“Have you been fucked like this?” He grunts, keeping his rapid pace. Moans escaping your lips. “I asked you something.” he growls pinching your nipple causing you to arch your back moaning loudly.

“No. No one fucked me like this.” You answer between moans grabbing his hand that's on your breast. You stare at the veiny hand, enough to make your eyes roll back. What a fucking sight.

“I’ll fuck you properly. Don’t worry.” he smirks and starts to go even rougher and faster. You don’t think that was even possible.

“Fuck.” you moan, aware of the loudness and momentarily, you think of his neighbors hearing you. All of it is gone when Jimin speaks through clenched teeth.

“Moan my name.” he gasps.

You hesitate, not sure what to do. But his hand leaves your hip and instead comes around your neck. Your eyes widen, walls tightening when he squeezes slightly. Not too much – you barely feel it.

“I said, moan my name Y/N.” he growls like some beast having you moan his name again and again. You feel your orgasm approaching still not wanting to cum. It’s too soon for you. You could go for hours like this. As much as embarrassing it is to admit.

“Cum for me, princess. Cum around my cock.” he keeps grunting from above you and the blissful sound of his moans makes you squeeze him tight. The knot suddenly rips and you're cumming around him, your entire body feeling light.

You feel him twitch inside you, giving you a few firm thrusts before his moves become sloppy. Big fuck leaving his lips as he spills inside the condom. Once he's done, every drop of his cum inside the condom, he lays beside you while you both breathe heavily. You close your eyes for a bit trying to catch a breath.

Moments later, you feel the mattress dip as he moves. Opening your eyes, you see him standing up. He throws the condom into the bin that sits in the corner of his room. Sitting up, now that the moment is over you feel the weird feeling coming back.

You've never been in this situation before. What are you supposed to do? You should probably get the hell out of here. Jimin's eyes are on you, watching you and your naked figure as you quickly get to the edge of his bed, grabbing your shirt.

“I, uh, I should probably go.” you mutter awkwardly, quickly putting on your shirt followed by your panties. You don't bother to put the bra on, silently showing how quickly you want to get out of here.

“You can take a shower if you want.” he offers while putting his boxers back on.

You look at him stopping all your movements debating what to do. “Look, I don’t want to make this weird. Go take a shower, I’ll wait and then you can go home, okay? You don’t have to feel like escaping.” he says softly, but his eyes are nothing but serious.

As much as you want to leave, you kind of don’t. But the sound of shower and the thought of wiping the sweat and smell of sex sounds good. The whole bedroom reeks of sex.

“Okay.” you reply, picking up jeans from the floor.

“The first door on the right.” he tells you and with soft thank you you scurry into the bathroom.

His bathroom has a nice shower but also a bathtub on the opposite side. You quickly clean yourself thinking of how good Jimin’s touch felt. It’s too good and it’s all you can think about. You slowly shake your head thinking it’s from the adrenaline you feel right now. When you dress your clothes back on you slowly walk into the kitchen where Jimin is standing.

He turns around when he hears your footsteps. “Are you okay?” he asks you once his eyes find yours.

You nod despite feeling a big ache between your legs. He really fucked you roughly. “Do you want something to drink or eat?”

His behavior makes you a little bit surprised. He acts like nothing happened while you’re freaking out inside. “No, thanks. I should probably go.” you say awkwardly.

He escorts you to the front door where you quickly put your shoes and jacket on. When you are about to leave, his soft voice calling your name stops you. “Thank you.”

“For what? That’s what we all agreed on.” you laugh nervously. He simply nods, opening the door for you.

“I’ll see you.” he says with a little smile.

“Bye, Jimin.” you smile and quickly turn around to hide your red face.

When you hear the soft thud of a closed door, you exhale heavily.

Holy shit, you just slept with your best friend’s boyfriend. And it was fucking great.

#networkbangtan #btswritingcafe #ksmutclub #ficswithluv #bts smut #jimin x reader #jimin smut #bts fluff #bts angst #bts au #jimin fic #personasintro

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seris-haven · 10 months

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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞. [𝐩𝐭.𝟏]

disclaimer: before I proceed with my post, I want to establish that the most important thing here is your own opinion/view.

please remember, the law is a matter of perspective, it is up to you to decide what is true and what is not.

if this post doesn't resonate that's fine.

I know this post may be confusing for some, because the topic of 'belief' is quite debatable in the community. some say you must believe, others say you don't.

however, I believe that you don't have to believe, rather, you already do.

let me explain.

when you were first introduced to the concept of manifestation or loa, it might've been hard for you to believe.

but you reading this post right now is proof that you haven't given up & are still embarking on your journey.

believe it or not (lmao), you already believe in the law/manifestation.

the fact that you believe in it enough to "try" it means that you believe in it.

that alone is enough.

if you really had no faith in manifestation you wouldn't be using methods like sats, affirming or the void, would you?

little note: I have finally risen from the dead y'all

its been wayy too long 😭😭

I js wanted to say that I accidentally deleted the original post from the poll so so sorry about that and also this was originally supposed to be a full long post but I divided it into two because I lost it while updating the second part in my drafts. (this is why you stick to writing the raw text in the notes app y'all)

anyway, I already have part 2 written so I'm not disappearing again dw ;)

P.S - thank you for 100 followers!! 🥳

#law of assumption #loass #loassumption #loa #loablr #manifest #manifesting #manifestation #seri

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hoodharlow · 2 years

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My Night

AN: I decided to split the Oscars and Grammys bc 🤭🤭🤭

Requested? No

Warnings: trashnitta and ANGST (Jackman needa to get it together lmao)

Word County: 3.5k words

Miriam knew she was being petty, but she was pissed at Jack. He should have known better than to let someone who he's not dating sit on his lap and take pictures, consequently posting them, when his actual girlfriend was in another continent working her ass off so she wouldn’t embarrass herself in front of Beyoncé at the Oscars. The only reasonable thing Miriam could do was post a video of her sparring with Beto. She captioned the video with ‘pre-Oscars workout <3’. Actually, if she really wanted to be petty she would have captioned it ‘when I see my man and the bitch that thinks she can dry hump him’ like Claudia suggested when they were at Mede's house celebrating Sebas's second birthday but she didn’t.

Truthfully, Miriam was more upset at the fact that Anitta was always nice to her online and decided to pull that shit on her. She reposted the tiktok Claudia and she did the Envolver challenge with a bunch of heart emojis and keyboard smashes. Her parents were in Brazil to celebrate their friend’s birthday and brought Jack along because they knew he was a fan of Ronaldinho. Isabela facetimed Miriam so she could say hi to Ronaldinho. Anitta kindly asked her if she could say hi to her.

Miriam fangirled of course, Kisses was one of her favorite albums back in 2019 and ‘Get to Know Me’ was in almost every playlist she had. They briefly talked and promised each other to hang out in Vegas because she was also attending the Grammys. Now she wasn’t even sure she wanted to be in the same city as her.

“I think they’re dry now.” Mede said, tapping Miriam’s nails. “I’m gonna see if Soni has your dress ready.”

“Okay,” Miriam nodded.

She already got her hair and makeup done, in addition to her nails. All she needed to do was get dressed. Miriam got up and checked her phone. She read over the comments on her post, giggling at Aleena and Claudia’s comments both basically saying that they would thank her if she roundhouse kicked them like she did to Beto. She scrolled through more, a bunch of people were commenting that she was just being unnecessarily petty over the picture of Jack and Anitta, so she decided to delete the reel.

Today was a big day for her and she wanted to put all her focus on the good. ‘In the Heights’ was nominated for Best Picture and Best Soundtrack, so the Academy requested that they perform for the show. The cast was performing the opening number. The choreographers added moving set props so the audience can get all the angles that were similar to the movie version. So while they were singing and dancing, they would have to be moving the set.

Miriam was beyond nervous, not only because Beyonce was gonna be in attendance, and she had to sing in front of her, but because she felt like she had something to prove. After people found out she was essentially a nepotism baby, she was critiqued a lot for getting the role. To them it should have gone to someone who didn’t have any connections in the industry.

In her defense the role kinda fell on her lap. It’s not her fault Lin Manuel Miranda happened to be attending the one theater she was performing at. Technically speaking she was just some college student volunteering. No one even knew about her until last year.

“You okay mija?” Soni asked her.

“Yeah, I just zoned out.” Miriam reassured her.

“I have the dress ready.” she said, unzipping the garment bag.

Miriam was going to wear a Herve Leger dress from the archives. It was the black floor length dress Ines Rivero wore for the Fall 1997 fashion show. Originally she wasn’t going to wear that. She was going to get a custom dress, but the designer that was supposed to dress her fell through, leaving her without a dress. Luckily, Soni has connections and was able to get the Herve Leger dress for her at the last minute. For the Vanity Fair after party she was going to wear a Soni original, which she is excited for because her tits look really good. Next week she was also going to wear another custom look from her.

Soni helped her get dressed and checked if she needed to do any last minute adjustments, but she didn’t. The dress fit her perfectly. Miriam at the last minute decided to wear the chain Jack got her when ‘In the Heights’ came out along with the ring her parents gave her. Lastly slipped on her tall red bottoms and exited the bedroom of the suite.

“BITCH!” Mede exclaimed when she saw her.

“Stop!” Miriam covered her face in embarrassment.

“I didn’t even say anything!” she said defensively.

“Ya te conozco.” she pointed a finger at her friend.

“Fine, I’ll keep my opinions to myself.” Mede fake sniffled.

“Thank you.” Miriam smiled softly, smoothing out her dress.

“Okay, well we gotta get going. Your parents, Joseph, and Kata already left.” she said as she gathered all the things they would need.

“They ditched me?” she asked, frowning.

“Girl were you not paying attention. Kata said they were all leaving early, so they wouldn’t overshadow you when everyone got there. This is your night, and no one is going to ruin that.”

Jack stared down at his phone. When he landed, he went straight to the studio. They were taking a lunch break, so he was watching the Oscars red carpet live stream on Youtube, waiting for Miriam to walk the red carpet. He would have joined her, but he didn’t want to ruin her day and have people be more focused on them. People were still adjusting to the fact that they were dating.

Some were confused at how Jack was able to 'bag' Miriam because she's Miriam Dominguez. Others had predicted that they were an item and posted threads of the couple at events together, pointing out that they were under their noses. A few were also to connect that the random girl Jack was spotted with in New York of last year im the Berkeley hat was actually Miriam because a few days ago she posted a selfie of herself in said hat. Then there were 'antis'. These people either claimed that Jack and Miriam were in a PR relationship because days later Jack's Rolling Stone's cover was revealed as well as the teaser for Miriam's movie with Oscar Isaac OR they just couldn’t fathom that the couple was together. Those usually followed with some rude comments that Jack can do better because according to them Miriam was plain and ugly. Jack had to delete Twitter off his phone because he was ready to argue with anyone who said something bad about Miriam.

“Remind me why you’re not there?” Urban asked him.

“It’s her day. If I show up, it’s gonna cause a thing. I am meeting her at the after party though.” Jack explained.

“Oh, I thought you were avoiding her because of what Anitta posted and deleted.” his best friend shrugged before lighting up a blunt.

“What did Anitta post?” he asked, confused.

“Are you serious?” Urban asked him. Jack nodded. He held his finger up and pulled out his phone, looking through his bookmarks for the screenshot. He handed Jack his phone. He took a hit and said, “and your girl posted a video of her kickboxing with her bodyguard not even ten minutes after Anitta posted that.”

Jack cursed. He was caught off guard when the picture was taken. He was talking to Urban when she sat on his lap. He was trying to process that someone who wasn't Miriam was on top of him then he saw a flash. As quickly as she sat on him, Anitta walked away. He didn't think she was gonna post it, so he decided not to warn Miriam about it.

“Here we have Miriam Dominguez.” one of the interviews said, making room for her.

Jack handed Urban his phone back and looked down at his.

“Hi!” she beamed.

Miriam looked beautiful as always, but Jack could tell she was nervous. Her shoulders were up to her ears. She played with her yellow gold emerald cut diamond band that her parents gave her when she graduated from UC Berkeley, waiting for the interviewers to ask their questions.

“Is the boyfriend here? Or is he in the dog house for taking pictures with Anitta.” a woman asked in a teasing tone that was usually reserved for friends.

“They did not just ask her that.” Urban said in disbelief.

They watched Miriam tilt her head and smile sweetly at the interviewers before saying, “Thank you for asking me something that has nothing to do with why I’m at the Academy Awards. If you actually read the note card that was provided, you would have read that I requested that questions about me and my partner were not to be asked. So thank you for wasting my time and yours.”

With that she turned around and Mede ushered her to the next interview station.

The interviewers looked at each other with their mouths open in shock. “Uh, we’re going to go to a commercial break.”

A Mercedes car commercial played, so Jack exited out of the app.

“She’s fucking pissed.” He said, leaning back into his chair, and pushed back his curls.

“Why don’t you just go? I’m pretty sure her friends can sneak you in through the back or something.” Urban suggested.

“But what–”

“Bro, just fucking go. We’re not doing much here.”

Neelam walked over to them. “Jack, when you have a second, Metta wants to go through some of your options for the Grammys.”

“I’m free right now,” he told her. He looked over to his producers. “Can we work on this tomorrow? I think we all need some rest.”

Everyone agreed and started packing their things. Jack grabbed his phone and texted Mede if she could get him in. She replied Kermit the Frog doing the middle finger, but then replied that he had an hour before Miriam had to be on stage. She also sent him directions and a QR code that he needs to get in through the back where all the trailers were parked.

“Okay so here are–”

“Metta, you think you can get a suit ready for me right now?” he asked, cutting her off.

“Of course. Give me ten minutes and I'll have something ready.”

In less than half an hour, he was on his way to the Dolby Theater, dressed in a black slim fit YSL suit with black matte boots. He wore a black turtleneck under and his KY necklace. He arrived soon after and spotted Mede waiting for him by the entrance.

“You really decided to show your face after the shit you pulled.” She greeted him.

Jack scratched the back of his neck. “I know–”

“We don’t have time for this, c’mon.” She cut him off.

Jack followed her towards the theater. All the way to where Miriam’s family was. He was nervous to sit with them. They have obviously seen the picture.

“Is there somewhere else that I can sit?” he asked Mede.

“Probably, but you have to put on your big boy pants and sit with them.” she said calmly. Mede walked up to her family and motioned him to sit. “Les traje el sinverguenza.”

“Hi.” Jack awkwardly waved at them.

Miriam’s family all gave him an unenthusiastic greeting. He took a seat in one of the three empty seats and pulled out his phone to check in with Chris. While he was at it, he ordered several floral and rose arrangements for Miriam to be delivered to her parents’ house by tomorrow afternoon. He put his phone away, not wanting to be one of those people that get caught on their phones during the Oscars and become a meme, and listened to Regina Hall and Wanda Sykes.

They were talking from the audience while the set crew set up the stage. He spotted the back of Miriam’s head all the way in the front row, in the small table where Beyonce and Jay Z sat.

The white lady, who’s name Jack was forgetting, who was hosting alongside Regina Hall and Wanda Sykes approached them and made an unfunny joke.

She made a face at the lack of reaction to her joke, but quickly composed herself and announced, “Here to perform ‘In the Heights’ please welcome the cast of ‘In the Heights’ and everyone's favorite nepotism daughter, Maria Dominguez.”

Miriam’s family and Jack all turned to look at each other.

“Did she say…” Jack trailed off.

“Why are people suddenly calling Miriam, Maria?" Joseph asked.

“Because they're racist bitches.” Katalina mumbled as she pulled out her phone to record her little sister.

Jack turned to the stage and watched the performance. He had the song pretty much memorized because he jokingly told Miriam that he was going to watch the movie everyday until it was off HBOMAX. She didn’t believe him, so to prove it to her, he’d send her videos of himself singing along to random parts of the musicals.

He knew Miriam’s solo was coming up when Corey Hawkins entered the stage and did his part with Anthony Ramos and the actor who played Sonny. They mentioned Miriam’s character and the lights went to her. She started singing her part from Beyonce and Jay Z’s table. Two of the background dancers lifted her up onto the stage and she made her way to Anthony Ramos and Corey Hawkins. She finished her part and took a prop coffee cup, walking to the back of the stage.

Jack was mesmerized by how the dress looked on her as he watched Miriam sing and dance the big group dance in the song. It was similar to the green dress her character wore in the scene when there was a blackout in the salsa club.

When they finished their performance, everyone in the audience stood up and gave them a standing ovation. Jack heard sniffling and turned to the side and found Miriam’s mom crying out of happiness. He dug in his pocket and pulled out a kleenex pack, handing her the packet. He looked back on the stage as Miriam’s eyes landed on him. She smiled brightly at him before turning her attention to the stage.

After they walked off the stage, the white lady came back and tried to save face for calling Miriam ‘Maria’. She only made it worse, claiming that it wasn’t her fault that Isabela and Mateo named Miriam with a name close to another one, and that if they didn’t want people confusing her name, they should have named her something else. Regina Hall stepped in and said that they were going on commercial break.

Jack got a tweet notification from Miriam. He unlocked his phone and read it. ‘If you’re gonna single me out, the least you can do is get my name right lmao.’

Jack was in an SUV en route to the Vanity Fair party. He and Miriam discussed and agreed that they didn’t feel comfortable walking the red carpet as a couple yet. So they’re going to walk in separately.

The rest of the evening was uneventful, but the cast of ‘In the Heights’ did win their Oscar for ‘Best Soundtrack.’ When Lin Manuel Miranda went up to the stage to accept the Oscar, he called the cast members present and shared his award with them.

The red carpet wasn’t as hectic as Jack anticipated. He was nervous that people were going to ask about Miriam or that picture that was going around. The interviewers mostly asked about the Grammys and if he was excited to perform with Lil Nas X. He was also asked about when he was in Turks and Caicos with Drake. He slipped inside to wait for Miriam.

Jack ran into Timothee Chalamet. He was relieved to run into someone he knew because he didn’t want to be awkwardly walking around until Miriam got there. Kid Cudi went up to them and they all hung out with Jaden Smith and his family. A while later Miriam texted him telling him that she went in. He replied that he was with Timothee. A few moments later, he felt someone reach for his arm.

“Hi.” she said, giving him a side hug.

Miriam pulled away and went around to greet the group. Jack took a second to take her in her outfit change. She looked good as fuck in a tangerine asymmetrical full length sheer gown with a ruffle train and a slit down her left leg. She was practically naked, save for the nude thong she wore under. It was off the shoulder so the ruffles in the sleeve and neckline covered her nipples.

She danced with her statuette as Timothee hyped her up and Jordyn Woods recorded her. She took pictures with the group.

That’s what the night mostly consisted of. People would go up to Miriam, congratulate her and take a picture with her. Her and Jack barely had a moment to themselves. Not that he minded. He was extremely proud of Miriam. The movie deserved that win and so did she. He just wished they would have a moment alone to talk about the last twenty-four hours.

At some point Jack lost track of Miriam. He scanned the venue and he instantly found her in the bar area. He frowned seeing her with Shawn Mendes. They were posing for a picture. Thankfully there was some distance between them or else Jack would have to be held back.

It was obvious that she was getting back at him for the Anitta picture. Why else would she be posing with her old fuck buddy? And it’s not like Shawn didn’t know Jack and Miriam. In fact he’s known since the VMAs when he was trying to talk her up because they were presenting Jack and Lil Nas X for their performance.

As if knowing Jack was looking at her, Miriam excused herself and walked over to him.

“Hey!” she said. “Do you wanna get going? I have the house to myself. The twins are going to another after party after this and then my parents are staying at the hotel they were at when we were all getting ready.”

“Sure,” he mumbled.

They grabbed their things and left the venue. Jack shrugged off his jacket and draped it over Miriam’s shoulders as they made their way to his car. He opened the door for her and got in after her. She set her statuette down in the seat between her and Jack and let out a shaky breath.

Tonight was such an overwhelming night for her. She was bouncing all over the place mingling and networking with everyone that she didn’t have any time to enjoy having Jack at her side. They took a few pictures, but one of the things she loved doing was being in crowded rooms with him and somehow existing in their own little world.

“Hey I know tonight was chaotic and I wanted to apologize for–”

“Did you take that picture with Shawn to get back at me for the Anitta shit?” Jack asked, cutting her off.

“What picture?” Miriam asked, confused. The only picture she took with Shawn was a group picture with Eugenio Debrez, Sebastian Yatra, and Diego Boneta and that was because Sebastian Yatra asked him to join. She wouldn’t go out of her way to take a picture with him.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about? I saw you earlier before you asked me if I wanted to go home.” he snapped at her.

“It was a group picture.” she said, trying to contain her frustration.

“But he was still in it.”

“And? I didn’t ask him to be in it. Did you want me to tell Sebastian Yatra, ‘hey I don’t want Shawn to be in the picture. I used to let him hit it raw about four years ago and it’s awkward.’ like?” she said sarcastically. Before he could respond, she continued. “You have some fucking nerve to be even start an argument with me. You fucking let Anitta sit on your fucking lap and she fucking posted that shit like you were a fucking couple.”

“If you let me explain.” he said, rubbing his hand over his face.

“Okay, explain then.”

Jack got quiet. There isn’t a good explanation, no matter how he spun it. At the end of the day, Anitta sat on his lap to take a picture.

Miriam looked behind her, relieved to see Beto tailing Jack’s driver. “Pull over.” she said to the driver.

“Miriam–”

“Please pull over.” She repeated herself to the driver. The SUV parked in front of a ‘no parking’ sign. She turned to Jack, wiping tears off her cheeks. “Do not talk to me until you figure out your shit. I don’t want to pursue a relationship where we’re always second guessing each other. As much as I love you, respect myself enough to know that this isn’t what I want.”

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verflares · 3 months

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decided to delete my response to that anon message because i will be so real i don't really wanna give people a reason to want to try and imagine me as someone in their head that they can project and get mad at LMAO there's a reason i don't use twitter

this being said i will still laugh about it a little. imagine getting mad over a throwaway line in someone's bio having a little fun while also asking people "hey don't repost my work." imagine said line also being a quote from the voice of mario in the 1989 super mario bros. super show running a 90s anti-drug psa. now imagine how silly you suddenly sound

#i mean if nothing else i should thank them for reading my pinned i guess !#anyways this all being said i am turning anon off for now until my radar thing goes away lol im sure everyone understands #sorry for all the textposts today too im not normally this chatty nor do i want to make a habit of it but yknow how it is sometimes #personal.txt #if you are going to send me anon hate in future though psa make sure its about something dumb and/or funny

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pianta · 2 years

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I relate quite a bit to your struggles with reposters,, I had to once deal with a girl who reposted my work and after I kindly asked her to delete it because I am not comfortable with reposts she ended up editing and reposting even more of my art, insulting me and harassing me in the posts as well, saying lies about me and horrid things. Then when I called it out and asked my followers to report and block them, I was called by many including her a bully lmao because I called them out to my 'many followers' . Anyway, I'm sorry you're dealing with all of that, you and your work deserve proper respect 💕

omg i'm so sorry it happened to you as well. I'm just so baffled at how nasty and entitled people can get, it can honestly feel so shitty and disrespectful esp cus art can be so so personal. all you did was stand up for yourself. it's your work and you get to decide what happens to it. ppl should respect that! hope you had a good support system to fall back on during all that :( 💗

#ask

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luminous-jade-skies · 1 year

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Future plans!

Concerning where I’m posting

So for context:

I usually post on Ao3 and link chapters here, however due to recent developments I will no longer post there and will be posting here directly instead.

I made a previous post concerning why I had to lock my Ao3 account (here). I’ve deleted all my stories except for I Soar in Your Skies (as all the chapters here are linked there), and that will be the only story I update there.

It’s extremely saddening for me since I loved posting on Ao3. And I’ll probably want to take a bit of time to consolidate all my works (that I have haphazardly scattered across different writing programs and platforms). Hopefully it won’t take long.

Concerning future fics (what you’re probably interested about)

I will continue I Soar in Your Skies. It’s a project I’m determined to finish even if I have to take extremely long breaks in between. I’ll try to be more consistent, however since I have so many other things going on in my life it would be difficult. I do want to thank everyone who’s still following (for some reason) and hope you continue to support it, it means a great lot! 🙇🏻‍♀️❤️

I still remember One Desire exists, my absolutely depraved smut fic, however I’ve decided that it will not be a priority update. I find it difficult to write smut consistently because it heavily depends on my mood. If you’re following that one, I’m sorry but I wouldn’t hope 😅

I’ve been playing Honkai Star Rail and have become extremely obsessed with Jing Yuan. You can expect fics about him coming soon! I already have one planned.

If you’ve any questions or suggestions then by all means, dm me! If any links are broken do let me know as well! I noticed that the links for One Desire no longer work due to my deleting them from Ao3. If enough people request, I will repost it here (I write such long chapters it gets so painful to repost I’m sorry lmao)

Conclusions

So that’s about it for now. Still extremely saddened by the situation at Ao3, and the fact that I better leave for the protection of my future works. I never realised the fan fiction community could be used like this and it makes me incredibly angry.

I hope to have more interaction with you all! Building and joining a community really helps to keep the spirit alive ❤️

Thanks for reading ✨

#updates #announcement #ljs #writing #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #genshin impact #I soar in your skies #zhongli #one desire #Xiao #genshin impact x reader #smut #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr jing yuan #fanfic #reader inserts

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sailingmakai · 4 months

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𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘗𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙.

REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME: Sev

PRONOUNS : She/They!

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : Mostly Discord, but I can do tumblr too if needed/preferred

NAME OF MUSE(s) : Akira Kurusu! (For this blog anyway; if you wanted Discord we'd be here a while lmao)

EXPERIENCE / HOW LONG ( MONTHS / YEARS? ) : RP, since 2013-ish. My first-ever blog was made around there, and I've been RPing ever since, but I've been writing for a good few years before that. I'd saaaay maybe four or five? I can't check since I deleted all my oldest stuff, but it's around there.

BEST EXPERIENCE : In general, I'd say an RP I did with a pair of friends from another fandom with another muse from years ago - where my muse was being chased down by a worried friend after having run away (after either hurting them or BEING hurt, can't recall), and was offered a deal with the demon sin of Gluttony, which he took and has since forever regretted - that one took until 4am and was one of my favorites~ I don't think I've had something that's made me stay up that late just to get more of it, since.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : I definitely hate when people control my character - taking them and making them act or move more than just briefly describing them taking a thing in a plot/thread where we both know they're gonna take the thing.

One dealbreaker I have though - Guilt trips. I've had people do this to me before where for whatever reason, I didn't really wanna thread something - either the thread itself wasn't something I wanted to do or I just plain didn't vibe with their muse and made an effort to tell them as politely as possible that I didn't think my muse would be able to interact well, if at all, with theirs. And always, ALWAYS the response would be them going to their blog, and vague-posting about me and how I should be writing with THEM if I wanted to rp so bad, as well as people guilting me into refollowing them after deciding I didn't want to follow them after all, usually for the above reasons of 'my muses won't gel with theirs after all, whoops'. Basically - if you knowingly, intentionally, try to leverage my anxiety as a means to keep me interacting with you, you can consider me gone. For good.

MUSE PREFERENCES FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT : Fluff and angst are both amazing. Smut... Technically I'm okay with smut as a concept, but given the characters here are early-20's at best, and canonically in the range of 17, I do not want it on my blog in any capacity. I will block you if you try. Romance is fine, don't get me wrong! I love doing soft fluffy romance~! But I ain't doing no sideways tango shit with anyone but my old Layton buddies, because all our muses there are grown men and women in their 30's and 40's at LEAST.

PLOTS OR MEMES : Plots. I am... extraordinarily bad at writing non-serious stuff. Even when I TRY to do sillies, they always come out serious. Sigh.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : I can do both! Buuuut if we thread a thread long enough my replies WILL steadily grow stupid long. I don't know why. It just... happens... ;w;

BEST TIME TO WRITE : Any time! All time! As long as I'm awake! I have endless free time due to being pretty damn unhireable due to a perfect storm of people-based social anxiety, poor memory, and inability to develop marketable skills!

But yes - I'm awake and online pretty regularly any time between 9am and 12am Newfoundland time.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : God I wish. I do channel a little bit of myself into them, and I wouldn't be surprised if that shows, but I'm nothing like Akira, nor any of his au's I've got in here. Don't have enough spine for that, lmao.

TAGGED BY : Stolen from @soulsbetrayed!

TAGGING : Go ham, my darlings

#pt; anchors weighed #pt; about mun

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strayed-quokka · 2 years

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hi 💕

are you going to go through with rewriting felixs story in your series? i really enjoyed it so i wasn't sure what made you decide that.

i really like your work btw

hello 💕

Honestly, yeah, it's looking that way LMAO. I started writing Seungmin's and it's just... so much better. I feel like I didn't do Felix justice, and given the direction the story takes, he deserves at least that.

I'm still deciding if I should delete the old version entirely or just title it accordingly and direct everyone to the new one when I post it. Right now I'm heavily into writing Seungmin's though so I think I may aim to finish it before revisiting Felix's story and then I'll repost Felix and update Seungmin's right after.

If anyone has any thoughts on if I should just delete Felix's old or keep it as an archived little piece on the blog let me know ✨

#ask #lennon answers #the oddinary series

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selfcarecap · 3 years

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Big Dick Energy [p.p]

Summary: Peter overhears you say something, making him worry about the size of his dick.

This was just a super random idea i had and i thought it was just cr*ck my mind would forget in 20 minutes, but suddenly i turned it into a whole one shot sksjsh don’t judge me (if this is your first fic of mine that you’re reading... pls go read another one first to decide if you like my writing lmaoo😭)

Warnings: this was not supposed to be anything serious lmao, this has smut but ... idk the talk leading up to the smut is the weird thing here ahah, um squirting, mention of blood, sorry if there’s weird spacing, i’m posting this on my phone. Overuse of the word dick. Peter referring to his dick as ‘he’?

word count: 3.8k

-this is a repost of an old fic- idek if i like it but it had over 1k notes so i figured some people don’t want it deleted?

gif not mine <3

Peter isn‘t eavesdropping. He just feels like he‘s been neglecting his enhanced hearing lately, so he wants to appreciate it more by putting it to good use— by listening to your voice. He loves your voice.

He just so happens to listen to you while you‘re having a rather private conversation with your friend Betty.

“So she told me they had sex for the first time last night and she said it was really as big as she‘s seen in porn, and there was blood everywhere,“ Betty says, a dramatic tone in her voice.

Even though your back is turned to him he can picture you scrunching up your nose, “Oh god. People don’t say have your first time with someone who has a small dick for no reason.”

Peter’s eyes immediately drift down to his lap.

Wait what? He thought girls preferred big dicks and now they prefer small dicks? He thought his dick size was never something he had to worry about, as his dick always seemed quite decent to him. If anything he did worry that he’s not quite big enough, and now he might be too big?

That night he sits down on his bed with a ruler and his phone.

Turns out he’s at least average, even a little above - depending on the website. He frowns when he measures his hard dick for the third time. It’s not going to get smaller the more he measures, so he pulls his pants pack up and goes to bed with a frown. He doesn’t even want to jerk off anymore.

All he can think of is you, and not in the way you would expect while he’s hard. He can’t touch himself while he’s worried about you not liking his dick. He wants you to like his dick.

Oh. And then there’s the fact that you’re not even together, so you might never see his dick. But Peter is nothing if not hopeful.

Then Peter’s mind starts racing. What if you were talking from experience? What if you have had sex already? You two are best friends, but you’re still a guy and a girl, and talking about sex is already awkward enough when Peter and Ned talk about it, so he never thought about talking about sex with you. Not that he has much to talk about anyway.

He wouldn’t care if you’ve had sex already, he wouldn’t judge you. But his blood boils when you just hug another guy, so thinking about you having sex with another guy, and not telling him on top of that, makes him want to punch something.

Peter barely sleeps that night.

He just can’t stop thinking about it.

He must have misunderstood you. He was so sure that big dicks are considered good, and small dicks are bad. Why would you suddenly prefer a small dick? He tries to replay your conversation he overheard earlier in his head, but all he can remember is you talking about having sex with someone with a small dick.

Maybe you were being sarcastic, and he didn’t get it because he couldn’t see your expression.

Peter was never one to worry about his dick. Now he hears you say one sentence and he thinks about it for days. He’ll have to ask you about it or he’ll go crazy.

You’re studying together a few days later, separately doing your college assignments. Peter finished his studying a few minutes ago, and now he’s just waiting for you to be done, so he can ask you… about dicks. He tries not to think about it too much, otherwise he’ll chicken out.

He’s distracting himself with some Subway Surfers to pass the time, and he doesn’t notice how you clear up all your papers. All he knows is you’re doing a whole body stretch right next to him, your limbs spreading out over the bed- and now him.

He’s about to break his record on the game when your arm brushes against his thigh, dangerously close to his lap.

Peter drops his phone, jumping as you touch him.

“You okay?” You ask, turning around to face him.

“Y-yeah, I didn’t notice you were done already.”

“Yup. All done for the weekend. So, what do you wanna do?” You’re lying on your belly now, head resting on your folded arms.

Peter tries to find the words he wants to say to you. He’s about to ask if you were being serious when you said it, but then he remembers he was eavesdropp—... appreciating his enhanced hearing, and you don’t know he was listening at the time.

“Um, I heard, actually I read something the other day and I wanted to ask you about it.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“But it’s a weird topic, and it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it or something.”

“Why, what is it?” you ask, sitting up. You lean against the headboard next to him.

“Uhh well. I read that girls- that girls. Uh, when they have... sex, they try to have sex with a guy who has a small dick. And I thought, well, I thought that girls like big dicks. So, uhm, I was just wondering what you, as a girl, think about that.”

You stifle a laugh. You thought Peter was about to ask something serious.

“Actually, Betty and I were talking about the other day. One of her friends wanted to have sex, and she wanted to quickly have her first time to get it over with. And she apparently chose a guy with the biggest dick ever, and she was so surprised that it hurt.”

“Wait what?” Peter asks.

“So, if you want to have sex, then it makes sense to go for a guy with a small dick because it hurts less,” you explain with a shrug.

“Oh. Ok. Yeah, that makes sense. Wait so it’s just because of the pain during the first times?”

“Yeah.”

“But what if your boyfriend has a big dick. I mean would you have your first time with a guy who has a small dick? Um, assuming you haven’t had sex yet,” he mumbles the last part. Even though he knows you’ve never even kissed anyone.

“Of course I would. No girl goes around asking boys how big their dicks are to determine who she should have her first time with. It’s more of a joke, or if anything just for people who want to get it over with, their first time, I mean,” you see Peter slowly become less tense.

“So yeah, of course I’d have my first time with a guy with a big dick as long as I love him. But honestly I kind of have hope that it's not going to hurt too much anyway. If I liked the guy I’m with then I should be.. you know,” you motion with your hand, hoping he knows what you’re trying to say.

“Um. I don’t know where you’re going with this,” he shoots you an apologetic smile.

“I just mean, I hope I’ll be wet enough anyway, so that it just … like… slides in.”

“Oh- yeah of course, mhm,” Peter swallows and looks away.

“Why?” you ask, as the purpose of his questioning slowly sinks in, “Are you afraid that your dick is too big?” You purposely lie down on his thighs that are stretched across the bed.

He doesn’t look at you.

You sit up again, “Wait really? Can I see?” It just slips out, you don’t know why you said it. But also, you really do want to see.

“What, no!” He pulls his legs against his chest, “It’s not big, but it’s not small either. I was just wondering because of what you said- what I read, I mean.”

“So it’s like average?”

“I don’t know how many inches exactly,” you raise your eyebrows, and his cheeks turn a deep red, “but I guess a bit more than average.”

“The thing is, Peter, I don’t know much about... dicks or how big average is,” He doesn’t say anything, so you try again, “You’re just gonna tell me about your dick and then not let me see it? That’s kinda mean. I’m your best friend, don’t you trust me?”

You don’t know why you’re so persistent about this. If any other guy told you this much about his dick you would have kicked him by now.

“That’s not- that’s not how it works.”

You can tell Peter doesn’t want to show you his dick. But you also know him, and he’s not truly uncomfortable. He’s just a little embarrassed. You’ll stop as soon as you sense that he’s genuinely upset.

You’re about to make a joke, but he says something first, “It- he’s not fully hard right now, so you wouldn’t see him in the um required state for sex-”

“Not fully hard? But a bit hard? And.. he?”

“I can’t control it, okay? And I can’t call him it. He has quite a personality, you know?” Peter says, a slight smile on his lips before he pushes a pillow against his face, letting it fall into his lap afterwards.

“But wouldn’t... he be in the ideal state like that? It.. or he won’t be too big so that it would seem intimidating, you know?

You really want to see Peter’s dick. You don’t know why, but you do. You’re really trying to convince your best friend to show you his dick.

“Anyway, it wouldn’t be fair. So I show you my dick but what do I get in return?”

Without so much as a second thought, you pull up your shirt, exposing your chest. You’re not wearing a bra, and your nipples harden against the cool air. Peter’s eyes go wide, and he pouts when you drop the hem of your shirt again.

“Now you,” you smile, voice a bit quiet.

“Woah- wow. I was not expecting that. You weren’t wearing a bra this whole time?”

“Nope.” You pull your legs against your chest, feeling your nipples poke against your shirt uncomfortably.

“O-okay,” Peter says.

He throws the pillow that was on his lap off the bed, readjusting his sitting position. You see his fingers tremble as he undoes his belt.

“Hey, Pete, wait. You don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable. We can just forget it.“

He gives you a shy smile, “No, it’s only fair. A deal’s a deal.”

You lick your lips in anticipation, and it feels like he unzips his jeans in slow motion.

A few seconds pass while he pulls down his jeans and boxers in one go, and then he’s holding his hard cock in his hand. It’s glistening at the tip.

Your breath hitches but you try not to seem too bothered. “You’re right, it’s definitely not small. But... I think I could take that,” you say, surprising yourself.

“Y-yeah?”

“Mhm,” you nod, getting under the blanket and pulling off your sweatpants.

“W-what, right now?”

“Yeah. C’mere.”

Peter joins you under the blanket, getting between your legs.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask, and he nods eagerly.

You move to place your hands on his cheeks but his lips are already on yours. Your heart beats wildly as his lips move against your own.

He’s only semi stable on top of you, holding himself up awkwardly, with his cock in his hand, holding it back so it doesn’t touch you.

You notice his hand and look up at him, “It’s okay.”

He reluctantly lets go of his cock and you reach down, wrapping your hand around him.

You start jerking him off, unsure if he’s enjoying it, “Does that feel okay?”

He takes your hand, bringing it up to his mouth. He licks up your palm shyly and guides it back down to his cock.

This time he lets out a breathy moan as you go up and down his cock. He looks so beautiful with his eyebrows scrunched together, biting his lip.

“Wait, I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.”

“Okay,” you smile nervously, dropping your hand. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling your panties to the side so you can find out what it feels like to have him inside of you.

Peter looks down and smiles, leaning down to kiss you again.

His cock brushes against your inner thigh for a second, and a weird feeling shoots through your whole body. You immediately let go of your panties, letting them slide back in place, and you roll to the side, away from Peter.

“Wait, I’m not ready. Sorry.”

He backs off as soon as you say that, “No don’t apologise. I- I don’t really know if I was ready either.”

You stare at each other for a few seconds, Peter clutching the blanket while he pulls his boxers back up.

“Sorry,” you repeat, feeling bad for leading him on.

“Don’t say that, there’s really no need,” he smiles.

You lick your lips as you see the bulge straining against his underwear, scooting closer to him, “I could still... help you with that.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I kinda liked watching you when I was touching you just now.”

A blush coats his cheeks, and he can’t help but smile, “If you’re sure you want to, then yes please.”

You nod, pulling his cock from his boxers, spitting in your hand as you start again.

Peter leans back on his hands, throwing his head back as your thumb rubs over the tip.

Once you get a good rhythm, you look into his eyes, and he can’t seem to look away, even though he’s blushing up to the tips of his ears.

“Fuck I-” He squeezes his eyes shut as thick ropes of cum shoot out of his cock, painting his grey shirt. You barely manage to hold in your own moans as Peter tips his head back, groaning as he cums more.

You slow your movements when Peter opens his eyes again, looking refreshed. Letting go of his softening cock, you wipe your hand on his shirt. He pulls his boxers back in place, looking down at his shirt with a red glow on his face.

“Um, I should probably...” he mumbles, pulling the shirt over his head and throwing it to the floor.

You give him some space, scooting to the other side of the bed with your ankles crossed.

“What about you?” He asks, licking his lips.

“What about me?” I-I’m fine,” you say, hoping he doesn’t notice how horny you still are.

“I can kinda see how wet you are,” he smiles.

You close your legs quickly, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“I don’t have to but uh. I can try to make you feel good.”

You think for a second, looking down at his legs.

“You know, I always liked your thighs.”

“My thighs?”

“Mhm,” you crawl over to him, straddling his leg. Your pussy is pulsing already, and you hope he can’t feel it, “Is this okay?”

He still looks a little confused, but he nods, pulling you closer, your pussy rubbing up against his thigh in the process, and you hope he doesn’t hear the small whimper that slips out.

With the way he smiles at you, you can’t tell if he heard or if he’s just smiling because you’re straddling him and you’re half naked.

You wrap your arms around his neck, and you start making out again. It’s more steady this time and after a while you feel comfortable enough to start grinding against his leg.

His hands wander down to your ass, supporting the movement of your hips.

He pulls away shortly, “Fuck, you’re hot,” he whispers, and crashes his lips against yours again.

You’re so wet that it doesn’t matter how you move, as long as there’s some kind of friction. But when Peter starts flexing his thigh you wonder how you ever got off without that feeling.

You try to keep on kissing him, only so his eyes remain shut.

You’re not too shy to shamelessly grind against his thigh but you can’t have him watching you so closely while you do it.

When you can no longer concentrate on making out with him, you bury your face in his neck. For the first time you notice that you can hear how wet you are.

But Peter flexes his thigh again, and before you can become embarrassed by how horny you are, the pleasure takes over.

You bite into his shoulder to muffle your moans as you keep grinding against him, your pussy pulsing against his muscles.

Peter kisses the side of your face once you stop moving. You pull back, not daring to look at him, and you bashfully get off of him. You’re surprised that his thigh isn’t coated in your arousal.

You finally look up at Peter who has nothing but adoration in his eyes. He tries to get words out but he’s speechless, making you giggle.

“God, I’ve never been this wet. Do you think you could...” you stop before the words leave your mouth.

“What?”

“Nevermind.”

“No, tell me,” he insists, a hand on your leg.

“So... I’ve never fingered myself, mainly because I can’t find the right angle, but I was thinking since I’m really wet and you have a different perspective and better angle maybe you could…”

“Finger you?”

“Only if you want to,” you brush a hand over your hair.

“Yeah- yes of course.” He eagerly gets between your thighs, a bright smile on his face.

As you slip out of your panties you’re nearly embarrassed to see what a mess you made in them.

He stares at your dripping pussy for a bit, and you see a new bulge forming under his boxers.

“Peter?” You nudge him.

“Yeah- sorry, so um, is it here?”

He spreads your legs, placing his index finger right at your entrance.

“Yeah, right there.”

He starts sliding his finger in, slow at first. But with all your arousal he slides all the way in right away, shooting you a worried look to see if it hurts.

“Can you do another finger?”

“Mhm. Tell me if it hurts.” He changes the position of his hand, sliding in another finger.

You arch your back, pushing against him, “Can you um. Can you-” you’ve forgotten nearly every word from how good he feels.

He guesses what you want, and he guesses correctly, his fingers now thrusting into you at a slow pace.

“Yeah- just faster,” you say.

You feel his thumb on your pussy, not doing anything, and it distracts you from the delicious feeling of his fingers inside of you.

“Can you do something else with your thumb,” you complain, and Peter’s mouth falls open as if he’s been caught red handed.

“I-I‘ve seen that in porn so I thought it might feel good but uh.”

“If you’re looking for my clit, that’s here,” you guide him. You’re so wet and swollen, it feels like he could just rest his thumb on your clit for a few minutes and you’d cum.

He gets into it again, his tongue pressing against his lip in concentration as he fingers you.

Peter is good at following your instructions, getting even quicker and more rough every time you ask him to.

His thumb brushes against your clit with every thrust and it adds to that special feeling that brings you closer to your release with every second.

You’re scrunching your shirt between your fingers harder with every time Peter moves his fingers in and out of your wet pussy. You whine when he hits a particularly deep spot inside of you, and he presses his fingertips even deeper inside of you.

Peter pushes his fingers up and into you and suddenly you feel the urge to—

With a high pitched gasp you squirt all over Peter’s chest, as the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had washes through you.

Your mouth hangs open, so does Peter’s. While his eyes tell you this is the hottest thing he’s ever seen you can’t stop the embarrassment you feel just a second after your orgasm is over.

“Wow-” he starts.

“I’m so sorry,” you say at the same time.

“W-what, no? What? I deliberately did that. That was so sexy, no need to say sorry at all.”

“How do you know how to make a girl squirt?”

He blushes, his fingers still inside of you, “I, when I googled the thing about um dick sizes I came across the whole C spot thing.”

“It’s G.”

“What?”

“Nothing. You’re cute,” you say. You press your lips against his, but his fingers push into you further again and you jump.

“Sorry,” Peter mumbles, pulling his fingers out of you. He casually licks his fingers that are coated in your arousal, humming to himself at the taste.

You don’t comment on it, fearing you’ll become horny again if you think about it too much.

He lets you go to the bathroom first, and when you come back you see his stained shirt on the floor.

“Should I help you wash that? It’d be a bit awkward if May found that in the washing.”

“Oh yeah, thanks. Uh I’ll just do it.”

He comes back a few minutes later in a fresh shirt and boxers, the bulge now gone. After throwing his wet t-shirt over the radiator he joins you on the bed.

You both lie there in silence, tired but also tense as you wonder what this means.

“You know for some reason I always imagine having my first time with you. Even though, up until today at least, I didn’t think of you as more than a friend,” you admit, quickly adding, “I mean if today even meant something…”

“I hope it did. It meant something to me,” he says.

“Good.” You take his hand, and you smile at each other.

“I always imagine having sex for the first time with you too. That’s why I was so worried in the first place when I heard that girls are so concerned about the pain and would prefer someone with a small dick for their first time... So you don’t think my dick is too big?”

You giggle, “Your dick is perfect, Peter. And I’m sure we’ll make it fit once we’re both ready.”

“So you want us to be together?” He asks, hopeful.

You simply kiss him, your hands cupping his cheeks. You feel him smile into the kiss.

“You just made me squirt, Pete. You’re not going anywhere,” you smile.

“Good, because I wasn’t planning on leaving,” he says before he kisses you silly.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker x you #spiderman x reader #peter parker #fem!reader #selfcarecap #let me quickly post this at an unconvenient time 💀

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gxccitete · 3 years

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wandasleftshoe · 3 years

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Too Young Too Burn

Mobius x Female Reader

A/N: so my account was deleted lmao and this is a re-upload. this post was originally getting some likes so I decided to repost it, and hopefully this time my stuff doesn’t wack out. But for first time readers, this is my first ever fic lol! I was cracked out on nicotine and red bull when I wrote it, so it might be all over the place. alsooooo if any of u like this, I turned on my asks so feel free to request something! I’ll do any Marvel character, male/female/gender neutral, so feel free to ask lol turns out I enjoy writing

Word Count: 2.5k

Triggers: bad language, kinda sort angst, a tragedy ending in suicide, death

It started off as a simple school boy crush.

She was a new member to the office, a new analyst that would train alongside Mobius, nothing was supposed to come of it but a friendly coworker relationship. (The only kind of relationship allowed in the office, the Time Lizards have sticks up their asses.) The first day he met her, she was in a standard TVA uniform, beige slacks and a button up shirt of another drab color. Though when she entered the room, an air of confidence came with her, sweeping him off his feet like something out of a Midgard fairytale. She was introduced to him as [y/n] [y/l], newest to the TVA’s section of analysts, preferring to study dangerous variants, much like himself. He was immediately taken by her attention to detail, he felt her eyes studying him the entire time his bosses boss introduced them to each other.

Her attention to detail, as mentioned before, was brought to his attention when she mentioned his hands fiddling with the hem of his blazer. She noted that he didn’t give off a nervous energy, but with the way his hands were going you would have thought that the boss had caught him doing something he wasn’t supposed to. As they continued their conversation, more and more was pointed out that he didn’t even notice himself; she seemed to be a perfect fit for his team.

Their first day consisted of standard paperwork and the general office tour, Mobius introduced her to his boss, Ravonna Renslayer, as well as a strew of other office members they pasted in the hall that Mobius could remember a name for. Let’s be real, he just rambled on so that he could try to forget how kindly she smiled at him and how her eyes twinkled when talking about the job at hand. He thought if he could get past the first day and the excitement of gaining a new coworker, the odd feeling creeping into his heart would go away.

As the day went on and he got to know his new coworker better, he believed the relationship would grow into an unstoppable workforce bond. As the nice coworker he is and to start this unstoppable force off right, he offered to buy her dinner at a restaurant not far from the office (totally not to hang out with her for a little while longer). The time they spent both at the office and eating dinner, Mobius couldn’t quite help but find this new girl fascinating and for lack of a better term, lovely.

But it was just a school boy crush, right?

Time went on, sooner rather than later, Mobius and [y/n] found themselves working together quite often on cases. New cases left and right, most of them being Loki variants, surprise surprise. The more difficult they grew, the more time Mobius spent with the (not so) new girl. Between late nights in the office and many almost death situations, the two found themselves becoming close friends amongst the sea of the neverending bureaucracy. Though still as before, he felt that odd feeling in his heart growing stronger each time she brought him his coffee just the way he liked it or added fuel to his jetski fantasies.

What solidified that feeling in his chest was the night he and [y/n] went on a smaller mission by themselves, July 29th, 1890.

It was a clear night, though somber, both knowing what was supposed to happen. The air was warm and the moon was shining bright over the quiet fields of Auvers-sur-Oise. No, they weren’t looking for a variant of Vincent, he did indeed die tragically in this nexus event. No, no, they were looking for the person who burned all of his paintings in a rage, hence throwing off the timeline. Without the paintings, no memory of Van Gogh would be left for the future, and that’s not how the Time Lizards wanted it to be. So they were there, under the melancholy skies of France.

It was taking longer than planned, they ended up having to spend the night in an old cabin near the edge of the old town. A slow fire burned in the den of the cabin where [y/n] was reading, while Mobius was trying to find some sort of food to keep the two of them from going to bed with their stomachs rumbling. To no avail, there was nothing in the abandoned cabin so he gave in and entered the den of the cabin. There, he was met with the serene and abnormally domestic [y/n] in front of him. Usually the new girl was like a chicken with it’s head cut off; running around the office to put her wild theories to the test or just the general hectic vibe that went along with their job that made her hair stick out on all sides of her head from her running her hands through it in frustration. But this scene sitting quietly in front of him was something he didn’t know he wanted in his life. She was sitting on the ancient furniture with a book in her hands, hair down and surrounding her face in a way that made his heart palpitate. She was relaxed for once, not an ounce of stress weighing on her shoulders as she immersed herself in the world of whatever book she found on the old shelves. He could even see that her work shirt was untucked and her shoes were off, showing off her mix matched socks. He didn’t even know mix matched socks were a thing, but she pulled them off perfectly.

She looked up when he hadn’t said anything for a solid 4 and a half minutes, he was too busy taking in the scene in front of him to notice he was just open mouth staring at her. It didn’t bother her really, though silence with Mobius around was quite unheard of, so she filled it.

“Suis-je trop vieux pour alimenter cette passion et la laisser me consumer - ou suis-je encore trop jeune pour savoir quels dommages cela fera?”

“I’m sorry, w-what?”

“Am I too old to throw fuel onto this passion and let it consume me — or am I still too young to know what damage that will do?” She said again, in english this time. She knew he could understand her, everyone in the TVA could speak and understand a multitude of languages. She just wanted to see what his reaction would be when she said it to him. “It’s a quote from this diary. The person who wrote it was in their mid 20s when they did this entry, they’re writing of their partner. They were in love, but poor and couldn’t afford to be married. The writer got an offer to marry into a wealthy family, but they turned it down, hoping for everything to work out in the end.”

The explanation of the words she spoke before hit Mobius a little harder than they should have, the author of the diary was caught between a rock and hard place. Much like he found himself in right now, even if he refused to believe it before tonight. Seeing the domestic life he could have right in front of him made his head spin, his heart hurt, and his love for his job lessen a bit. He was grateful to the Time Lizards for creating him, for giving him the life he has in the TVA, but seeing what life could be like on Earth startled him. He didn’t know he wanted it until it was right in front of him, taunting him like a cat chasing a laser light. A life on Earth, with the girl sitting right in front of him; that was all he wanted. Jetski be damned (not really, he would love to have a jetski alongside this lifestyle). Even if he couldn’t live a normal life on the Sacred Timeline, he wanted to be with her. After all this time getting to know her and the little details of her soul between official meetings and paperwork piles, he finally realized what that feeling was in this moment.

But he knew it could never happen. Not here, not in the TVA. It simply wasn’t allowed. So he swallowed his feelings, but he never forgot that sweet, peaceful night. They talked, laughed, and even cried together that night, both of them tucking that memory in their hearts and reliving it in times when they most missed the feeling they didn’t know they could miss.

Again, time passed from that night in France, they did eventually catch the variant and reset the timeline. After, they only grew closer as the late nighter grew later and newer, tougher missions appeared on their radar. Their biggest being the Loki variant killing more and more Minute Men, and the case was beginning to take a turn. They brought in a new Loki variant, one front 2012 just after the attack on New York. He was cunning and a very good liar, but he grew on both Mobius and [y/n]. It wasn’t long before they actually found the dangerous Loki variant with 2012 Loki on their side, but he betrayed them and followed the other Loki into the portal, losing both a friend and a lead.

This devastated Mobius, it was his last chance to prove to the Time Lizards that their Loki could be trusted, that he was changing and doing good for the TVA. But he’s a Loki, and they all should have guessed something was going to happen. But they guessed what would happen next.

They found the two variants, out of sheer luck in the Lamentis apocalypse. When both were brought in, it wasn't long before all hell let loose. Mobius found out the TVA was actually just made up of variants, they were all variants, and none of this was what it had been told to them. It was all lies. At first it gutted him, he didn’t believe Loki, but after some snooping, he found out they weren’t lying. Then, hope sparked in his chest. Life without the TVA meant, eventually, he could live out his domestic dream. With the girl of his dreams, [y/n].

With the (fragile) trust in Loki and hope in his heart for a new life with [y/n], he flew into action. He busted Loki out of the loop he had originally put him in, and swapping his Tempad with Renslayer, he now had the proof that Loki was telling the truth. With this renewed faith in his friend, he was going to expose the truth to everyone. They had a right to know, they had a right to their former memories. They had a right to free will.

Only, he didn’t get that far. Suddenly, he and Loki were being escorted to Renslayers office. If there’s one thing about Mobius, he had good intuition, and the feeling he had in his gut was telling him something was very wrong. Of course Renslayer knew he switched their Tempads, he knew he wouldn’t have much time, but it felt like only a matter of minutes before he was caught. He didn’t even have time to go find [y/n] and explain to her what was going on, he didn’t have time to tell her his feelings, and he knew he was going to get pruned if Renslayer found out before he could spread the truth.

But once he stepped into Renslayer’s office, the feeling in his gut froze, sending goosebumps all over his body.

Not only were he and Loki standing in the middle of her office, but so was [y/n]. She was thrashing against G-17, who had her in a chokehold. The scene made his blood boil, [y/n] had no idea what was going on, she was innocent. The thought of anything happening to her gutted him, he wasn’t going to let that happen.

“I uh, I think I grabbed yours by mistake,” he starts out, trying to get out of this smoothly, but he knew Renslayer was going to take that obvious lie, he was no god of mischief. She gave him a cold look that only the devil himself could forge, and ordered D-90 to take the Tempad from him, shaking her head at Mobius in disappointment.

“Mobius, what’s going on?” [y/n] asked, her voice wasn’t faltering, but her usually confident demeanor was gone. She was worried, she knew something bad was going to happen, she knew something was going on with the two variants, it just hadn’t been disclosed how fucked the situation was. All Mobius wanted to do was take her away from this place and tell her what she meant to him. Before anything could happen to him.

“Tell her, Mobius. Tell her how you’ve betrayed the TVA and joined forces with the two Loki Variants. Tell her how you betrayed her trust,” Renslayer says with a silver tongue, looking coldly at not only Loki (the usual) but also Mobius, a look he’s never received from her before on any other occasion than a joke. He could feel his time ticking away, he could only stall so much and there was nothing left to stall. All he had was the truth.

“Look, [y/n], they’re all lying to us. We’re all variants, all of us, they took us from the Timeline. This place- this place isn’t what we think it is.” He says, begging her with his voice to believe him. In all the time they’ve known each other, this is the first time he’s begged her. Though he didn’t need to, [y/n] trusted Mobius with her whole being. Time and time again, she’s saved his ass and he hers. They were bonded in a way she didn’t know was humanly possible, she knew he wouldn’t lie to her. She felt it in her soul he was telling the truth.

“I believe you.” Her voice was soft, even in this terrifying moment, she still found a way to calm him with a gentle smile even as she was being held by the throat.

But that was all taken away when he saw the pointed end of the pruning stick going through her. A guttural roar that escaped him was animalistic, loud enough that surely the entirety of the TVA heard it. Her body was thrown to the ground by D-90, and it took every Minute Men in the room to hold Mobius back from Renslayer. That was it, his whole future ripped away from him right before his eyes, and he didn’t even get to tell her every secret feeling he held for her. No promises of the future they could have together without the TVA. There was nothing left.

He didn’t even hear Renslayer telling one of the Minute Men to prune him through his weeping, and before he knew it, a searing pain took over him.

#mobius #mobius x reader #loki #loki Ła #mobius marvel #mobius m mobius #marvel #mcu fanfiction #mcu x reader

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hxlyhead-harpies · 3 years

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Fearless (S.H.)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: Steve tries to make your ruined prom night a little bit better. Based on Fearless by Taylor Swift

Word Count: 2,1k

Warnings: None

A/n: this was previously posted on my old blog @/kissingsucks. I deleted that blog a while ago but I want to repost some of my old work from there. It’s been slightly edited because it kind sucked lmao

You honestly didn’t know why you thought this night would go well. You’d spent hours getting ready; perfectly curling your hair, painstakingly applying makeup, and slipping into your beautiful deep red dress. You and Robin had sat giggling in your room and listening to music, preparing for the night ahead: prom. You hadn’t wanted to go, but Robin insisted. Neither of you had gone to many dances throughout high school and she decided that the two of you needed the ‘experience’. So you begrudgingly agreed and bought a pretty dress from Macy’s at the mall the next town over. After getting ready the two of you sat on your porch, waiting for your ride. Eventually, Steve pulled up in his car and stuck his head out the window.

“Wow, you two clean up nice!” He yelled. You and Robin laughed before hopping in. You called shotgun and Robin climbs into the back, mumbling under her breath. Steve turned up the radio before speeding off towards the school.

•••

Steve pulls up in front of Hawkins High and turns to you and Robin.

“Ok both of you,” he says in a mock authoritative tone. You see Robin roll her eyes and a smile creeps across your face.

“No drinking, no drugs, and you must keep a three-inch distance between you and your dance partners,” he says, listing each rule off on his fingers.

“Ok dad,” Robin replies sarcastically. You chuckle before jumping out of the car.

“We’ll be fine Steve,” you assure him. He sighs before reminding you that he’ll pick you and Robin up at eleven. The two of you wave and he drives off.

“I wish we could’ve convinced him to come,” you say to Robin as the two of you make your way to the front door. Robin shrugs before replying, “he graduated last year he’s probably too embarrassed to show up here”. You nod, knowing that it’s probably the truth. But deep down you wished he would decide to come along. When Robin had suggested attending prom, you had imagined the three of you dancing in the middle of the dance floor. Steve in a gorgeous, well-fitting suit. It was a silly fantasy. A result of an even sillier crush on Steve Harrington. It had developed over the summer. You had worked at Scoops Ahoy along with him and Robin, and there was just something about watching him flirt with girls in the stupid sailor costume that made you blush. You thought you did a pretty good job at hiding it but you were convinced Robin knew. Though Steve still seemed oblivious, and for that you were glad. You didn’t want to destroy your friendship. You and Robin push open the doors to the gym and step inside. The dance was themed “city lights” and the gym was adorned with metallic streamers and colorful lights. You smiled widely, and step in, high hopes for the night ahead.

•••

But here you are, an hour later, sitting alone on the bleachers. Prom had been fun for about fifteen minutes. You and Robin danced to Duran Duran and you were practically squealing with happiness. Then you went to grab a cup of punch. The line was long, it took you nearly five minutes to grab cups for you and Robin. You turned around, only to see her huddled in a corner with none other than Tammy Thompson. She was smiling wide and the two were speaking in hushed whispers. You sighed, realizing you couldn’t interrupt her now. If you did you know she’d kill you later. So you trek up the bleachers and drink both cups of punch. And you sit. And sit. And sit. You were too scared to dance alone, and nobody seemed interested in asking you to dance. Robin and Tammy were still off in their own world and there was no hope of stealing Robin back anytime soon. So you found the closest chaperone and asked to use one of the office phones.

•••

The phone rang once before he picks up.

“Hello?”

“Steve it’s (Y/n),” you reply.

“Hey, is everything ok?” He questions.

“Um…” You’re unsure how to answer. “Can you just come pick me up?” you say. You hear shuffling on the other end of the line.

“Yeah give me a few minutes and I’ll be over to pick you guys up,” he replies.

“It’s just me,” you tell him. “Robin is staying.” The shuffling stops.

“Oh. Well, I’ll be there soon anyway,” he says before the line goes dead. You smile at the chaperone and head outside to wait

•••

A mere fifteen minutes later Steve’s car pulls up. It had begun to rain and your hair had lost the artificial curls you’d spent hours perfecting. You sit on a bench out front, your hands crossed against your chest. As soon as you see him you jump up and practically run to the car. As soon as you got in Steve gives you a questioning look.

“Jeez y/n what happened to you.”

“Nothing Steve, it just got boring,” you reply in a huff. Steve furrows his eyebrows.

“Where’s Robin?” he questions.

“She’s talking to Tammy,” you reply and Steve nods, understanding dawning on him.

“No one else to talk to?” he questions. You shake your head.

“I only danced for like ten minutes it was so stupid,” you reply, letting your annoyance show in your tone. You heard Steve chuckle beside you. You steal a quick glance at him. He’s staring down at the steering wheel in front of him, hair in his eyes. Under the soft glow of the singular street light of the parking lot, he looks almost angelic.

“Well that’s not a real prom experience,” he says turning towards you. You shrug before averting your eyes, hoping he didn’t catch you staring. You sit in comfortable silence for a moment, and you wonder when Steve is going to put the car in drive. But instead, he suddenly turns up the random Janet Jackson song playing on the radio and throws open his door. He steps out into the rain, practically soaking his t-shirt immediately, and runs around to your side of the car. He opens your door and extends his hand to you.

“What are you doing Steve,” you question. He smiles widely before grabbing your hand and pulling you outside.

“I’m giving you the full prom experience,” he answers mischievously. You stand in front of him, feeling the cold rain run down your shoulders. Steve begins dancing badly, wildly jumping around and swinging his arms.

“Steve!” you yell, scanning the parking lot to make sure no one can see you.

“Come on Y/n! Have some fun!” he yells back at you. You hug your arms close to your chest. Not quite sure what to do. Steve runs over and grabs your hands, forcing you to jump along to the music with him. You giggle which causes Steve’s smile to widen. Eventually, the two of you are drenched, laughing wildly, and clumsily dancing with each other. The pavement seems to glow under the streetlight and the thunder rolling in the background makes the moment feel magical. You stop for a moment to catch your breath and you grasp Steve’s hands. He holds them to his chest. Staring at you, smiling and breathing heavy. His hair is wet and matted against his forehead, his cheeks are a deep rosy red, most likely from the cold, and he has never looked so beautiful. Suddenly the radio crackles, a commercial break interrupting the music. And the moment is broken. Steve drops your hands and straightens quickly. You blink, the magic you felt only moments earlier dissipating.

“I should uh, get you home,” Steve says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. You nod, and head for the car. Your soaked dress squishes as you lower yourself into your seat and you make a face. You hear Steve chuckle slightly beside you.

He puts the car in drive and heads off towards your house.

He drives along the road, the radio quietly playing, filling the silent air. You look at him, trying not to be too obvious. He runs his hands through his wet hair and you feel a pull in your gut; yearning. You had been kidding yourself. It wasn’t simply a silly little crush. It was a butterflies explode in your chest kind of crush. A sweaty palms and averting eyes kind of crush. A type of crush that is always in your mind, occupying your dreams and thoughts. The kind of crush that never gives you a moment to breathe. The kind of crush you’d dance in a storm with, ruining your best dress, just for the chance to be close to them. And as you’re lost in your thoughts, Steve looks over to you in the passenger's seat and gives you a small smile. You’re frozen, unable to look away from his deep brown eyes. And for a moment he looks like he wants to say something but then the light turns green and he turns back to the road. You look away, your cheeks burning, and stare at your hands.

A few minutes later, Steve pulls into your driveway.

“Well here we are,” Steve says, staring up at your house. You turn slightly towards him.

“Thanks for the ride. Sorry I made you leave early to get me,” you say quietly.

“Hey don’t worry about it. I’ll always be around to give you a ride if you need it,” he says, turning towards you. You glance at the clock on his dashboard and curse under your breath. Steve furrows his brows and glances at the clock himself. It is ten forty-five.

“I should go inside, you probably have to pick up Robin now,” you mumble, fumbling with the door handle.

“Here I’ll walk you up,” Steve says, unbuckling his seat belt.

The two of you walk up the walkway towards your front door. The silence that hangs between you is awkward, something that has never happened with you and Steve before. You arrive at your door and you dig in your small clutch for your keys. You find them and put your key in the lock before turning to Steve.

“Thanks for picking me up early,” you say to him. He shrugs, his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah no problem,” he says, kicking a rock off your porch. You start to turn towards the door but stop yourself.

“And thanks for the mini dance party back at school. You stopped my night from totally sucking,” you say with a slight laugh. Steve smiles slightly, looking at the ground.

“Yeah of course, glad I could help,” he replies. You smile, waiting to see if he’ll say more but he doesn’t. For a fleeting moment, you feel brave and you lean over and give Steve a quick peck on the cheek. He jumps back, eyebrows furrowed.

“(Y/n) I…” He looks at you, confusion clearly written on his face. You cringe before turning to escape into your house. You wonder how you could’ve been so stupid, thinking he might’ve felt the same way. But before you can step into your house a hand grabs your arm and pulls you back. You turn and lock eyes with Steve. His eyes are soft but determined and his face is tense. Before you have a moment to think his lips crash into yours. For a moment the kiss is awkward, teeth knocking into each other. But then the two of you find a rhythm and it’s flawless. You pull away, gasping for air. Steve smiles down at you, his eyes blown, a soft smile gracing his face. For a moment the two of you stare at each other, the air practically buzzing. Steve leans down and kisses your forehead before pulling away.

“Well I guess I better go pick up Robin,” he says, chuckling.

“Yeah she‘ll kill you if you're late,” you say breathlessly. Steve squeezes your hand before turning and heading back to his car. You stand at your door and watch him climb into his seat. Before he drives away he sticks his head out the window.

“I forgot to tell you earlier, but you look beautiful!” he yells to you. You giggle, feeling like a schoolgirl with her first crush before thanking him. He pulls out of your driveway and drives off. You finally open up your front door and collapse against the door frame. And you sit and wonder why you thought this night was going to go horribly. Because it turned out to be the best night of your life.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #joe keery #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine

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just--another--daydreamer · 3 years

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woke up at 6:30 in the morning and its now 6:45 in the morning im so fucking angry cuz this bitch is acting so smug after i called them out for doing the “credit goes to the artist”

Art reposters who don't have permission and don't credit all go to hell, they're a plague

Google's reverse image search does wonders with fanart, and occasionally even pinterest shows a source. It's that easy.

I went to their blog and found the post you commented on (op deleted your comments lmao), downloaded the picture and did reverse image search on Google, clicked on the first pinterest link and it was sourced (all pinterest links led to one of two posts, the sourced one popped up more often). The artist is most likely Me04l on twitter but they have since deleted the original tweet which the link led to so I can't say for sure. I did go through all links on google but all of them were reposts, so I'm assuming that it's that person on twitter.

I only did this rn because I didn't wanna claim that this works and then it just doesn't for some reason. But it did and it took me 10 minutes, could have been 5 but my phone decided to be a bitch so I had to switch to my laptop

#when you reverse image search on google it automatically puts related text in the searchbar #in this case it was upper moon 3 hot #anyway I'm not a fan of pinterest #like I said sometimes you're lucky and the post is sourced #Max answers #tohmasbf

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sunkaashi · 3 years

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[ANNOUNCEMENT]

Hm, so... hi! I've been thinking about this for a while and I decided that I'm moving blogs. I'm super grateful for all of the memories I have over here and I love every single one of my followers, but — for some reason — this blog just doesn't feel like home anymore. I need a fresh start.

I hadn't been even talking to my close moots as much cause I was feeling super drained over here. So I'll use this chance to begin again <3 I hope yall can understand!

So, if you want, send me a dm and I'll gladly give you my new @. Moots, I'll probably follow you as soon as I'm all set up, but if takes a lil bit of time you can send me a dm too!

As of right now I won't make my @ public since I need a breather, but maybe I'll come back here and let you all know once I'm ready (if anybody even wants me to LMAO).

No, this blog won't be deleted. But, overtime, I may repost some of my old favorite works and then, when it's all done, I'll probably say goodbye to this one for good. I have no idea when that will be tho.

I love you all very much and thank you for being here and for supporting my work. I can't even begin to describe how grateful I am. I love you all.

#announcement #important!#if yall can reblog to boost that would be great <3

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vtmb2s · 3 years

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I had this from an ask meme from like 2 months ago or so and deleted the og post, I dunno why -_- anyway it was in my google docs so I’m reposting it

🔥

How did they first meet? What was their first impression of each other?

You know… fun Zion Canyon trip!! (credit for this one goes to Dany cause I don’t have good ideas but the whole ordeal would actually happen pre-game, because that’s when the courier would most likely sign up for a caravan I think)

Audrey thought Follows-Chalk was just messing with her when he said who they were gonna meet, no way this guy is still alive. Needless to say she hates him, she’s heard enough horrendous things about him in her NCR days to form her opinion. He didn’t like her much either aaaghhh how can you see through my fake atonement thing where I’m basically doing the same as before. (she doesn’t really see through it initially, she’s just too stubborn to buy the whole redemption arc thing from the beginning and ends up realizing that she just happened to be right). Understanding why she doesn’t trust him but also resenting that.

Who felt romantic feelings first?

fjjhdsjhd he does probably, vaguely. She has a much harder time accepting it considering his background and all that, so that came later.

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

YEAH! Both actually, enemies to vaguely friends to lovers and all that but like I said, Audrey has a much harder time coming to terms with this, she feels a little stupid about it because she knows what this guy has done!!! ( and he knows that, hence why he’s pushing it all down in favor of his stupid little revenge thing) He’s so weird and just looks like a mummy, what is there to like objectively. But she does. What thematic parallels do to a mfer 😔

Who initiated the relationship?

She did… Canyon visit nr 2, she technically fucking hates it there but for some reason she wants to go back (well. you know why), perhaps just a little vacation. And well there was clearly something there so why act on it. The most embarrassing moment of her life but it’s worth it I suppose.

Who said “I love you” first?

Also her… Sorry queen you have to do all the work

Who gets jealous easily?

I think him but not in a way where he’d say anything, he’s just like 😐 but you can’t see it because. bandages. And Audrey has no competition lol so.

Who is more protective?

Also him, she gets into more stupid shit and isn’t as crazy.

Who remembers the little things?

She does :)

Who uses the cheesier pickup lines?

God neither. They’re too weird for pickup lines. If anything Audrey would list a few bad ones she overheard on the strip as a joke.

What does a first date look like for them?

They don’t go on dates lmao. What is there to do in a canyon, they’d just go to some random place where there are no other people and talk about whatever.

What do they like to do together?

Just mundane things, doing random shit while one is talking about whatever. A lot of times it’s just Audrey chatting about something funny or weird that happened to her on her travels while she puts on one of her favorite holotapes and does something, her stories are more light-hearted after all :/

Other than that… nothing too insane, they’re too weird to have proper hobbies. Her making him read his stupid mormon bible out loud so she can hear his sexy grandpa voice 😍

Do they like PDA?

No -_- maybe hand holding when no one’s looking, if anything.

What are their big spoon / little spoon arrangements?

God he’s probably gonna die if she tries to spoon.

Does one like the cuddle more than the other?

She does but it’s not really possible sometimes. Leans against him until he's like aha. okay that’s enough :/

Who hogs the blankets?

Audrey does. She never sleeps much when she’s travelling so when she finally does get a proper night’s rest it’s limbs thrown around. Taking the entire blanket for herself. Sleeping for 20 years.

Do either of them like to cook?

I can’t imagine either, she just does it out of necessity. She can’t cook though, it’s blamco mac and cheese every mf day.

If they get married, who proposes first?

Godddd realistically he would at least think about it but they don’t get married lol. The mental image of it makes me cringe too much.

What kind of wedding do they have?

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together? Does anyone object to their relationship?

NO LMAOOOOO no one wanted them to get together and pretty much everyone would object to it if they knew. She probably doesn’t tell her family but if they knew they’d be against it, for obvious reasons. She doesn’t tell her friends either except Callisto lol, who thinks it’s epic somehow. Great Khan past and all that, not that she agrees with the legion in any way but 🤷‍♀️

Do they have any kids?

Maybe they do… maybe not. Who knows, I don’t control them.

(I made up two but Idek if they exist. a son named Ben and a daughter, Rachel. they’re weird and that’s all you need to know)

Do they have any pets?

I was gonna say no but she still has Rex who she forgot to return to the King 💔

DIANA/KING

How did they first meet? What was their first impression of each other?

In the followers' camp, not long after she moved to Freeside :) iirc the King tells a story about how he went to the Followers Camp to seek help regarding Rex and ended up yelling at them and even knocking out a few doctors.. something similar, one of his guys got their ass beat and the King got impatient and asked why tf this is taking so long. And Diana told him to sit his ass down and wait, which resulted in an argument 🙄 As for the first impression. Diana thought he was just your typical annoying man, maybe sexy and in a cooler suit than the guys on the strip, but annoying nonetheless. And the King thought she was being rude and had a big mouth. But again, kind of in a sexy way.

Who felt romantic feelings first?

THE KING… pretty quickly actually. A few months after the argument they had at the old mormon fort. For Diana on the hand it took a little bit longer :/

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Hm not really, but like I said Diana didn’t really fall that fast for him. She met him shortly after she left the Gomorrah (she was a dancer, not a prostitute but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t seen and experienced some shit) so she’s not really thinking about men and pretty much ignores him flirting with her (also he stops once he finds out about her past lol). She figures she likes him because they do have the same principles and something about being good people in a shitty world and all that so there’s a lot of admiration there, also their shared love for music and stuff. Elvis things. But she’s trying to heal from the shit she witnessed at the strip so no thanks!! Until… until...

Who initiated the relationship?

Well… technically him, he was the first one to flirt with her probably but she never really paid any attention to it. The actual relationship though.. her.

Who said “I love you” first?

Diana but I think he would have said it too… she was just faster 😌

Who gets jealous easily?

Both do. She’s sexy so nasty old men will flirt with her while she’s doing her job but the King doesn’t have to know that because he would be MAD. Diana on the hand will act like she’s mad at him when random people are being a little too friendly with him -_-

Who is more protective?

HE IS… that one text post about saying “that’s my wife” and punching someone. Yeah.

Who remembers the little things?

He does :) Little things she likes, her favorite song or stupid little things she finds funny… sigh

Who uses the cheesier pickup lines?

THE KING but unironically. Some Elvis shit, telling her she got him “all shook up” or something and she’s into it!!!

What does a first date look like for them?

He wouldn’t say this counts (she would) but technically that one time she was doing some random music thing with her freeside kids for fun and he showed up to talk to her and Diana was like. Hey wait, why don’t you stay and sing something for these kids :-) it was stupid but fun I guess and they hung out after, her saying how impressed she was because her kids were having a good time and so was she :)

What do they like to do together?

Like on the (unofficial) first date, doing random performances together. I guess he can sing (I think?? all Elvis impersonators can sing in my mind) and she’s a dancer so.. fun!! Other than that, watching random Kings member #58 perform on their little stage, going to ugly Freeside Casinos and leaving immediately after they lose 3 caps, just fun things!! Also he likes to listen to her talking about random stuff she read in her magazines.

Do they like PDA?

Fuck yeah… Diana constantly having her legs in his lap whenever possible, him having his arm around her shoulders or on her waist all the time. Physical contact but in a cool way.

What are their big spoon / little spoon arrangements?

They wouldn’t spoon I think but she’d sleep on his arm :) wakes up and it’s numb but that’s okay

Does one like the cuddle more than the other?

Like I said. constant physical contact (but in a cool way) but actual cuddling WOULD be a thing in private.

Who hogs the blankets?

Diana -_-

Do either of them like to cook?

l can’t imagine him being able to cook but she can. Yes I do the cooking yes I do the cleaning.

If they get married, who proposes first?

There’s no real proposal probably, It would just come up in a conversation and they’d decide to have one of these quick Las Vegas weddings.

What kind of wedding do they have?

Again. One of these quick Las Vegas weddings… people get married by the King but who marries HIM 😔 (probably one of the other kings). It’s not much but it fits them, I don’t think huge wasteland weddings are much of a thing anyway (or weddings in general) sooo...

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together? Does anyone object to their relationship?

No one objected, except maybe annoying ass Pacer for literally no reason and some random followers :/ As for Pippa and Isabel (Diana’s besties), they didn’t meet before she started dating the king so they obviously weren’t rooting for them to get together but they wouldn’t object to it either, I think. Isabel certainly doesn’t, she likes the King and thinks they fit. Idk what Pippa thinks she’s not my oc, but I don’t think she’d object to it either.

Do they have any kids?

NO lmao. No biological ones at least, Diana has her Freeside orphans though that she takes care of (kinda), they’re basically her kids. She even refers to them as such :-)

Do they have any pets?

Heh… Rex :-)

GEORGIE/C*RVO

How did they first meet? What was their first impression of each other?

In the distillery district 😳 On the first mission, Georgie prob caught him sneaking around her clinic (by accident) and was like. WTF get out with your creepy mask… wait ACTUALLY since you’re good at sneaking can you get me [random thing for her medical research that she has tried to get her hands on for ages] and i can give you a discount on health potions and free leeches 😏 NPC behavior…

Georgie thought the mask looked fucked up and he seemed mysterious but well. She meets strange people every day so 🤷‍♀️ Also she thinks it’s kind of sexy. He thought she was a bit strange, but ig he liked her. She’s funny.

Who felt romantic feelings first?

GEORGIE. relatively quickly actually, she really likes him early on but she doesn’t really say anything with Jess’ death being so recent :/ He does… later on, about two or three years after dh1, probably when she’s on official business in dunwall tower (YES underqualified royal physician Georgie is a thing now 💕) and she remarks a random cut he has on his cheek & turns his face to get a closer look and he’s like 😳😳😳😳 why do I like that she just did that. Love Wins.

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Her kind of, again with the whole Jessamine thing because it was so recent and she’s like aaagh i'm not gonna hit on a guy in mourning so she tries to ignore it 😐

Who initiated the relationship?

GOD technically Georgie, she didn’t say anything of course because she’s too weird but she does kiss him first... and makes him leave right after :/

Who said “I love you” first?

He does… Georgie would NEVER say it first and doesn’t say it right back immediately but. He knows she’s weird about things so it’s okay.

Who gets jealous easily?

Her. That is a thing.

Who is more protective?

Both :-)

Who remembers the little things?

Also both but mostly him. Remembering the weird little things she offhandedly mentioned she likes. Or her little plague research things.

Who uses the cheesier pickup lines?

Both but they’d just whisper them to each other for funsies when they’re somewhere. In public.

What does a first date look like for them?

They wouldn’t have a proper official first date but it’d likely be some random event they’d both be at when she’s the royal physician (I don’t think she’d get invited to anything but well. Maybe the Boyles run out of crazy things to do at their parties and invite her) Or taking a walk at Dunwall’s somewhat nicer-looking docks. Something boring.

What do they like to do together?

Also boring things. They’re old, nothing too crazy. Chatting about random stuff whenever she’s over at Dunwall tower, taking walks in the gardens together and watching ships or something, talking shit about aristocrats that they find annoying or just about weird hobbies, maybe she can bring him along to meet her friends (who he already knows) to look at rats in alleyways but he eats them idk. Summons a whole swarm of rats but they end up trying to kill them

Do they like PDA?

NO. I don’t think she’d be too much into the whole ~aristocrat life~ after becoming the royal physician and just does business-related things but neither would want people talking about this. Semi-secret relationship for no reason and they’re both more private sooo

What are their big spoon / little spoon arrangements?

She’s the little spoon.. likes being held :)

Who hogs the blankets?

He does -_-

Do either of them like to cook?

No lol

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together? Does anyone object to their relationship?

I think the only person really knowing of this is Marzanna (AGAIN. by dany… Georgie is also besties with Slackjaw… the Rat Smackers. but she wouldn’t tell him about this lol), who would probably not object to it?? but I don’t think anyone else would be rooting for them. I guess Emily likes her as her cool doctor but NO WAY that’s gonna be her stepmom :/

Do they have any kids?

No :/

Do they have any pets?

Georgie has a cat. Not together though, Pluto is hers.

#hee hee

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