#ok but i too would love to feel like a passenger princess
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when the princess carry emote hits differently
legend says they have yet to come down
#this spawned after i remembered my friends and i rizzing each other up with this#ok but i too would love to feel like a passenger princess#sky moth#sky cotl moth#sky cotl#sky children of the light#that sky game#sky cotl fanart#sky children of the light fanart#character doodles
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telepathy (m) — cbg
pairing: choi beomgyu x fem!reader
genre: smut, strangers to ???, mind reader/telepathist!beomgyu, funeral home employee!beomgyu (it's for the plot ok???)
wc: 11.7k
synopsis: most people would abhor a packed subway car — but beomgyu, telepathist extraordinaire, relishes in it. with a career in the funeral business, he finds his morning commute to be the only thing that keeps him relatively sane. reading the mundane thoughts of mundane people maintains his tether to his humanity, but when he goes to read your mind...oh, things get a whole lot more interesting.
warnings: mdni!! 18+ only, ageless blogs dni!!!, mentions of dead bodies, embalming, and funerals (though not very descriptive — it's only bc of gyu's profession), reader is a freak that listens to nsfw audios on her way to work!, gyu is a perv so it's a match made in heaven (hell?), gyu's honestly a little strange + obsessive in this...anyways, dom!gyu, sub!mc, solo male masturbation, on my big cock beomgyu agenda, very brief mentions of daddy/sir/master kinks, explicit consent is given before anything happens bc consent is sexy <3, mind manipulation (he makes it feel like he's touching her), exhibitionism in a way (it will all make sense, trust 🙏), degradation, praise, pseudo-fingering (idk how to explain it, f receiving), gyu calls mc: pretty girl, sweetheart, slut, whore, princess, mc calls gyu sir like once...whew! that was a lot, lmk if i should add anything!
note: you know i have a terrible bout of brainrot when the warnings are all nsfw related...yeah. Yeah. *presses post and runs away*
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beomgyu’s commute to work is, by all means, uneventful.
the train is packed as per usual, filled to the brim with businessmen and office workers and other miscellaneous passengers on their way to whatever the hell their destination is. like most days, he finds himself towards the middle of the passenger car, snatching a rare open seat between a stone-faced man adorned in a suit — his head buried in a newspaper — and a slumped over college student nursing a cup of coffee. the poor kid almost looks like death itself, sporting dark under eyes, rumpled clothes, and a prominent slouch to his spine. not that beomgyu could really blame him; he remembers how easily college living (if you could call it living) can chip away at a person’s mental well-being.
people-watching like this is what keeps him sane, he thinks. being surrounded by corpses all day, every day is more than draining — it sucks the soul out of him, really, being the only person on shift most of the time that he’s working, having to embalm and clean and pretty up all those cold, gray bodies so that their loved ones can say one last goodbye. it’s quiet in their minds and it’s all too quiet in the funeral home, the only sounds being the clanking of the embalming tools he’s been trained to use, his footsteps echoing down the tiled halls, his sighs of contempt when something small goes wrong — yet the living, breathing, warm people on the train provide a sense of normalcy, something to look forward to every day. to hear their thoughts, as prosaic as they are, has become a sort of saving grace from the lifeless, cold building that he finds himself in five out of the seven days of the week. honestly, if he can maintain a little bit of his humanity via strangers among the subway, even if it’s just by hearing their thoughts, then he’ll take what he can get.
yeah, that’s the thing: beomgyu is a mind-reader, a pretty talented one at that. not that anyone knew, of course — he wouldn’t risk the government finding out. beomgyu is not usually one for promises, but he has promised himself one thing: there’s no way in hell that he will ever become one of the government’s sick little science experiments, even if his life ever hits rock bottom. he has no idea how his powers work — just that they do, and he would like to keep it that way. it’s bad enough that he doesn’t know where he got such abilities; his parents never mentioned anything about it and only ever grew worried whenever he read back their thoughts to them, so obviously the existence of his powers is some statistical anomaly in the universe. normal people can’t read others’ minds. he was forced to learn that at a very young age in order to keep himself safe.
“how do you know that?” he remembers his mother’s alarmed tone when he first did it unknowingly, repeating back her own thoughts to her without realizing that’s what he had done. he was maybe six at the time — innocent, curious, plagued by voices in his head that he didn’t quite understand. those voices weren’t his. rather, they were his friends’, his family’s, his dentist’s and his doctor’s and his soccer coach’s voices that ricocheted about his mind uncontrollably;it was overwhelming for the young boy’s mind. the day he first admitted that he could hear them was the first day he heard his parents argue, their yelling from downstairs colliding with their internal voices in beomgyu’s mind, their terribly poignant concern for him and this development louder than any of the venomous words that they spat at each other in the living room. all he remembers from that day was himself crying, unable to block out anything that they thought, let alone his own thoughts. too much for his young mind to handle.
he heard their fear when they took him to the doctor for the first time of many, their heartache when the doctor came back and said that he might have psychosis, but more testing was needed. he heard how they started to deny it — their little boy couldn’t have that, could he? no, no he couldn’t. there’s no way he could.
although beomgyu was young at the time, guilt ate at him. he was the one hurting his parents, he was the one making them worry. despite his official diagnosis when he was seven, something inside him knew that the doctors were wrong. those voices weren’t just the result of the machinations of his mind at work — they were voices of the people he knew, strangers who passed him on the street. what they said wasn’t evil, it wasn’t out of the ordinary. usually, it was quite mundane. at some point, he started to practice with it, trying focus on one certain voice out of the buzzing hive in his mind, blocking out the others, switching and focusing and blocking out until the action was as natural as breathing. it took him about five years before he reached that point, and after nearly two decades of living with his abilities, he’s gotten quite used to it. his mind is usually quiet — besides his own stream of consciousness — unless he allows others in. or, rather, they allow him in, which they always do. he sees it like a set of doors; open one, and you can hear that one person’s thoughts. close it, and he no longer hears them. and none of them are ever locked since no one expects to their thoughts to be read, which simply makes his life that much easier.
if he’s being honest, he didn’t used to read minds as often as he does now, but there isn’t much he can do about that now lest he go insane. beomgyu could admit that his habit was a little creepy…okay scratch that, extremely fucking creepy. these people had no idea that their minds were being infiltrated, their mental walls bypassed and their privacy violated like a computer infected with a malicious virus. it’s borderline depraved, how nonchalantly he robs these strangers of their utmost privacy, sometimes of their deepest, darkest secrets that they would never want anyone to find out about. he could sequester quite a bit of money out of some of these people, now that he thinks about it.
and sure, that may sound immoral, but beomgyu has never considered himself to be of particularly virtuous character.
without a second thought, beomgyu taps into the mind of the kid next to him. he’s thinking about how he’s failing his statistics class because he just bombed his midterm. no, now his mind is full of what he’s going to eat after his 8 a.m. class. he shifts his focus on the businessman to his right. stocks, his cheating wife, how he’s considering leaving with his mistress in the coming days…
”what a prick,” beomgyu thinks to himself, smirking a bit. just a few more stops until he gets off, now.
he pulls his phone from his jacket pocket, scrolling aimlessly just to keep his eyes busy. sitting on the opposite side of the college student, an elderly lady walks herself through the stew that she’s going to make for her grandchildren tonight, excitement coloring her words. it’s cute — he loves hearing things like that. wholesome thoughts are not easy to come by nowadays, given the state of the world. exhibit a: a teenager standing on the other side of the train car worries himself into a frenzy over whether the girl that he has a crush on likes him back. exhibit b: a middle aged man contemplates if he should quit his job. for a second, beomgyu thinks that he might be in the same boat as him, before realizing that he has nothing else to fall back on — exhibit c. he could keep going.
a clear, robotic voice overhead announces the subway’s arrival to the next station — his station. sighing, he sits up a little taller, slipping his phone into the pocket of his slacks. a vague sense of dread weighs down his shoulders, knowing that he has a service to set up for the moment he clocks in.
he’s not looking forward to today, and yet the train still slows to a stop, the doors still slide open, and he still grabs his work briefcase from the spot between his feet. like clockwork, beomgyu maneuvers through the crowd, out the doors, and climbs the stairs up to the chilly streets of seoul.
decompressing after a slow-moving shift can take beomgyu’s night in many directions. sometimes, he simply returns home and hops into bed after a long, scalding hot shower that removes the invisible layer of grime that lays heavy on his skin. other times — typically on fridays — he’ll stop by a bar and catch up with his friends, occasionally leaving with a woman hanging off of his arm if he drinks enough to lower his inhibitions. more often than not, however, his excursions at the underground bar that taehyun is partial to end in him stumbling home alone and waking up the next morning with a raging headache. nursing a hangover alone, eating breakfast alone, bathing alone…he has never really become acclimated to it. the monster that festers inside beomgyu’s chest craves for love, for connection, for somebody to hold when the nights are too dark and his thoughts match the shade of the sky. the lack of connection is slowly getting to him. is this what insanity feels like? he wouldn’t know, nor would he like to find out. he’s sane. he’s perfectly sane.
beomgyu understands that his profession can be off-putting to potential lovers, but it’s not as if he had much of a choice in the matter — not when his one shot at the career of his dreams crumbled below his feet when the company filed bankruptcy, sending him tumbling back down to earth, to the reality that his college degree meant little to nothing to the vast majority of employers nowadays. though he applied to dozens of jobs, the only one he ever heard back from was from the listing titled “mortuary assistant,” and in desperation, he accepted the position without much thought. maybe if he had tried a little harder to find a different company where he could apply his skills, maybe if he had pushed himself to make connections in the industry when he had the resources to do so, maybe if he had pursued music production a little harder, had not given up so readily when things grew difficult…maybe things would be different.
beomgyu often thinks about the maybes.
this particular night, he finds himself leaned over a bar counter, a glass of amber-hued beer in hand. he half-listens to yeonjun’s slurred account of his dance crew’s latest win while he stares down at the mahogany tabletop. some condensation has gathered on the wood, and he swipes a finger through it. a slap to his shoulder brings his focus back to his surroundings.
“gyu, dude, y’should totally try out,’’ yeonjun pitches as he sloppily swings an arm over beomgyu’s shoulders. “get out of that. that—” he stumbles over his words for a moment, expression warping into a confused grimace. “that gross ass dead people building.”
beomgyu exhales a laugh as yeonjun’s head lolls against his shoulder, quietly whining about how his head hurts. while yeonjun is substantially gone already, beomgyu is only on his second beer. scanning the spacious, dim-lit room, he shakes his head. it’s times like these where he does not feel the need to slip into people’s minds — being surrounded by his friends is enough. “nah, man. i don’t think i could keep up. it’s been a while.”
“sure y’could! you’re like th’second best dancer here!” yeonjun says as his torso slumps down against the table. the bartender eyes him from further down the bar top with concern, but beomgyu sates the employee with an apologetic smile, ensuring that he turns away before setting his attention back on his friend.
beomgyu scoffs. “and i’m assuming you’re the first best?”
“uh, obviously. i literally run th’thing,” yeonjun retorts as he glares at him with a single eye open, an ear now resting on top of his crossed arms on the counter.
“yeonjun’s right,” taehyun butts in from the other side of yeonjun’s collapsed body. though his glazed over eyes give away his inebriated state, taehyun’s tolerance tends to lean much higher than yeonjun’s; this fact is confirmed by the crystal clear enunciation of his words as he continues, “you’ve been acting differently ever since you started working there. it wouldn’t hurt to try something new.”
great, even his friends have noticed. exhaling deeply, beomgyu nods.
“yeah, i’ll think about it.”
as the conversation meanders off into other topics, beomgyu sinks back into his own little world. curse taehyun and his acute perceptiveness. he knows that he’s been acting off, but maybe his friends are right; he once dreamed of being a choreographer, back when he was a teen, before he discovered his love for music production. perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to try.
unintentionally, he meets the gaze of a girl sitting at a booth with her friends. he quickly averts his gaze, and by the time he looks back up, she has been roped into what seems like a shot-taking contest. six other girls circle the table, one joining the first girl in taking rapid-fire shots, four others egging them on, and one laser-focused on her phone, occasionally sipping water through a straw. from what he can gather, she’s likely the group’s designated driver — though it seems her role has morphed into more of a babysitter. she’s pretty, he’ll admit. just his type. if he was on his third or fourth beer, he’d probably be over there trying to strike up a conversation with her, rather than any of her drunk friends.
as she looks up and throws a cursory glance around the bar, she catches him staring, her kohl-lined eyes meeting his own. an eyebrow raises as her gloss-coated lips twist, as if to say “don’t even try it.”
oh, how terribly he wishes to slip into her mind and let her know that he has no intention to.
the ear-piercing screech of yeonjun’s barstool to his right tears his gaze away from her. yeonjun now stands, one arm around taehyun and the other around soobin, the latter sporting a borderline disgusted grimace directed at the older boy hanging off of him while kai simply stands behind the trio of men. yeonjun’s head hangs low below his shoulders, chin nearly touching his chest, as he emits a pathetic groan. at least he’s not puking this time.
“we’re about to go grab some food. this one,” taehyun’s head nods to yeonjun’s sagging frame. “definitely needs it. you coming?”
unwilling to allow the night to end quite yet, beomgyu hums, quickly pays his tab, and allows the brief, silent encounter with the woman to fade away into the back of his mind.
the rest of the weekend passes without fanfare, and monday returns to rear its ugly head once again. monday is beomgyu’s least favorite day of the week; it brings a raging headache from his 5 a.m. alarm, a bone-deep fatigue that lingers for the rest of the day. it brings grumpy commuters whose knees and elbows uncomfortably bump against his own. it brings people who think that he should give up his seat, and silently tell him so with narrowed eyes and furrowed eyebrows. how selfish, they all think whenever he actually bothers to read their thoughts. what a fucking dick, some of them even snarl within the so-called impenetrable walls of their minds, walls he so easily breaks down. he levels those ones with a half-awake glare, pupils gloomy and lifeless. internally, their uneasy reactions make him want to laugh, hysterically cackle in their faces because wow, is he really that scary? he shouldn’t be, but maybe the dark under eyes are doing something for him.
surprisingly, the subway car he frequents is less crowded than usual. not as many people stand in front of him, and he’s actually able to see directly across the car for the first time in a while. doors shut, and he’s left to look around at the regulars and the new patrons that often don’t show up again. they’re easily less interesting than the regulars. really, what can he say? the daily life updates satisfy his nosy tendencies.
still, he hates mondays. mondays suck. mondays make him want to crawl into a hole and eventually join the bodies at his workplace. they bring out the worst in his mind. all they do is remind him of the neverending cycle that he has trapped himself in — wake up, work, go to sleep, and do it all over again the next day.
mondays bring a lot of things he fundamentally dislikes, but this particular monday also brings you.
it’s split-second eye contact. nothing more, nothing less. your eyes grow wide, your lips parting just the slightest bit in surprise. though he has not invaded your mind (yet), he can already tell what you are thinking. fuck, he isn’t blind — he knows that he is handsome.
your eyes shoot downward, your head hanging low with your phone clenched between your fingers. one of his eyebrows raises while a small smirk plays on his lips — you’re new, and even better, you’re cute. his dark, seemingly bored gaze trails over to the earbuds nestled in your ears, then to your crossed legs. you glance up at him again, eyes blowing wide again as your thighs press together just enough for him to notice the movement. his own eyes narrow slightly, evaluating the sight.
you seem...interesting. prim, proper, sitting in a modest-length skirt and a plain blouse and coat that paint you as an unassuming character, just another random person in this sardine can of a train car. yet there’s this glint in your eyes that tells him there is so, so much more to you than what meets the eye — that the innocent, put-together little front that you display to the world is a complete and utter lie. it’s intriguing. new patrons come and go from this particular subway car every day, but you and your fresh face have caught his interest — and so has your odd behavior.
then, without warning, realization punches him square in the gut.
you were there the other night, with those girls at the bar. the one sitting at the end of the table with the small glass of water as you scrolled through your phone. the one who shot a piercing glare at him as you looked out for your inebriated friends. your current behavior is a far cry from the strong front he first encountered that night, small and oh-so meek and lacking the sharp, piercing edge to your gaze that initially piqued his interest in you. the change, for some reason, intrigues him more. what happened to that feisty glare, that confident air to your posture? he wants to know why you seem so meek, so he taps in to your mind and—
“you’re my dumb little slut, aren’t you? fuckin’ say it—”
beomgyu flinches in his seat, the door to your mind slamming shut as he sits there in shock. did he really just hear that? are you listening to fucking porn on the subway? what the fuck?
he’s never had this happen to him before. he’s accidentally stumbled upon the occasional horny thought before, sure, but listening to porn on the subway? that’s a new one. he decides to give you another glance; your lips are pressed together now, eyes pointed towards the floor as you further shrink into yourself. fuck, you’re so cute, but now he knows you’re also awfully perverted — and for some reason, he feels himself getting hard in his trousers at the thought of entering your mind again.
he should do something about this little development, shouldn’t he?
yeah, he thinks that he should. a sick sort of curiosity wins over the more logical side of his brain, the side that tells him that he should feel guilty for even thinking about what he’s about to do. he can’t, can he? no, he can — he wants to, he really fucking wants to. opportunities like this don’t just present themselves on a silver platter like this on the regular. if he doesn’t take this chance, then he’d be an absolute fool.
the subway slows to a stop, the weirdly cheery, robotic voice calling out another stop. not his, thank god. he takes this opportunity to open that pesky little door to your mind again, now fully expecting the depravity echoing in your brain — and rather than do anything drastic too quickly, he simply sits there and listens. he listens through an entire audio alongside you, ignoring the twitch of his cock as he listens to the woman be degraded and praised, in missionary and in doggy, her moans mixing with the man's in a cacophony of pleasure — he loves the way you jump when the sound of a hand striking flesh sounds through your mind. your fleeting sigh of “god, i wish that were me,” causes him to bite his lip. you like being treated like a slut, huh? like a stupid little whore only made to take cock? that’s music to his ears, really — because he likes treating girls like that too.
as sick and disgusting as it is, he continues to listen as if mindlessly tuning in to a podcast, subtly adjusting himself in his pants as he fights off a raging boner. he wants to be the one to do those things to you. he wants to make you scream and sob and beg for mercy as he completely ravages your body, fuck you until you’re brainless, perfect little slut for him. you’d love that, according to the audios you consume for the remainder of his commute — to be fucked so hard you legs give out from under you, to be owned, fully and completely. he likes that sound of that as well.
a few minutes into the second audio, you take another glance at him, eyes squeezing shut right away once you catch his gaze — and suddenly, your thoughts are full of him. he’s encountered countless strangers who can perfectly visualize their streams of consciousness, and you seem to be yet another one of them. images of you on your knees between his thighs and sucking his cock in the middle of this subway car flood his own mind, switching to one of him fucking you from behind against the wall while everyone else watches, then to him finger fucking you with a hand around your throat…what the fuck. what the fuck? how do you just do that? how do you think of such terribly shameless things while looking so pretty and demure, as if you’re a shy little thing rather than some fucking whore? he shifts his briefcase over his lap again. fuck, he’s so hard it’s starting to hurt. shit, fuck.
he should be appalled by you, but fiery, ardent lust is the sole emotion that floods his veins. would it be a bad idea to talk to you? no, you want it. you want it so fucking bad. just look at your mind — and he can make all your dirty little fantasies come true, if you would let him.
just as he’s about to actually do something about you, the subway slows to a stop once again, the same cheery voice announcing his stop. god dammit. pushing himself up to his feet, he finds that you’re doing the same, wide eyes flitting around nervously as you move towards the door and stop nearly right next to him, those earbuds that hide your biggest secret in plain sight still stuck in your ears. he can still hear those degrading words and moans and slapping sounds that still echo through your mind, loud and clear as if those white earbuds are sitting snug in his own ears.
the doors slide open, and soon enough, he loses sight of you in the surging crowd. stepping out of the subway, he looks around once, twice. you have completely disappeared; nowhere to be found, your mind has grown too far from his own for him to locate nor access, the tether between the two of you frayed to the point of snapping in half. with a brief purse of his lips, he sets off up the stairs. it’s fine, there’s always another day. it’s fine, he tells himself over and over again. there’s nothing he could have done in such a short time, anyway.
the sun sits high in the sky today, but the bone-chilling air cuts through his puffy coat like tiny needles puncturing his skin, or millions of scalpels slicing open flesh nearly to the bone, cold and sterile and far from comforting. autumn shouldn’t be this cold, and his slightly soured mood isn’t helping his case right now. he should have done something back there, he should’ve opened up the channel between the two of you and taken the plunge. it wouldn’t have hurt to try, but no. no, he let that opportunity go like every other one he’s had in his life. with his jaw set, he promises himself that it won’t happen again. it won’t, because if he keeps living like this — allowing all these opportunities slip through his fingers like grains of sand — he’ll never be able to forgive himself.
and honestly, beomgyu is no clairvoyant, and he should brush off the tickle in his brain as a stupid, naive hunch…but he has a compelling feeling that he’ll be seeing you again tomorrow.
when beomgyu returns home, the sun slowly sinking towards the horizon, he doesn’t unwind like he usually does. today’s shift was a slow one, with no bodies to preen and primp and no services to set up for, so most of his time was taken up with cleaning, filing documents, and sitting around aimlessly. no matter how much he tried to fend them off, thoughts of you bounced around in his brain for the entire eight hours he was on shift. fuck, he doesn’t even know your name, much less anything else about you, yet he wishes he could travel back in time and redo this morning all over again. he’s not sure how it would have panned out, exactly, but he has a few tricks up his sleeve that would’ve made it exciting.
he shakes his head. the current moment presents much more pressing matters than ruminating on this morning’s terrible decisions; the strain in his trousers proves to be a pertinent issue, a tent formed in the black fabric and aching to be touched. now that the public eye no longer holds his gaze, his apartment door locked shut behind him, he allows himself to give in to his most base instincts. a hand comes down to cup his hardness as he imagines his fingers as yours, you on your knees below him, those adorably wide eyes staring up at him in desperation. you’d wait for permission, right? you’d beg so prettily like a good little slut should? fuck yeah, you would. you’d be good, you’d take what he would give you — and you would love it.
groaning, he crashes onto his couch, head throwing back against the back cushion as he gropes his cock harder. he’s forgone slipping off his dress shoes and has barely even slipped his coat off before he’s giving in to the pulsing ache in his groin that’s nearly unbearable, the white hot need swirling in his stomach that demands his immediate attention. his belt quickly unbuckled and his trousers pulled halfway down his thighs, he slips his cock from his boxers, gasping at how sensitive he has become.
“oh fuck,” he breathes out into the quiet air, a shuddered sigh following when his thumb swipes over the angry red head, the bead of precum that has gathered there spreading across his skin. he brings his hand up to his lips, gathering some spit beneath his tongue before letting in loll into his palm. bringing it back down, he drags his hand up and down his shaft, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as pleasure rushes through his veins. he pumps his cock steadily, hips rolling up into his hand as if fucking your throat. eyes fluttering closed, his free hand grips the couch, fingernails digging into the worn leather and leaving half-moon indents in their wake. “fuck. god, fuck.”
would you be able to take him? he’s been told he’s big, most women barely able to take him even after extensive prep. he imagines how you’d keen as he enters you, your back arching so prettily and your walls stretching to their limits to accommodate his size. how you’d choke and gag on his cock if he decided to use your throat, tears streaming down your cheeks as you peer up at him pathetically, fingers digging into your thighs as you resist the urge to touch yourself. would you like to be slapped around a little, punished with spankings and little taps to your cheek?
“focus,” he mumbles to no one. to you. “focus, slut. be good for me.”
he’s delirious at this point, has dived so deep into his fantasies that he barely registers that he’s fucking his fist and not your mouth or sweet little cunt. that doesn’t stop his fingers from tightening their grip, squeezing the head before gliding back down again, then back up, the rhythm of his hips growing frenzied as his high inches closer. his free hand smooths up his stomach, taking his button-up with it as he clenches it with desperate fingers. he bites down on the fabric, pumping himself once, twice, three times before his high hits him, his cum spurting out in staccato ribbons. he’s making a mess, but he can’t bring himself to care when this is the best orgasm he’s had in months. the shirt falls from his mouth as he moans unabashedly.
“take it,” he groans, his hips canting upward. “fuckin’— fuckin’ take it. shit. such a perfect little whore for me.”
he cums and he cums, spilling all over himself until he’s milked dry. eyes closed, his contracted muscles melt into the couch, hot pants replacing his moans and groans. a few minutes pass before he fully comes down from his headspace and returns back to earth, only for him to realize just how much he came, staining his clothes and coating his skin in creamy white. he blinks.
reality crashes down on his head.
he just…jerked off to you. he just came so hard he saw stars just from the mere thought of you. oh, he’s in deeper than he first thought. too deep, too quickly, he can barely breathe.
“fuck,” beomgyu murmurs as he stares down at his cum-covered abdomen, his sticky hand. “fuck.”
beomgyu was right: you do come back the next day. and the next. and the next.
over the remainder of the work week, he watches you — well, more so listens to you, but he can’t deny himself the little glimpses he allows himself to take, drinking in how you worry your bottom lip, how the muscles in your throat contract each time you gulp. the poker face that you don crumbles oh so easily whenever he meets your stray gaze. it’s exhilarating, knowing the power he, a complete stranger, has over you. your microscopic slips in expression remain undetected to the rest of the passengers, but he sees every single one. they’re a perfectly entertaining backdrop for your explicit musings.
he knows he could approach you like a normal human being would, but where’s the fun in that? he’s not quite a normal person in his own right, anyway. instead, he’s decided to keep you in his sights, learning what exactly you enjoy, what you like to hear, preparing for the day where he again gathers the courage to toy with you within the walls of your mind. he’s in deep, and at this point, he’s accepted it if only to justify his sadistic obsession with you. actually, on second thought, he wouldn’t quite call it an obsession, perhaps a morbid curiosity more than anything. yeah, that’s all it can be.
it’s almost as if the universe has sent him a little present in the form of you, an apology for the trials and tribulations that whatever is above has rained down on him this past year or so. of course he’s going to savor it. who wouldn’t? so he sticks to his plan, and keeps watching you, listening to you, observing you, identifying your little quirks and deepest, darkest desires. they’ll be quite useful later, he’s sure.
over his…research period, he’s found out a lot about you. you like to be bullied, to be called a slut, a whore, but you also enjoy a little praise mixed in: good slut, good whore, pretty girl is so obedient for sir, for daddy, for master. you’re also not too picky in what you listen to, as long as it contains a male dominant in some capacity. couple’s content, threesomes, gangbangs are all on the table, as are solo audios that usually have some sort of plot to them — coworkers to lovers' first date that ends in sex? check. hot librarian who fucks over a table you after closing? that too. he could go on about what he’s heard in just the solo audios you consume, but even that list would be exhaustive.
by the time friday rolls around, he doesn’t even have to try to search for your mind; call him crazy, but it’s almost as if you, on some subconscious level, know that he wants in and are more than willing to let him. as if you keep the door cracked open just for him.
at least, he likes to think that you do.
staying close, but not too close, to you proves to be difficult today. fridays bring with them a surge of new faces that crowd the subway car, which is generally quite annoying, but at the moment, he also finds it to be frustrating. no seats are open when he boards, he can’t even see you through the dense crowd, but you’re there. your mind is there, open and waiting for him to enter.
though he won’t be able to see your cute little reactions, he steps through that mental threshold.
“it’s okay, baby. shh, don’t cry, you can cum. cum for me, just let go,” a gentle voice coos. aw, you must be having a rough morning, how sad. the only other day you listened to these kinds of audios, you looked absolutely miserable, the corners of your lips pulled down and a deep, pathetic furrow to your brows — it was wednesday, that’s right. two days ago, when you seemed frazzled and completely out of it. a little digging resulted in him learning that you had spilled your coffee all over the concrete on the way here, you thought your hair didn’t look right (even though, to him, it did, it looked perfect — he wished he could’ve told you that), and worst of all, your boss emailed you late the previous night to admonish you for your performance, demanding a meeting first thing that morning.
still, he wishes he could take care of your boss, eliminate that weight off of your shoulders. if it were up to him, your boss would be sitting in the morgue at his place of work, gray and comatose and unable to admonish you for things that beomgyu is sure you had no control over. because that’s how offices work, right? sink or swim, big fish eat the little ones, blaming those below them for everything they should be taking responsibility for. your boss has to be one of those. he was pig-nosed and donning a constant sneer when you pictured the verbal berating you’d be getting once you got to your workplace.
that day, he found himself thinking about how he’s become pretty talented with a scalpel.
“good girl. doing so well for me, pretty girl,” the same voice soothes, soft cries and sniffles from the submissive mixing with the gentle words. he could treat you all sweet too. he could be anything you want, if only you knew him.
he wants you to know him — needs you to, really.
there’s no clear cut reason for your current sour mood, your thoughts too jumbled together for him to properly decipher. are you picking apart your appearance? did you wake up late? is this all because of your boss again? he might just kill the bastard if that’s the case…if only he could approach you, tell you that everything will be okay, but he doesn’t want to knock down the house of cards he’s spent such precious time building over the course of the week. you’re too special for that. it’s the very reason why he tries to blend into the crowd, why he tries to keep eye contact to a minimum. the last thing he needs is for you to run away from him when you’re one of the only things holding him together.
when the car slows to his and your stop, disappointment nips at the space between his eyebrows. he didn’t even get to see you today, and the end of the work week means that he won’t be seeing you for two entire days. sighing, he falls into his typical routine: move towards the doors, wait for them to open, and follow the other exiting passengers out. where could you be? you’re still here, he knows that much since he’s still connected to you, still hears those soft words and moans, but where the fuck are you? you, as in your body. that you.
with a single cursory glance around, he swears he catches a glimpse of your figure before the crowd swallows you whole. as he’s shoved towards the stairs by the crowd, his chest grows heavy.
friday has just begun, but monday couldn’t come any faster.
“so, are you gonna try out?”
yeonjun is far more sober compared to last friday night, his eyes lacking that fatigued droop they always get whenever he’s had too much. beomgyu tears his glazed-over gaze away from the television screen to look at the yeonjun, sinking further into the couch below him. he points to himself. “me?”
yeonjun rolls his eyes, a knee swinging over the arm of the armchair he sits in. “who the fuck else would i be talking to?”
scoffing, beomgyu shoots him a glare. “i don’t know, man. y’don’t have to be a dick about it.”
the open bottle of beer in beomgyu’s hand chills his fingertips, so he switches it to his other hand before taking another sip. meanwhile, soobin plops down next to him with an already open bag of chips, offering some to him. he shakes his head, and soobin shrugs, beginning to munch on them by himself.
“i’m serious though,” yeonjun continues. “you should really try out. there’s not much to it, just dance to one song and you’re done. i’d probably pass you even if you sucked.”
“that’s nepotism,” taehyun chimes in from the floor, eyes trained on the screen as he shoots a player down in the game him and kai are currently obsessed with. the sound of gunfire fills the living room of soobin and yeonjun’s apartment, the murmurs of the two boys a low drone beneath it as they figure out their best strategy to win.
he almost wishes he lived here with soobin and yeonjun, or with the other two. yeonjun and soobin, taehyun and kai — only beomgyu lives alone. alone doesn’t necessarily mean lonely, but in beomgyu’s case, it does. maybe that’s why he’s latched onto you so hard: to cure his loneliness. he swats that thought away like one would a pesky mosquito. he hasn’t latched onto you, he admonishes himself, he’s simply curious. yeah, curious.
just a little innocent curiosity.
disregarding taehyun’s comment, yeonjun raises an eyebrow towards beomgyu. “i know i was drunk when i said that shit last week, but you really have been acting weird since you started at that job. we’ve all noticed.”
“yeah, it’s like you’ve gotten more reserved, or something,” soobin says, words muffled by his chewing. beomgyu grimaces, shifting closer to the arm of the couch.
“you’re the most introverted one here, you can’t say shit,” kai snorts. soobin throws a chip at his head.
“anyway,” yeonjun butts in with a scalding glare before an argument can begin. soobin and kai blanch, mouths closing. “we’re just…concerned about you.”
“is this some kind of intervention?” beomgyu laughs, disbelief apparent in his tone. he’s fine. he has you now.
“no, we just want you to know that there’s other things you could do that would make you happier than work at a fucking funeral home,” taehyun says, eyes still not straying from the tv.
“like joining my dance crew,” yeonjun tacks on.
beomgyu sighs. they’re kind of right, if he’s being honest with himself, but is he ready to put himself out there again? is he ready to face the potential of rejection, of failure? he’s had his life fall apart in front of his eyes once already, what if it happens again?
“...i guess.”
“c’mon.” yeonjun shifts around until he’s leaning on his elbows, focus solely on beomgyu. “tryouts are next saturday. i know how fast you can learn choreography. hell, you could probably learn something in a couple hours and be fine.”
“honestly, you’ll never know if you don’t try,” soobin chimes in. “it might end in something good.”
“yeah,” beomgyu says before taking another large swig of beer. “yeah, i know.”
and so another weekend passes, and monday returns once again.
soobin’s brief, sage advice plays through his mind again and again. although he understands that soobin meant for it to apply to his current career situation, beomgyu has adopted it for his situation with you instead. he should try, he’s going to try, eventually.
it might end in something good, he tells himself over and over again. he has to try.
mondays are a bit less excruciating now that you’re around. he has only known you for a week, but it’s been long enough to know that you make his day-to-day routine bearable — hell, he’ll stay at his terrible job as long as you keep showing up each morning. the day that you don’t will be the nail in his coffin — he chuckles at his stupid joke. yeonjun is rubbing off on him too much.
the sky is overcast today, and endless expanse of gray that contrasts the warmth of the changing leaves that line the sidewalk. it might rain soon, he surmises, but he hopes that it won’t. he’s forgone an umbrella today. digging his hands further into his coat pockets, he ducks into the subway station, descending the stairs and weaving through the crowd until he finds his usual platform. when he gets there, you’ve already arrived, ears vacant of those white earbuds, but it’s not a foreign sight to him. you typically put them in once you sit down. the fact that you get on and get off at the same stop as him…he almost likes to think of all of this as fate.
maybe the universe really is trying to apologize.
the subway arrives at the platform a few minutes later — minutes in which he tries not to stare at you. he’s not a creep, he swears that he’s not. he’s not a creep, he’s not a creep — he repeats this to himself as he follows behind you into the subway car the two of you frequent, he finds a seat across from you a few feet to your left. he can’t be too obvious.
and most importantly, he’s not a creep.
you dig around in your bag. ah, here come those infamous earbuds, he’s sure of it — but then they don’t, and then the digging through your bag grows a degree more frantic, your lips parting as you continue shoving whatever is in there aside in search of your most precious possession.
you feel like crying as panic surges through your veins. oh god, you forgot them. how could you have forgotten them? what are you going to do now?
beomgyu decides to tap into your mind in that moment, finding you in an unbelievably frazzled state. his heart clenches in his chest, he wishes he could help somehow…
wait. he could…oh my god, he could. no, that’s sick, he’s not a creep — well, no, he could. he definitely fucking could, and you’d probably end up liking it…
he could be your temporary replacement for today — no, he could become your constant source, the one you need to get through the day. he could become your audios. he wants to. they’d be far more…interactive, if he did, after all. you’d love what he could do to your pretty fucking body just with access to your mind. reading thoughts isn’t the only thing he can do — and soobin’s right: he’ll never know if he doesn’t try. how could he sit here any longer and not give in to his burning desire to ravage you? you know what? fuck it. this is the perfect opportunity, served up once again on a silver platter, waiting for him to take. he’s not going to let it slip away again — and oh, you just look so devastated right now, how terrible would he be if he didn’t help you?
in a split-second moment, beomgyu decides that today is the day. deep breath. focus. okay, he can do this. one, two, three…
“hello, pretty girl.”
you flinch before you look up and around, only to find no one is looking at you — well, he is, but through his peripherals. wouldn’t want to get caught, would he? suppressing a smirk at your reaction, he shifts in his seat.
“was someone just talking to me?” you ask yourself, brows furrowing as your eyes continue to dart around. your hand comes up to your ear to see if you accidentally remembered your earbuds, your frown deepening when you register that they are, indeed, not in your ears. glancing around again, your eyes skirt over his form. he shivers at the thought of what’s to come, biting his lip as he avoids your gaze. “is this some sort of prank?”
“calm down, sweetheart, this isn’t a prank. now, stop looking around, you’re the only one who heard me.”
your brain flits from thought to thought so quick he can barely keep up, the volume of them rising as you panic. your fingers clench the strap of your purse as if to ground yourself. “am i hallucinating right now? what the fuck? this has to be a prank. should i go to the doctor’s? no, my boss would kill me if i called out, but fuck, i should really go if i’m hearing things—”
beomgyu chuckles, the sound echoing through your mind as well. freezing, your muscles lock up as you look around again. your distressed stream of consciousness stops for a moment, before resuming at a much more rapid pace. “what the fuck, i need to call out right now, where’s my phone—”
sighing, he leans back into his seat and closes his eyes. so cute, how easily you spiral. “quiet that pretty little head of yours, pretty girl. you’re not hallucinating, this is all real. very real.”
a few moments pass before your internal freakout quiets down. for once, silence fills your mind…and rather than him break it, it’s you: “someone’s…talking to me through my mind? this is real?”
“such a smart girl. you figured it out so quickly,” beomgyu taunts, resisting the urge to coo again. adrenaline rushes through his veins, urging him to continue. you need him. he can make you happy. he just needs to hear you say it.
your thighs press together at the praise, fingers digging into the trousers you had chosen to wear. you shouldn’t be feeling like this. this is strange, terribly strange, and even a little frightening, now that you are aware that someone — that a complete stranger, at that — has full reign over your conscious. yet, at the same time, you’re curious to see how this will play out.
“and you can speak to me, too, if you focus hard enough…” his voice trails off. okay, you can do that. allowing your eyelids to flutter shut, you begin to breathe deeply until even the mechanical noises of the subway and the murmurs of passengers vacate your senses. mind empty, you exhale a shaky breath. focus. stay focused.
“hmm, impressive. you’re a natural at this.” god, he needs to quit praising you like that with his deep voice. by the way he laughs, you know he heard that too. fuck.
“who are you and why the fuck are you in my brain?” you decide to ask. straight to the point, no fluff to it, it’s reminiscent of your attitude at the bar where he first laid eyes upon you. this is the wall you put up towards strangers and any other threat to your life, but little do you know, beomgyu’s breached that wall already. this is just a little front. “answer me, you fucking asshole—”
“woah, woah, watch the language. why would i tell you who i am? it’s much more exciting this way, don’t you think?” the smile in his voice is unmistakable, but he purses his lips to keep them from curling upward.
you start to gnaw on your bottom lip, biting hard enough for pain to bloom across your nerve endings. this is stranger you’re talking to right now, a stranger who you’re talking to through your fucking thoughts. this is weird. you never signed up for this. “get the hell out of my mind before— before i—”
“before you what? can’t kick me out, you don’t know how to do that, pretty girl.”
fuck, he’s right — wait, if he’s in your mind right now, can he also control it? is he going to hurt you? is he going to make you his puppet and go on a murder spree? is he in this car with you, or somewhere else? what if…what if…
beomgyu can almost feel your panic swelling in his own chest. fuck, he needs to put a stop to your spiraling before it gets out of control. if you freak out now, then all of his work over the past week will be for naught. after all, he’s not going to do anything without your permission. the last thing he wishes to do is scare you off completely before he can have his fun. with great urgency, he cuts off your ramblings, “hey, now, relax for me, princess. i’m not going to hurt you. i’m as human as you are, just a bit…different, i guess. and i am in the same car as you right now.”
rather than respond, you look around again, eyeing every single man around you with suspicion, even him. he stares at the floor, maintaining what he hopes to be a neutral, borderline bored, expression. he needs to keep it together. he’s gotten this far, he can’t ruin this. “looking around again, huh? if i were that easy to spot, then this game wouldn’t be very fun, would it?”
“game? fucking with my mind is a game to you?”
the corners of his lips twitch up before he’s forcing them back down. this is it, the moment he has been waiting oh so patiently for. keep it together.
“well, not really — i actually have a proposition for you, if you’d hear me out.”
scoffing, you urge him along. “just get on with it.”
“so impatient. that’s okay. i can work with that,” he smirks. “i know what you listen to every morning, you know.”
your heart drops to your stomach. he what? oh god, you think you’re going to be sick. your arms wrap around your stomach, squeezing hard. this is bad, this is really fucking bad. “do you want money, or something? are— are you trying to blackmail me right now? i’ll have you know, i’m actually kinda broke right now. i really don’t wanna end up homeless, can you just. pick someone else to fuck with? there’s like twelve different businessmen in this car, i’m sure they’re rich and corrupt—”
beomgyu’s brows raise imperceptibly. jesus, are you always this flighty? “woah, chill. i’m not here to judge you — or blackmail you, for that matter. i’m not evil. aw, don’t look all shameful now. i told you i’m not here to judge — i actually wanna help you, if you’d let me.”
“help me?” you dumbly echo. “help me how?”
“well,” he starts. “i noticed you forgot your earbuds today, and you just looked so sad and lost without them. how else are you going to get through your commute? and then i thought maybe i could do something about that. y’know, help you out, get you through the morning.”
“so you invaded my privacy just to tell me that you wanna dirty talk to me for the rest of my commute? is that what you mean? ‘cause if so, that’s pretty weird,” you reply, though your stray thoughts that dart around tell him that you’re actually considering his offer — it’s tempting, isn’t it? to give in, to let his deep voice get you all squirmy and needy, knowing he could be anyone in this subway car. still, your words make him laugh, because of course you’re deflecting right now. it’s okay, he hasn’t given you the full story quite yet.
“that’s only part of my offer, princess,” he starts. “i can read minds, yes, but i can also do…other things.”
oh, you’re really considering it now. maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to let him. his voice is nice, and maybe, just maybe, it’s kind of making you horny. after a deep, long breath, you gulp once, then, with curiosity dripping from your tone, you ask, “...like what?”
jackpot.
beomgyu’s high on a mix of adrenaline and dopamine, utterly giddy because he’s got you right where he wants you, where he needs you. he’s played his cards just right, shoved your worries to the side and drew out your curiosity enough that you’ve taken his bait. perfect, oh, this is perfect. he knew you’d be good for him.
“it would be much easier for me to show you.”
“then show me,” you immediately reply, heat flooding your cheeks at the sheer desperation in your voice. god, calm down. he hasn’t even done anything yet.
chuckling at your internal conflict, he decides not to comment. “tell me if you don’t like something. i’ll stop.” he watches as you slightly nod to yourself, a soft “okay,” echoing through your head and into his — thus, he sets his plan into action.
something warm caresses your calf, but when you look down, there’s nothing there. your eyes widen — was that a hand? it definitely felt like one, the way it creeped up the back of your leg, calloused fingertips pressing into your skin. a shiver races down your spine. that had to have been him.
“it was,” he confirms, then his voice is growing impossibly deeper, adopting that gruff edge that you love so much. “you want more, princess? i can give you more.”
another phantom hand skirts over your waist, dragging down over your hips to your right thigh, just to stop there. biting your bottom lip, you nod, hoping that whoever is in your head right now sees it, wherever he is. the hand moves to your inner thigh; despite how tightly pressed together they are, it skirts over your skin with ease, seemingly beneath your trousers. “i need words, pretty girl, or i might just stop right now. and we wouldn’t want that, would we?”
no, you wouldn’t, not at this point. the unbearable ache currently building in your core makes you want to cry; you haven’t felt this level of desperation in a while, and you need to be touched. you need it so fucking bad.
“please.” the single word comes out meek, quiet. shame flushes your face, a fiery heat that spreads up to your ears and down your neck.
you hear the way his breath shudders, causing your own hitch. “fuck, you’re so cute, but i need more than that. beg. beg for me to touch you.”
his voice — fuck, his voice is so deep, so dark and wanton. you wonder what he sounds like when he’s moaning, how he would sound if he fucked you, pounded you into the mattress so hard you saw stars. the image of a faceless stranger fucking you from behind, your back arched behind you and your face buried in the sheets, as he holds your wrists behind your back flits across the big screen of your mind. you shake it away, but the man in your head is already tutting. “use your words, sweetheart, not pictures — though i’d love to do that to you too. you’ve got quite the imagination on you.”
beomgyu’s cock twitches in his boxers as you whine, frantic pleas bubbling up from the deepest, darkest recesses of your mind once he takes the sensation of his hand away from your thigh. you sound halfway dumb already, begging for his hands, his cock, his tongue — anything. you’ll take anything just, “please, sir. please touch me. need you to touch me so bad.”
you don’t even know who he is, yet you’re being so obedient, calling him sir, begging so sweetly for him — it’s like you’re begging straight into his ear. his heart swells at the thought, as does his cock. you sound so pretty, but he finds himself wishing he could hear these words come from your lips instead.
“yeah? my little slut needs more?” he prods, laughing meanly when you whimper out a yes. “aw, ‘course she does. desperate whores always need more, don’t they? so greedy.”
you have to swallow down a whimper at that, focusing so intently on keeping quiet that your nails have dug into your palms deep enough to almost break skin. the pain seems to help keep you grounded — that is, until you feel the sting of a palm against your backside. you flinch in your seat, gasping sharply. the man sitting next to you glances over, but you only hang your head and shrink into yourself. he looks away.
“focus, whore. you’re drawing too much attention to yourself.”
two hands are touching you now. one cupping your pussy, the other wrapped around your throat, pressing into the sides of your neck so you start to grow dizzy. the hand on your throat releases its grip to slide down to your chest, circling around one of your nipples before a thumb swipes over the pebbled flesh. your back arches off of your seat when the sensation morphs into that of lips, plush warmth enveloping your tit before the sharp bite of teeth interrupts. you inhale a shaky breath from your nose as lips return to soothe the sting. despite the hard press of your thighs, the hand on your pussy drags up and down your folds, dipping down to your entrance before dragging up to your clit. a tiny squeak sneaks up your throat before you’re masking it with a cough.
“aren’t you just a sensitive little thing? so wet too,” he coos, shifting his briefcase over his lap to gain some semblance of friction. his fingertips tingle as if your wetness coats them right now. fuck, he’s hard. if it were up to him, you’d be taking his cock right now, moaning so prettily as he presses you up against the wall and fucks up into you, your legs giving out from under you because he’s just making you feel so good, isn’t he? never mind that, he has a job to do. “how about i just…”
two lithe fingers breach your walls while a thumb continues to slowly circle your clit, barely brushing over the sensitive bundle of nerves. you feel like you’re going insane, trying your best to hold still as his fingers begin to move inside you, curling up into your walls. searching, he’s searching for that spot inside you that will get you crying—
then he finds it.
your knee jerks up, your legs falling open slightly before you’re pressing them closed again as he abuses it over and over again, crooking his fingers just right to find it with each thrust. your hips roll up into the sensation, stilling as soon as you realize that you’re squirming too much, being too obvious. people are starting to stare, calm down. calm the fuck down.
god, you don’t think you can. it’s too difficult to keep still with the way he’s finger-fucking you right now. with the way there’s lips suddenly circling your clit, sucking the pearl in so that his tongue can play with it. little kitten licks that make you want to scream and cry and beg for mercy because you don’t know if you can keep up this front of normalcy with the way he’s touching you.
it’s like he’s speaking directly into your ear right now, warm breath fanning over your earlobe, your cheek. “wanna see you fall apart, wanna see you lose it in front of all of these people, baby. bet you wanna cum right now, yeah? just wanna feel good, don’t even care if you quake and cry in public? you’re that fucking desperate for it?”
you nod to yourself, eyes squeezing shut. you’re so close. oh god, you’re going to cum. you’re going to cum like a brainless whore in the middle of a fucking subway car. you’re sick. you’re fucking sick for enjoying this.
you’re just as bad as him, beomgyu decides. he knew you’d like what he could give you, he knew you needed him. it was just a matter of time before you realized that fact. that’s okay, because he needs you just as badly. it’s a carnal need, white hot in the center of his stomach — fuck, he’s obsessed with you. he wants you to be his forever.
and beomgyu knows you’re close, but he’s not quite ready to give you what you want.
“please, oh god. please let me cum. fuckfuckfuck— no, please don’t stop!” you cry as he slows the pace of his fingers. “please no, ‘m so close! no no no—”
“you drive me crazy, it’s only fair if i return the favor. makes it more fun.” ripping the sensation away from you completely, he watches you bottom lip tremble as you blink back tears, your body melting into your seat as the pleasure fades away. “now, now, don’t cry, sweetheart. i have something even better for you.”
a few seconds pass before something breaches your entrance, your walls stretching to their limit, yet the sting of pain never arrives. filled to the brim, you throw your head back against the window behind you. to others, you seem to just be resting your eyes, but the way your mouth falls open is not lost on beomgyu. he knows you can feel him everywhere, knows you can feel the way the head of his cock nearly touches your cervix, how it presses into every single sensitive spot inside you. he knows he’s big, but you take it like a champ, your hips grinding down into the seat, as if to bring him deeper inside you. what a little whore, his little whore.
“y’feel that, pretty girl? feel my big fucking cock inside you?” he asks as your chest heaves, a feeble attempt in holding yourself together. “calm down, now. i’m gonna start moving, okay?”
he doesn’t wait for your response before he’s spoon-feeding you the sensation of his cock pulling out until nothing but his cockhead remains within your walls. a few seconds pass, then your begging returns. tearful, this time, fucking pathetic. he basks in the power that rushes through his entire being. you need him. you need him in order to feel good, and he loves that you do. he brings a hand down to adjust himself in his pants, hissing quietly at the ache that the action brings. he needs to fuck you right now. physically fuck you, none of this thought manipulation bullshit — but no, he has to be patient. he can be patient as long as it’s you.
the subway is slowing down again, and he comes to the gross realization that he only has a few minutes before both of you must depart. dammit, he has to make this quick.
meanwhile, you’re already halfway to your high just at the mere feeling of him inside you. as soon as his cock begins to move again, you’re choking back moans, head hanging low as your muscles tense and your hands press into your lap. you can feel him in your throat each time he thrusts back in, his thrusts growing faster and faster until he’s pounding into you.
“fuck fuck fuckkkkk!” you wail, encouraging him to continue. in reality, your walls clench around nothing, but your mind paints a different picture. you almost beg for him to cum inside, but you cant find the words, too fucked out to think about anything else but the knot in your stomach that grows tighter with each passing second. “fuck, please. please, fuck i’m, nghh—”
imaginary fingers swipe across your clit, and you’re a goner.
thighs quaking, your release coats your panties, walls fluttering, but the movement of his cock doesn’t stop until you’re begging for mercy. beomgyu almost cums in his pants at the depraved wails you emit, half-baked sentences pleading for him to “s-slow down, please. i can’t, no, i can’t — shit!”
finally — finally — he grants you reprieve from the onslaught of pleasure. your body slumps into your seat, your eyes shut as you begin to float back down to earth. the clack-clack-clack of the subway slows until it stops completely. the usual robotic voice announces his stop, but you seem so out of it that you don’t even register that you need to get off.
“good job, baby. you put on quite the show for me,” he praises as he rises to his feet. luckily, he decided on wearing a longer coat today which he uses to cover up his raging hard-on. this has to be fate.
no response. with an excited gleam in his eye, he disconnects from your mind and moves towards you. looming above you, he drinks in the beads of sweat that have formed along your hairline, the wrinkles in your trousers where you gripped the fabric a wee bit too hard, your dreamy eyes and how they blink down at his black loafers before raising to meet his own. concern has painted itself across his features, his head tilting as he holds your bleary gaze.
“are you alright, miss? you look a bit ill.”
you blink once. twice. god, how are you so cute even after getting fucked so hard? he can barely control himself from blurting out who he is.
“what—what stop is this?” you ask him, eyes wide and red-rimmed from your earlier tears. he tells you, and he watches those same eyes widen. “oh shit, this is my stop!”
attempting to stand, you stumble straight into his chest. he catches you with gentle hands before he’s helping you steady yourself. your legs tremble like those of a newborn fawn, sexy yet terribly adorable. he gulps at the image of you unable to walk, legs so sore that you’re forced to let him dote on you, that forms inside his mind. later. that can come later, don’t get too hasty.
“oh, you’re a bit shaky there,” he murmurs, a hand curling around you elbow when you stumble again. “are you sure you’re alright?”
“i’m f-fine, sorry for the trouble,” you reply with a polite, yet jittery, smile, stepping away from him. he wants to tell you to come closer again, he wants to smell your sweet perfume again, feel your warm skin beneath his fingertips.
but good things come to those who wait.
“no worries.” with a charming smile, he shuffles beside you, until the two of you have exited with the rest of the crowd. he catches your wrist before you can get too far, and you turn to face him once more. afterglow looks wonderful on you. “it looks like we’re getting off at the same stop today, so would you like me to walk with you until you’re feeling a bit better? i’m sure some fresh air will do you good.”
you pause for a moment, hesitating. have you seen him somewhere before? you feel like you have. “i…that would be great, actually. thank you.”
“of course,” he nods, holding back a smirk. he can’t help the words that escape him next.
“lead the way, then…pretty girl.”
the way you look back at him with alarmed realization — even a hint of fear — causes a grin to split open his lips. you begin to sputter as you back away, but he merely follows with light, casual steps. “w-what, who—who are you—”
his smile grows knife-sharp. the door opens — it always does.
“aw, c’mon, sweetheart,” he coos inside your mind, biting his lip as he watches your knees buckle. “who else could it be?”
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#txt smut#beomgyu smut#txt x reader#beomgyu x reader#txt imagines#beomgyu imagines#txt x you#txt x y/n#beomgyu x y/n#beomgyu x you#txt hard hours#txt hard thoughts#💌 — gyu#agust.nsfw
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Wriothesley thought.
Wrio giving us the princess/queen treatment bcs he's so whipped for us gives me butteflys🤭
THE WAY HE WOULD 🥺🥺🥺 I'm such a sucker for princess treatment so;;;;; this is so self indulgent HAHAHAA I got so carried away but that's ok ♡♡♡ No prns used !!
Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!
Wrio would treat you so well and and spoil you omg;;;
Opens things for you without you even having to ask! Doors, car doors, soda cans, pudding cups. You name it, he's opening it for you.
The kinda guy who would memorize your schedule and what time you come home, just so that he can go to you and pick you up himself 🥺
Would bring your favorite desserts with him, as well as your thermos full of some tea he made. Gives you lots and lots and lots of kisses when he picks you up, sometimes even literally picks you up and spins you in a circle, not letting you down even when you laugh and scold him because he's so embarrassing! he doesn't care— he just lives for hearing you laugh.
Deposits you in the passenger seat of his car himself, and seatbelts you in with a little kiss to your forehead and your nose. When he gets caught in a red light, he holds your hand, too.
When you go out shopping, he will not allow you to carry a single shopping bag. That's all him. The only thing he wants you to be holding is his hand ♡
Also also !! When you go clothes shopping, know that he's paying for everything that you want, too. If you come out of the changing room, smiling and telling him how good you think you look in the clothes you're fitting, he'll always nod and tell you that he's falling in love with you all over again.
And while you're trying on the next outfit, he's quietly calling over one of the store clerks and handing them his card, telling them to charge everything that you like there ♡ Absolute sugar daddy energy HAHAHAHAHAHAH
Pays for all your meals, too!
He asked you what you're allergic to and what you don't like eating on one of your first few dates together and he's been keeping it all on a list on his phone ever since. He makes absolutely sure that whatever restaurant you dine in, you won't be at risk of anything you can't/don't like eating.
If you feel cold while you hang out, he's giving you his jacket in the blink of an eye. Even rubs your arms and holds your hands so they warm up. Deffo cups your hands in his and blows on them!
And if you get tired? He's kneeling in front of you, telling you to get on his back. he'd give you a piggyback ride back to his car or either of your places (whichever is closer) and brings you a cup of water so you're not dehydrated.
and rest assured that on days where he can't be with you physically, he texts you! Not to much so to the point that it's overwhelming, but he at least sends you a good morning and a good night text :)
Also texts you asking if you've eaten! And and, if you say that you haven't yet, he gets food delivered to your home or your workplace/school 🥺
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#astronetwrk#「 🐈⬛ 」 catcze.desserts#wriothesley x reader#genshin impact x reader#cw gn reader#genshin impact#wriothesley
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Imagine 141, ale and rudy teaching their girlfriend how to drive 💕
How proud would they be when you tell them you’ve passed your test 🥺
ugh if only I could drive but I'm too scared to actually do it and also broke (lessons be expensive man) I also don’t know how other people do tests outside of England so yeah it may be different for each country so sorry :/
Price
◈ I feel he's a good driver
◈ He would teach you with the most patience ever
◈ Makes sure you understand everything before even getting inside the car
◈ Makes sure to take you on plenty of test runs and also on the test routes
◈ He would be so happy when you come back from your test with certificate in hand
◈ Also kind of smug as he knows he was the one to teach you
Soap
◈ Chaotic driver, loud music, car is a mess, drives without his hands so often he forgets it doesn't turn on its own
◈ Him teaching you would also be chaotic
◈ Says shit like "Your not supposed to do this but..."
◈ Shouts at random times to turn or stop resulting in you either having a heart attack or crying
◈ When you pass he picks you up and spins you around
◈ Makes you drive him everywhere now
Gaz
◈ Very safe driver but likes to race people
◈ When he teaches you though he makes sure he's buckled in
◈ Doesn't try to seem scared but he clutches the seatbelt with his whole life
◈ Encourages you though and makes sure your comfortable with your decision to drive
◈ He was anxious when waiting for you to be done with your test but when he saw the smile on your face he knew it was good news
◈ He spoiled you rotten with gifts as a well done present for passing
Ghost
◈ Well...
◈ We all know how much of a shit and RECKLESS driver he is
◈ When he came to teach you he didn't know what was right he just pointed to the pedals and said "Clutch, Brake and Gas. Got it?"
◈ You both nearly got into many car accidents when you actually got onto the road
◈ He wasn't fazed and just said for you to continue
◈ Was happy and also surprised when you passed (it deffo wasn't from his teaching)
Alejandro
◈ This mf is also a shitty driver or drives like a grandpa
◈ Passenger Princess in Rudy's car
◈ He would teach you so well, you will know everything there is to driving in a couple days max
◈ Always looking at the wheel to make sure you’re doing ok
◈ Teases you when you stall it but then apologises
◈ He had prepared you enough and then when you passed your test he immediately went and bought you a car
◈ You said it was too much for him to do but he loves you too much
Rodolfo
◈ Same as Price - an excellent driver
◈ He didn’t want you to get your license as he loves driving you around
◈ He was proud of you when you learnt how to do something new, reversing, parking etc…
◈ Would 100% be talking about safety all the time
◈ He just doesn’t want to see you hurt
◈ Buys you two cupcakes one with condolences and one with congratulations
◈ Obviously was excited when he had to give you the congratulations one
◈ He ate the condolences one
#captain john price x reader#ghost x reader#price x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#captain john price#john soap mactavish x reader#gaz x reader#call of duty#alejandro vargas x reader#rodolfo parra x reader#rodolfo parra#rodolfo rudy parra#alejandro vargas
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❁ཻུ۪۪♡ motel princess
Pairing - shuri/black fem!reader
Word Count - 3.4k
Contains - smut (18+), sub!shuri, dom!reader, needy shuri, pillow princess shuri, shuri is a brat, strap on, penetration, choking, fingering, cunnilingus, some fluff, minimal plot
Divider From - @firefly-graphics
Sneak Peak - She twitches and writhes, as you come back up to face her. You’re glistening from your nose down to your chin, absolutely drenched in Shuri’s wet bliss. She places her palm on the back of your head, forcing you to kiss her as she tastes herself. Both of you attempt to recollect yourself, coming back to reality as you remember where you are. A motel with thin walls and most likely occupied rooms on both sides of you. Neither of you cared
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Writers Note: I enjoyed writing sub!shuri a little too much. I literally love her and need her. There is no plot, this is for my doms and switches. Enjoy my luvs
❁ཻུ۪۪♡ “How much longer?” she sighs, trying to get into a comfortable sleeping position in the passenger's seat.
“Soon baby, soon,” you assure her, grazing your palm on her thigh.
Shuri was like an impatient child, tossing and turning in her seat as you drove down the endless highways surrounded by a continuous change of landscape. You didn’t mind roadtrips, especially when you had the girl you loved the most right beside you. Shuri on the other hand, despite being in the passenger's seat and not in the driver's, had a hard time staying in one place for long periods of time.
Shuri groans, unable to fall asleep through the bumpy roads and you chuckle at her inability to hold still and be patient.
“We’re only an hour away from our motel, I promise we’ll be there soon.”
“We could pull over right now so you can give me some head in the back seat…that’ll put me right to sleep,” Shuri jokes but you know underneath her bold sarcasm was a girl desperate for your touch.
“Not now Shuri, we’re almost there.”
“Fine,” she whines in defeat, turning over so she’s facing the window. You glance over at her, admiring how beautiful she is, even in her bratty state. Of course you wanted to pull over and pleasure your girlfriend with the ways of your tongue. But you knew if you started, you wouldn’t be able to stop, making your road trip much longer than it needs to be. You reach over to grab her chin, gently forcing her to face you.
“You can wait until we get to the motel, ok? Be patient with me please.”
She looked at you intensely with her big brown eyes, and you just knew her mind was thinking about whether to answer you like a spoiled brat or to just be nice with you. She chose the latter.
“Fine, I’ll wait.”
“I love you baby,” you remind her.
“I love you too.” She leaned over and placed a kiss on your cheek, making you smile like a love-sick fool. You were.
The next hour holds the two of you taking turns with the aux cord, counting horses and ‘punch-buggy, no returns!’. Shuri always punched harder than necessary and you would return the gesture but feel bad immediately as she rubbed her arm.
“Ow! I didn’t punch you that hard.”
“Oh, but you did. I’m just not a big baby about it,” you tease.
Finally, after numerous irritable groans from Shuri and counting cows, you two finally pulled up to the motel you intended to stay at for one night before proceeding with your roadtrip. It was fairly late into the evening and it was pouring outside, thunder crashing in the not too far distance. You both grabbed your things, checked in, and made your way to your cozy room. It was a small room, and unlike the rundown exterior, it was warm and welcoming; carrying everything necessary for a one-night sleep.
You both get ready for bed; brushing your teeth, taking quick showers, and changing into your pajamas. Shuri looked adorable in her purple satin pajama set, resting her back on the headboard of the bed with the bedside lamp on. You take your place beside her, yawning in your drowsy state. You were exhausted, and with every right to be. You were on the road for hours, having to put up with Shuri’s attitude while keeping her entertained. You rolled over, shutting the bedside lamp off as your body prepares itself to fall asleep. You rested your head on the pillow before you heard the ‘click’ of the lamp switch, and the room was lit again. You looked over to see an annoyed Shuri.
“What? What’s wrong?,” you ask.
“I’m not tired,” she replies, her voice laced with desperation.
“You were complaining for hours about how tired you were, baby. It’s been a long day, we’ll talk tomorrow, ok? Just go to sleep.” As you were about to reach for the lamp switch once more, Shuri slapped your hand away before you were able to get there. You were growing impatient, irritated with the way she denied you the sleep you seriously needed.
“What now, princess?,” you complain.
“You said you’d give me head,” she pouts. You roll your eyes, stuffing your face into the pillow beneath you as you groan with frustration into the fabric.
“Shuri…I’m exhausted,” you blatantly say.
“Please, y/n. Just your mouth, I only want your mouth and then I promise I’ll let you sleep,” she pleads. You turn around, leaning on your elbow as you position yourself to face her. You lock eyes with her as she tries to win you over with her begging gaze.
“Please?,” she said one last time.
You ponder for a brief moment, not wanting to give into Shuri’s plea as a way to show her she can’t get everything she wants, anytime she wants it. But you knew better. You knew she wouldn’t let you sleep until you satisfied her craving. You let out a sigh, defeated as your lust for her grew stronger than your exhaustion from a long day's drive.
“You’re so needy, you know that right?”
She shrugs her shoulders, proud at the power she has over you even when you swear at times she doesn’t. You take her chin into your fingers as you pull her in, her lips finally touching yours. She moans into your mouth and you grin at the sound of her.
“Just my mouth?”
“Just your mouth,” she assures.
“Bullshit. You know once I start, I won’t be able to stop.”
She smiles. “I know.”
You fully gave into her, placing her on her back as you situate yourself on top of her. Your lips become one in sensual yearning as she begins to grind down on your knee and the action makes you wet. Shuri grinds down harder, her wetness seeping through the fabric of her garments and you can feel it smearing on your bare knee. Your cunt throbs at the contact, eager to replace your knee with your neglected tongue.
“Fuck, Shuri,” you groan. You remove your knee from her pussy, and she exhales in annoyance. “Just be patient with me love, I’ll get there.”
You undress her, disrespectfully removing her pajama set as you leave her in nothing but her boyshorts. You place your mouth on her neck, kissing and sucking on the spot that makes her weak. She responds to your touch, grasping onto you as she softly moans. You brush your fingers against her curls, placing one last kiss into the nape of her neck as you slowly begin to trail down her body. You make sure no crevice remains untouched, claiming her body as your own as she whimpers under your controlling lips. You loved it, the way you made her body squirm in desire as she impatiently waited for you to satiate her hunger. You lift yourself off of her for a brief moment, opening her legs wider as you become mesmerized with the way she oozes through her boyshorts. It was your favourite sight to see, a display of art and you were the artist.
“All this for me, baby?”
“Stop teasing, and just eat me already,” she begs through her tight chest.
“So fucking needy.”
“Fuck, y/n.”
You remove her boyshorts, leaving her bare and exposed; wearing nothing but a smile of anticipation. She loves the way you give into her, the way you comply with her methods to get you between her thighs. And you fall for it everytime.
“Y/n,” she moans, pushing her hips slightly forward as a signal. You know what she needs, but you decide to play with her as a punishment for that smart mouth of hers. You place yourself in between her thighs, placing kisses nearly everywhere but there. She grows impatient, and it’s so obvious through the way she moves her body in desperate motions. She’s throbbing, her cunt walls locking as your mouth inches closer and closer. You knew this. You knew all too well. She groans in both pleasure and frustration one last time as you finally submit to her desires. You spread her dark lips open with your fingers, taking her pounding clit into your mouth. Her back arches instantly at the sensation, and you force her to come back down.
“Relax, my girl.”
You dig yourself into her once again, licking and swiping as she grinds down on your face. Her moans are so filthy, you almost care if the people next door can hear you.
“Unh. Fu..fuck. Y/n, you’re doing so good. Keep going, don’t stop. UNH.”
“Yeah baby, you like that?,” you hum into her cunt.
“Yeah, yeah. Just like that.”
You look up at her as you continue to lap away like a dog, and the scene of her is so indecent and arousing you could cum from the sight alone. The way her mouth is open, forming the perfect “O” as her erect nipples peak off her breasts. She looks down at you, and you keep eye contact with her as you eat her out. The taste of her is euphoric, as you drown in the ocean between her rich thighs. You stick your tongue into her hole, creating playful swirls around her walls as she tightens around you.
“Fuck, y/n, just like that. Ohmygod, unh. UNH.”
She was dangerously close, and this only motivated you to take up a notch. You remove your tongue from inside her, placing it back on her swollen clit. You take two fingers and aggressively hammer them into her, assaulting her used walls as your tongue dances with her clit. Her eyes shut in overwhelming pleasure and the way her spongy walls clenches around your fingers is enough to send you into a state of pure control. You wanted to see the way she submitted to you, surrendered to your mouth and the way it salivated for her.
“Y/n.”
Her hip movements grow as she wraps her legs around your neck.
“Y/N.”
You moan into her pussy and the vibrations of your breath courses through her, forcing her to squirt on your face. You instantly remove your fingers, replacing them with your tongue as you feel and taste her warm juices pour onto your tastebuds and into the back of your throat. You want to swallow every ounce of her, make sure none of her goes to waste. She was delicious. If your body allowed your daily nutrients to come from her, you almost swear she’s all you would eat.
“Fuck, y/n. FUCK.”
She twitches and writhes, as you come back up to face her. You’re glistening from your nose down to your chin, absolutely drenched in Shuri’s wet bliss. She places her palm on the back of your head, forcing you to kiss her as she tastes herself. Both of you attempt to recollect yourself, coming back to reality as you remember where you are. A motel with thin walls and most likely occupied rooms on both sides of you. Neither of you cared.
“Did you bring it?,” she asks through heated lungs. You grin, unable to hold your cheeky smile.
“What ever happened to ‘just my mouth’, hm?,” you tease. She bites her bottom lip, clearly needy for more of you and she knows you’ll give it to her. You begin to kiss her again, pausing before the kiss becomes too heated and you end up drowning between her thighs again. “Of course I brought it, baby.”
She cries softly when you break contact with her lips. You rummage through your belongings looking for the birthday gift Shuri gave you this year. You chuckle as you tighten the harness of your strap, remembering the look on Shuri’s face as you opened up your gift. She knew how much you truly loved to strap her down, so she made you a strap that would allow you to feel the inside of her as if the faux dick was yours. Your girlfriend was a genius.
“What’s so funny?,” she asks, legs spread open and ready to handle the size of you. You meet her back on the bed, placing yourself on top of her once again as you resume your heated session.
“Nothing,” you whisper into her, grinning at how much you crave her. You begin to tease the inside of her wet folds with the tip of your dick, getting off on the sight of how needy she becomes. You grip yourself, swiping up and down between her puffy lips as you wince at the feel of her. She was drenched and you were nothing but a mirror image of that.
“Fuck, y/n, stop playing. Stick it in me already.”
“God, you have no patience,” you groan. You come back up to face her, wrapping your hand around her throat and she smiles. She loves to be choked and you loved doing it. You squeeze harder, easing your way into her entrance. You begin to thrust, and it doesn’t take too long before your tempo becomes remorseless. Her soaking cunt makes your job easier as you restlessly thrust in and out of her. She clutches onto the wrist of the hand that’s wrapped around her throat, and you squeeze just a bit harder. Her moans become stifled as she gasps for air.
“Y/n, I can’t…”
“You can’t what? You can’t breathe?,” you taunt.
She nods her head, unable to reply back to you in words with your palm wrapped around her throat and your dick that’s shoved into her.
“I’ve had to listen to your incessant whining all day, you can shut up for a moment, right baby?”
She responds with nothing but her eyes subtly rolling back, as she takes your brutal movements. You squeeze slightly tighter.
“Right??”
She nods again, tears streaming down her face. You let go lightly, giving her just enough air to breathe through it. You kiss her tears that fall down her cheeks, a gesture of reassurance that your rough play is nothing but an act of love.
“Y/n?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I…mhmm. Oh yeah, yeah just like that, baby. Keep going. Fuck.”
And that is exactly what you do. You keep going, feeling every inch of her throbbing walls paving way to her tender spot.
“Just like that?”
“Mhmm.”
You push into it, your own orgasm approaching as her pussy grapples around you. But you fight it, you always do. It was either Shuri came first or you two came together; any other option was absolutely unwelcome for you. You’ve learned to master the art of withholding your own orgasm, because watching Shuri squirm underneath you as she moaned your name in pure ecstasy was a sight better than any orgasm you could ever have.
“Fuck Shuri, you’re so beautiful. My pretty girl.”
Shuri wraps her legs around you, allowing you to dive into her deeply and wholly. Being so rooted into her feels divine, her pussy a goddess as you bow before her. Her fingers grasp onto your hair as you dig your face into the nape of her neck and you are both on the verge of cumming.
“Your pussy feels so good,” you groan. You nail into her with passion, soaking in every moan and throb seeping off of Shuri as she finally succumbs to your profane movements.
“Yes, y/n. YES, oh GOD.” Her walls close in around you, her pulsating core fucking your throbbing strap; an electric wave travelling up to your clit and down your pussy lips as you forcibly spill into her. Oh how you loved this obscene invention of hers.
“Fuck, Shuri. FUCK.”
But Shuri is in her own world, holding you tight as you thrust through her dilating pussy walls. You did not stop, sending you both to a place unworldly. The sound of your juices mixing together fades in with the heavy raindrops hitting the window pane, and Shuri’s moans blend in with the thunder as one accord. On most days, this is the time where you would slow your tempo, allowing Shuri a moment to gather herself as her body becomes shambles but tonight was different. You’re not sure if it’s the lust mixed in with your drowsiness or if it was simply the pure frustration of having to put up with your whiney girlfriend, but you truly do not stop fucking her. You remove yourself from her neck, resting your forehead on hers as you both moan in harmony. You used her throat as a sense of relief, accidently clenching harder than you intended to and you almost didn’t notice but her choking sobs made you loosen your grip.
“Shit baby, sorry.”
“No it’s ok, unh. It’s ok,” she moans. “I liked it.”
You brought your hand up, gripping the headboard as you thrusted harder and harder. Her mouth hung open, her eyes rolled back as a result of being able to do nothing but take it.
“You take me so well, princess. You always do…fuck.”
“Unh, yes. Oh yes, fuck. Mmmm, yeah.” At this point, Shuri was speaking in tongues, her eyebrows furrowing together in pleasure and you came for the second time at the sound and sight of her.
“Shit, Shuri. FUCK. Oh my, FUCK.” The room around you becomes a haze, your eyesight blurring as you feel the way her tight pussy caresses your dick. Your palms are sweaty, your pussy throbbing as your beautiful girlfriend watches you unravel infront of her.
“You’re so beautiful, y/n. Keep cumming in me. Don’t stop. I wanna feel you.”
“Shit, Shuri. Unh.”
Finally, you begin to slow down your pace, collapsing into her grasp as she holds you tight, your strap still inside her. Both you and Shuri are panting, catching your breath as you slowly begin to pull out. You look down, seeing her swollen pussy as a result of your inability to go easy on her, and you almost feel bad. But you look up, a wide smile appearing on Shuri’s face as she begins to come back to reality. You place a kiss on her pussy lips, and she giggles at the touch. You come back up to face her, placing kisses all over her face and neck.
“How are you feeling, baby? Talk to me.”
“Yeah,” is all she manages to say through her post-orgasm state. You smile, caressing her cheek with your thumb.
“I’m gonna go run you a warm bath, yeah?”
“Yeah,” she shakily replies.
“I’ll be right back, my love. Don’t move.”
You get up quickly, running to the bathroom as you prepare to tend to your girlfriend. There wasn’t much the motel offered you, but you did what you could with the tools you had. You get the bathwater to the perfect temperature, as you scurry out to help her get to the bath. You knew she was sore, but she loved you for it anyway. She stepped into the bathtub, exhaling in relief as she submerged her body into the warm water. You sat beside the tub, placing a kiss on her cheek as she relaxed her body.
“I didn’t overdo it, did I?,” you genuinely ask.
“What? No y/n. You didn’t. You were amazing actually,” she promised.
“Ok good, I just thought I got carried away for a moment.”
“You’re fine, y/n. You did good. You always do.” She stares into you, biting her bottom lip as if she’s holding something back.
“And I bet everyone in this motel knows your name now,” she teases. You mumble something under your breath, embarrassed at the thought but you pull yourself together. She notices your face flush, and she pulls you in for a kiss.
“I love you, y/n.”
“I love you, Shuri.”
The long awaited night finally comes to a close as you both come back to bed. Finally, you’re both able to get the sleep you both need, and this time, Shuri lets you. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡
#shuri x you#smut#fluff#shuri black panther#shuri fanfiction#shuri smut#shuri x reader#sub!shuri#dom!reader
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crazy in love, dina woodward
— dina woodward x black!reader
synopsis: dina as a gf whose literally infatuated with you.
c/n: pretty suggestive, but mostly just fluff!
a/n: was so excited to finally write smth for my bby dina I love her sm!!!
☆ﾟ— gf!dina who loves physical touch and quality time. she loves just laying next to you and admiring all of the features on your face while caressing your face with a big smile on hers.
☆ﾟ— gf!dina who helps you get ready when you guys are going out anywhere, like on a date.
“baby can you help me please?” you ask her while struggling to put on your earrings because you two were kinda late. “was waiting for you to ask me.” she giggles and quickly helps you put your earrings on. “you look beautiful..” she says as she stares at you through the vanity mirror, she adores her gf so much.
☆ﾟ— gf!dina who lovessssss kissing you to wake you up, kissing you before bed, and kissing you even when you’re wide awake and focused on something.
“are you done yettttt?..” she whines, she’s been trying to get your attention for awhile but you were too busy doing whatever you were doing. “almost done baby..just give me like five more minutes.” you say to her but she no longer wanted to wait and just started kissing all over your face which made you two erupt into laughter. “hey stop! that tickles! diiii get off of meeee!!!” “try to stop me then!”
☆ﾟ— gf!dina who loves playing with your hair. she loves playing with your braids, your twists, locs, etc. she oils your scalp for you and even learned how to do cornrows for you anytime you felt like wearing a wig. she’s always ready and willing to do something for her girl.
☆ﾟ— gf!dina who rewatches your story every single time you post yourself. she just be cheesin at her damn phone, watchin her gf look good. ( she don’t even care abt the music startin over, it doesn’t even bother her. all she cares about is her beautiful gf on the screen. )
“dina it’s been ten minutes take ts off now.” “ok fine one more time…OUUUUU look at my baby! I gotta watch it again just hold on.” “DINAAAAAA!!”
☆ﾟ— gf!dina who sets you as her lock and home screen wallpaper so EVERYBODY and I mean EVERYBODYYYYY knows that you’re her girl and if they don’t get it by then, then they’ll be sure to know by the way she CONSTANTLY brings you up in every single conversation she has with anybody even if it has nothing to do with what they’re talking about.
“so I’ve been deciding on whether I should surprise my-” “omg my girlfriend loves surprises!” “???..what?..”
☆ﾟ— gf!dina who loves baking and cooking with you. you guys made cinnamon rolls one time and all you two cared about was just the smell of cinnamon and love in the air. the faint noise of summer walker playing in the back from the tv and you two laughing.
“yk what this icing reminds me of baby?” “dina you are absolutely insane…” “OH COME ON!” “YOU ARE A NASTY NASTYYYY WOMAN DINA.” “you love me though.” “shut up.”
☆ﾟ— gf!dina who gets jealous when she feels as if someone is gettin a little bit too friendly with you…if they compliment you on your hair in a way she thinks was flirting, she’ll take matters into her own hands and start mean muggin them, palming your ass, grabbin your waist..she would do anything to make it known that you were hers.
☆ﾟ— gf!dina who I personally believe is a switch, she loves taking control most of the time but when you’re in control? GODDDDDD THAT WOMAN TURNS FERAL. she turns into putty in your hands, like she’s literally in love with you. you can just touch her in the slightest and she’ll already have goosebumps trailing up her skin.
☆ﾟ— gf!dina who has you as her gorgeous passenger princess. she keeps her hand rested on your thigh or when at a red light, takes it as a chance to just admire you and take in your beautiful features once again. ( sometimes she doesn’t even realize the light is green and snaps out of it once she hears the loud honk of another driver behind you two. 😭😭 )
tags: @mariefilms @machetegirl109 🫧
#brackishkittie#dina x you#dina nolastname#dina woodward#dina tlou#dina the last of us#dina x reader#dina x black!reader#dina x fem reader#dina x y/n
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reader LOVES to be a passenger princess for Ted
and she uses it as an advantage sometimes to be a lil brat
(nsfw btw)
sorry for taking forever to get to this!! but YES i love this prompt hehe (very mild nsfw under the cut i hope that’s ok, gn!reader)
ted is def the type to want to drive you everywhere. like to work, school, wherever, he just liked to drive with you
his broad palm atop your thigh, rubbing circles into it and talking aimlessly about what’s on his mind
you were literally always in his passenger seat, just listening to your favourite playlists
on a particular day when you’re getting driven by him to an event, you’d been teasing him all day and generally being bratty
your hand was resting on the back of his neck, playing with the soft fluffy strands of hair there and wrapping them around your fingers
then your hand would come down to cup his shoulder and trace your finger along his jaw, feeling his soft skin and stubble
you were in standstill traffic, so you were trapped together for however long until it cleared
so you had the fun idea to unbutton his pants and slip your hand down the front to cup him
a sharp inhale, and a knowing look from him
“y/n, what are you doing?!”
“watch the road,” you’d laugh, a little wicked smile on your lips as you rubbed the front of his boxers and felt him get harder under your touch
“stop,” he’d wiggle under your touch, and you’d start to pull away
“you don’t really want me to stop, do you teddy?”
he sighed in defeat, letting your hand come back down and rub him to keep getting him harder to tease him
“wish there wasn’t all these cars around,” you got close to his ear, hand dipping into his boxers and taking his length in your hand
“i’d take you right here, suck you in the front seat.”
he gulped at the way your lips felt on the shell of his ear, hand gripping the steering wheel
“take your big fucking cock in my mouth, make it all nice and wet for you,” you teased, as he ever so slightly fucked into your fist
“i bet you’d like that, huh? in front of all these people?” you could feel him, rock hard in your fist as he pathetically moaned your name
just as you were feeling him start to get worked up, the traffic started to clear up and move, so you were forced to sit back in your seat
he winced at the loss of contact, stuffing himself back into his pants before moving forward
cheeks flushed, pushing his glasses back onto his face and taking deep breaths to calm himself down
“too bad, maybe next time.”
he shook his head, giving you a knowing smirk
“you’re so mean, i’m gonna get you back for that”
#ted nivision x reader#ted nivison x you#ted nivison fanfic#ted nivison x y/n#chuckle sandwich x reader#chuckle sandwich fanfiction#chuckle sandwich fanfic#nat writes#ted nivison smut
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hong woo-jin relationship headcanons (sfw + nsfw)
a/n these r also disorganized and messy but enjoy ! <3
this man is goofy,, but i feel like in the show we mostly saw his unserious side but we also saw how dedicated he was to his friends and he'd be exactly the same if not more dedicated in a relationship
ur his good luck charm. even if ur not super into boxing he just loves that u show up and support him and he definitely fights better (and shows off more) when ur there cheering him on
he's so funny. he's also very loud and extroverted
if ur also loud and extroverted, perfect! he loves dating someone who perfectly matches his energy
if ur more introverted he loves that too,, every introvert needs their extrovert! (and look at how perfect him and gunwoo's dynamic is like)
gun woo would love u. if u weren't already friends with him before u met woo jin, when woo jin introduces u two he thinks you're so sweet and honestly he's just happy that his best friend is happy
u never have to worry about not having anything to talk abt, he's always got something he wants to say even if it's one of the most random things you've ever heard
like he'll talk for hours if no one tells him to shut up
he'd be really good to talk to and have deep convos with as well. like u guys can talk about anything or nothing for hours, serious topics or not
he's very romantic but he's like,, less serious about it? idk does that make sense
like not that he takes it less seriously but he just kinda does "romantic" things without giving it much thought
like he's really cheesy but it's so sweet
his love language is probably physical touch and gift giving
he LOVES when u wear his clothes. especially his jackets
like i said with his love language being physical touch he loves being close to you/touching u.
he's literally a leech
he's always got an arm around ur shoulders or waist, is hugging u
he likes pda tbh. nothing major tho,, he likes to save most of the super touchy feely stuff for when u guys are in private but he loves holding ur hand, having an arm wrapped around u or stealing quick kisses from u
hugs from behind. he loves hugging u in general but he'll literally come up and hug u from behind no matter what ur doing. cooking, cleaning, brushing ur teeth, etc. he'll just come up and wrap his arms around u
if ur shorter and smaller than him especially hell just randomly lift u up in a hug, twirl u around or throw u over his shoulder
he loves cuddling too. like even if u don't go to sleep cuddling, you're gonna wake up with him wrapped around u like a sloth
he loves being the little spoon
he's definitely not a big fan of waking up early
he'll do it if he has to but .. let's be real if he has a choice he's hitting snooze immediately and going back to sleep
if u have to wake up early for work and he's sleeping u literally have to fight for ur life to get out of the embrace he has u wrapped in
u finally manage to peel his arms off of u and get out of bed and he's laying there like 🙁
he's so clingy but it's ok cause he's cute
this man ADORES u. if u guys don't live together yet he's got drawers reserved for u, closet space for u, he'll get u whatever u need to keep at his place for nights that u stay over
i feel like he'd like playfighting. he doesn't take it seriously tho unless ur a boxer too and are roughly the same height as him, cause this man is strong and he doesn't wanna hurt u
like ur over here using all ur strength trying to win and hes not even trying.. he thinks it's so funny
he's ur passenger princess. i feel like he either doesn't have his drivers license or just isn't a big fan of driving
once him and gunwoo get their gold exchanged into money (idk how that stuff works bear with me) he buys u guys a car and makes u drive him everywhere
like u always ask him if he wants to drive since he's literally the one who bought the car and technically it's his and he's like "no 😊" and just happily sits in the passenger seat
he likes watching u drive and being able to control the music (he 100% listens to kpop)
he loves showing u off. like especially when u guys first start dating he'll literally tell everyone he meets so proudly that u two are dating
he lowkey embarrasses u but it's also so sweet so u can't be that mad
he's SO supportive of u in everything that u do and won't judge u whatsoever
he's just boyfriend goals honestly
nsfw under ⬇️
ok now for the good stuff 🤭
he's always up for sex
always.
he's an athlete and has lots of stamina and his sex drive is also just really high i feel like
like compared to gunwoo hes a lot more suggestive ig ?? i cant think of the right word for it
but he's definitely more upfront about it too
u guys r hanging out and ur like "so what do u wanna do?" and he's like "you"
but if ur not up for it he completely forgets abt it tho and wont take offense
this man is obsessed with eating u out. also fingering u like he's just obsessed with pleasing u
it's not that he doesn't care abt his own pleasure but he gets off on pleasing u
he could literally do it for hours too like he just loves how u feel and how u taste and he's happy to keep going for as long as u want
he's really good at it too . his tongue and fingers know all the right places to go and what to do it's just soooo
he also loves when u give him head tho, like this dude is in absolute heaven. he'd rarely ask u for head i feel like, but if u suggest it or ask if u can he's just like "hell yeah"
he worships u. he doesn't understand how he got so lucky like
ur everything to him and he wants to show u that in every way that he can
he's honestly just obsessed with u and ur touch / touching u
it's big. but let's be real we knew that already
like the first time u guys did it, he whipped it out and ur just kinda like 😯
like gunwoo he's also really gentle and i don't think he'd be into anything super rough
he will manhandle u (gently) if ur into that 🙏
he's def kinkier than gunwoo too like i don't see him being into anything super weird but he'd be down to try a lot of stuff
likes when u scrape ur nails down his back and likes getting his hair pulled. not too aggressively but like,,
this man probably has handcuffs .
will not be elaborating more on that (let's unpack that another day)
he's a boob man bc i said so.
he's definitely playful during it too and doesn't mind joking around/laughing while u guys mess around
sorry this section is kinda short but im working on a fic for him that i'll be posting later this week and wanted to save some ideas for that! 🫶
#bloodhounds#bloodhounds x reader#bloodhounds kdrama#hong woo jin#hong woo jin x reader#hong woojin x reader#hong woojin#bloodhounds fanfic#headcanons
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Ok guys I tried 2 hold back but too bad I'm posting headcanons🙌
I am going to tell u about Kate and Toby cause I love them ok. They are soooo sibling guys plz they play fight like hell and argue like siblings and they do shit for each other like siblings ok I DON'T MAKE THE RULES (I did actually.)
So with the small stupid comic I posted yesterday if u can even call it that, I think Tim owns this truck right and it's a beat up 2 seater ok and Tim drives and Brian is the passenger princess and then Toby and Kate are the two freaks who have to sit in the actual truck bed and they are actually so funny back there. I think Toby is actually a smart guy he just doesn't show it well okay because look at him, and Kate didn't even finish middle school cause she was RLLY young when slender got to her and so she's just actually not the sharpest tool in the shed okay she's a creature and I like to think Toby teaches her stuff so like imagine they are in the truck bed ok "Kate.. Kate.. Kate dude.." "Toby shh.. shut tf up" "no Kate dude look.. look at that caterpillar it's really cool it's actual-" "I don't care about that Toby shut up" and he's like "Ohhh okay so god forbid I try to teach you smth." And she's like "Shut up before I push you out of the truck" and he's like "Omfg fine good maybe I'll die this time and you'll be stuck doing a mission with Tim and Brian ALONE you freak" and they just continue to bicker. Tim and Brian don't really like Kate they think she's a monster and don't like her cause in my mind she's the person who tormented them and brought them to Slender's doorstep basically and so they just rlly don't like her LMFAO and I don't blame them either but Kate doesn't really talk to people until Mr. Tobias comes around ok like she lives in those dirty ass mines and hasn't changed her clothes like ever ok so Toby shows up and is like damn bitch you live like this!?? And he immediately starts giving her stuff like clothes he can't fit anymore, maybe a mattress and lots of food and just random shit to do, he convinces her to come around to the proxy cabin more and more and smth I thought would be funny is if Tim and Brian come home from whatever and they just see Kate munchin on a sandwich like it's the best shit she's ever had in her life (it probably is) and Toby is just chillin with her and Tim and Brian are like "what the fuck get out?? Why is she here??" And Toby is like "Dude relaaaax she's not even doing anything" and Kate gives ZERO fucks LMFAO SHE'S LOVING THAT SANDWICH SOO MUCH SHE DOESN'T CARE WHAT'S GOING ON AROUND HER LMFAO. Following proxy shenanigans I like to think Kate and Toby wrestle a lot, you can't put a boy who can't feel pain and a really strong girl next to each other and be best friends and them not fuckin duke it out ok I like to think Nina visits the cabin one day and she opens the door and sees Toby fly over the couch and watch Kate jump after him and they are Rollin around on the ground fighting and Nina is like freaking out "OH MY GOD R U GUYS OK IS THIS THE VIOLENT SLENDER SICKNESS Y'ALL TALK AB" and they stop and look at her like ??? Huh CAUSE TO THEM THEY ARE JUST PLAYIN (I don't blame Nina either like Toby's bleeding from his nose and Kate has a busted lip LMFAOA and they've got like scratches all over)
Ok so I wanna touch on angst cause it's not head cannons unless we're kinda sad actually so like Slender def punishes his proxies ok like when they do smth wrong like fuckin up a mission or like commiting friendly fire on another proxy, so when Kate gets punished I like to think Toby will sit with her and hold onto her while she's freaking out cause it's not just like ohh she's kinda sick no like her fingernails tore off from her tearing at the ground she's screaming until her vocal cords can't make anymore noise she's losing it and Toby sits with her like if she just needs smth to lean on, if she needs something to grab or even something to hurt he's holding onto her like she's gonna die like he already lost one sister ok he's not losing this one too LMFAO and then after it passes I like to think he bandages up her hands, similar to how Toby's mom used to bandage his hands after he chewed his skin off yk?? Ok that's all for this post perhaps goodnight fellas
#creepypasta#ticci toby headcanons#kate the chaster creepypasta#kate the chaser headcanons#ticci toby#ticci toby creepypasta#kate the chaser#creepypasta headcanons
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what relationship headcanons do you think gavi would have ?
I'm not english and being honest, the way, you, my dear anon, asked me this, made me wonder a bit... But I got your point and this is it☺️
Gavi Dating
Ok, we have to have clear something.
I feel like when Gavi falls in love... He falls hard
So he's ready to do everything for his partners happiness and well being
Love language is definitely touching
Hand holding, arm around the shoulder pulling her close to him, hand on her thigh
Neither much nor little
Isn't the type of going out so much, rather stays in
Either just him and his partner or with family or friends
I also feel like, yes, the first thing Gavi would be attracted to would be his partners outside beauty
But eventually after getting to know her better, he would be head over heels for other aspects of her
He probably would fall even before starting the relationship
Would talk about her to his parents and teammates a lot
He would also surprise her with flowers randomly, getting her a nice present or anything. He would like to spoil his partner
Because he feels like she deserves it
If his partner doesn't know how to cook, then he would try his best and learn for the two of them.
You can't always eat junky food, even if you want to
But if his partner does know how to cook, he would annoy her by stealing some food, distracting her while frying something or something among the lines
I feel like he would love first, but won't actually say it first
He can be everything but he can get also nervous
And that would be one of those times
Although he says it
He also shows it
Sends good morning, good evening, through-the-day and good night texts
He would always think of his partner
If she has a drivers licence
He's the passenger princess
Until he gets his, then its his partners turn to be passenger princess
And sometimes rotating to both be passenger princesses
He would love to gossip with his partner
About everything and everyone
If his partner is Latina, he wouldn't have any problem speaking Spanish all day and teaching some Spaniard slang
If she's Spaniard then ¡Hostia tía, joder!
If she's European/American he would love to teach her some Spanish words and would learn her language
He wouldn't like the fact, his girl is too pretty and attracts every male's attention
If she's stressed he would do a spa-day care for the two of them
He would let himself be babied by his girl too
He would be her best friend, partner in crime and lover
All in one
And he would be the best
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hannigram for the ship ask game lmao JAHAHHDHF
OK LETS GO
- Gives nose/forehead kisses
for some reason my instinct says hannibal
- Gets jealous the most
WILL. people think hannibal is the possessive one but i say nay
- Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive
hmmm. hannibal. tho i dont think one would go to a bar without the other
- Takes care of on sick days
oh we Know this one. it is absolutely hannibal. chicken soup. that is all
- Drags the other person out into the water on beach day
will. and hes bringing the dogs too.
- Gives unprompted massages
hannibal for sure
- Drives/rides shotgun
i think will likes being a passenger princess. dont ask me to elaborate
- Brings the other lunch at work
DO I NEED TO ANSWER THIS ONE. DO I REALLY NEED TO. hannibal makes the Best packed lunches no question
- Has the better parental relationship
i. dont actually know. they dont really mention their parents much in the show. theres probably more about it in the books but i havent read them so i will not speculate lest i incur the wrath of the hardcore fans
- Embarrassingly drunk dancer
hannibal. he puts up this front of Extremely Put Together but get a few in him and i bet hes tearing up the dance floor
- Still cries watching Titanic
Will.
- Firmly believes in couples costumes
HANNIBAL. he goes all out i Know it. and will is like babe is this really necessary and hanni is like ITS A GALA WILL WE CANT HALF ASS IT
- Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas
hannibal for sure. he loves spoiling his husband.
- Makes the other eat breakfast
i feel like they both make sure the other eats. they both struggle sometimes.
- Remembers anniversaries
hannibal. this mans attention to detail is impeccable. hes like, will its been one year since we had our first kiss, since we first met, since whatever. and will is like oh cool! haha. is that. important to you or... *sweats nervously*
- Brings up having kids
i dont think either of them will want kids again after. yk. *gestures vaguely at the entire show* but if i had to pick. probably hannibal.
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OK since you've mentioned being a passenger princess for Ross imagine him touching your thigh while driving and you kiss his cheek before getting down the car .I just have some thoughts 😵💫😵💫😵💫
oh yes... just driving down to the cotswolds from london for a weekend getaway and you've booked a cute little cottage there. the whole point is to relax and be loved up after a stressful few months and for you to be a passenger princess so you can stare at him and giggle when he does the hand behind your seat thing while reversing. not that he'll ever admit to it, but he absolutely does it on purpose. that, and the one hand steering wheel turn 🤤
but also because ross loves distracting you and making you feel flustered, he would 100% rest his hand on your thigh while you're busy staring out the window. that does happen a lot when he caresses your thigh very "innocently", slowly trailing his fingers up while driving with the most cool, casual, nonchalant face because he's a tease lmao.
anyway, you do get him back when you're at a rest top by leaning towards him so much that he almost thinks you're going to initiate road head but you give him a quick lil kiss on the cheek before hopping out the car like "can't wait to stretch my legs a bit."
anyway... yes... i have some thoughts too <3
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I humbly offer you some mid-2000s punk band Billy and captain of the basketball team Steve to get you through this Tuesday!
2k
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Fell In Love With A Boy
Billy’s head shoots up, his eyes scanning the parking lot as Céline Dion’s ‘My Heart Will Go On’ starts to blare from someone’s car, the sound polluting the crisp, early March air. He's about to go find who it was and tell them to turn that shit down before his ears bleed, when he notices that it's coming from Steve Harrington’s car, parked right at the front of the lot, giving Billy a perfect view of the brunette slumped down in his seat, head in his hands.
As if drawn in by a magnetic force, Billy stands and starts to walk away from his group of friends toward the car.
“Leave it, Billy,” Carol calls when she notices where he's headed. She knows all about his crush on the other boy, how it consumes his thoughts, even though they all know nothing will ever happen.
Steve's the most popular boy in Hawkins, ruling the school with his perfect princess girlfriend, Nancy Wheeler. He's the star of the basketball and swim teams, and a great artist, his work competing in in competitions at everything from a local to national level. He's also gorgeous, with his floppy brown hair, mile long legs, and preppy clothes.
It would be easier to deny his feelings if the guy was a jerk, but along with being the most popular guy in school, he volunteers at the old age home on the edge of town, and he works weekends in the children’s section of the town library. He's also unfailingly kind to teachers and students alike. He's basically everything Billy wants, a complete opposites attract situation, worlds away from Billy’s punk bands and skateboard, his tattoos and role as drummer for Corroded Coffin, a local pop-punk band.
Billy gives Carol the finger as he walks away, laughing as she tells him to go fuck himself.
As he approaches Harrington’s car, he notices that the other boy singing along, off-key, and that he was crying. Big, hiccoughing sobs wracking his body.
“Uhhhh, hey, Steve?” Billy shouts, trying to be heard over the music. Harrington doesn’t react at all, continuing to cry into his hands. “Steve?” Billy tries again, louder this time.
The brunette pulls his hands off his face, looking up at Billy with big, tear stained eyes. “What do you want?” Harrington shouts back, sounding uncharacteristically gruff. Billy recognizes that it's a little weird that he's there, considering he and Steve’s paths don’t cross a whole lot, but he can’t watch the other boy cry and not do something about it.
“Just wanted to check that you’re ok? You seem a little upset.” That's an understatement. Full on meltdown is a better way to describe it, but Billy isn’t going to be the one to say it.
Steve laughs, almost maniacally. “Upset. Yeah, I’m fucking upset. Nancy just broke up with me. Three years together and she dumps me out of nowhere, saying she’s fallen for the photographer for the school paper.”
Jonathan Byers. Shit, he’d always seemed like an alright guy too. He's Billy’s dealer, and he always gives him a fair price. He's a little quiet, and there was this whole weird thing where his brother had disappeared the year before, presumed dead, only to show up out of nowhere a month later, seemingly perfectly fine, but Billy never expected something like this. Not from Wheeler either, straight A student, editor of the school paper, captain of the field hockey team.
“Can I sit for a minute?” Billy asks, pointing to the passenger seat.
“I guess,” Harrington replies, eying him suspiciously.
He unlocks the door, and Billy walks around, climbing in, sliding his skateboard down at his feet and his backpack into his lap. He turns down the music to reasonable volume and turns to the other boy. “I know it seems like the world is ending, and I know it sucks to have feelings for someone who doesn’t want you, but there are plenty of other bitches in the sea, Harrington. You’ll find the right person for you. Someone who loves you and respects you. Just give it some time.”
Harrington looks at him with those beautiful Bambi eyes. “Uhhh, thanks, Billy, that’s nice of you to say, but it feels like my entire world is crashing down around me and I can’t breathe, and I can’t stop thinking about Nancy and all the good times we had together. I thought I was going to marry her someday.” He breaks into a fresh wave of sobs, turning the mopey music back up.
Billy can’t watch this any longer. He hits eject on the car’s stereo, taking the CD and flinging it into the back seat. “First step to getting over someone. Don’t wallow and think about the good shit. Get angry. Céline Dion’s not going to make you feel better, but I guarantee that I have something that will. Are you free tonight? 7pm?”
Steve eyes him skeptically, but agrees to have Billy come over that evening.
***
Billy spends the rest of the day plotting, creating the perfect playlist. As soon as school lets out, he jumps on his board and heads home, ignoring his friends as they call after him to have a smoke with them.
Thankful that his dad isn’t home until 5, Billy grabs a blank CD and loads up Limewire on the family computer. After an hour’s work, he's satisfied, burning a CD filled with Puddle of Mudd and Blink 182, Rancid and The Used. Music that Harrington can get angry to.
At 7pm, he's at Harrington’s door, handing him the CD labeled FUCK YOU NANCY WHEELER AND JONATHAN BYERS. The title is a little on the nose, but it gets a laugh out of Harrington, so that’s all that matters.
Harrington leads Billy up to his room and pops the CD in his state of the art stereo system. As “She Hates Me” starts blaring from the speakers, Steve bobs his head, looking adorable in his khakis and pink polo.
“Come on, Harrington, I know you’ve got more fire in you than that. You need to get into it.” Billy demonstrates, closing his eyes and thrashing around his room to the loud music. He stops, looking expectantly at Harrington, who's still just bobbing his head. Billy takes his hand, feeling a zip of electricity up his arm at the contact, and leads him around the room. By the time the closing notes of Dammit are playing, Steve is a ball of energy, moving all over the place, screaming along to the music.
They collapse on the bed as the last song fades out, trying to catch their breath. “Don’t you feel better?” Billy asks.
Steve grins. “You know, Billy? I think I do. Thanks.”
***
After that night, he and Steve start hanging out on a semi regular basis. They'll sometimes go to punk shows, or Steve will watch Billy’s band practice. Some nights, Billy will just lay on Steve’s bed, watching him paint, and Billy starts volunteering at the old age home. At first, the seniors don’t know what to make of his tattoos and piercings, but they’ve warmed to him, and now it’s one of the highlife of his week. He’s even burnt a few CDs for one resident, Margaret. She gives him feedback on what she did and didn’t like every time she sees him. She’s a big fan of Blink 182, but could give or take the Dropkick Murphys.
The whole time, Billy falls harder and harder for Harrington, but doesn’t know how to tell him. He knows Billy’s gay and doesn’t seem to have a problem with it, but Billy doesn’t know if he even likes guys, let alone reciprocates Billy’s feelings.
Months slide by, and before Billy knows it, it’s late May and Harrington’s a high school graduate. Billy attends the ceremony, ignoring the scowls of Steve’s parents as he cheers loudly for the other boy. They’re disappointed that Steve’s chosen to stick around Hawkins for another year to get his grades up before reapplying to universities, but Billy’s beyond excited to have Steve around for his senior year.
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Billy’s friends encourage him to let Steve know how he feels, even as Billy denies that Steve likes him back. They tell him that he doesn’t see the way Steve looks at him as he walks away, like it hurts to see him go, how his eyes light up when Billy enters a room, or the look on his face when Billy chats up another guy at a party or a show.
There are a couple of times that something almost happens, when they’re laying out watching the stars in Steve’s yard, or when they’re getting high on Steve’s bed, but something always bursts the bubble and brings them back to reality, the moment ruined.
Unable to take it any longer, Billy’s bandmates help him hatch a plan. At their next show, Billy makes sure that Steve’s in the front row.
They come out on stage, and their singer, Eddie, walks up to the microphone, greeting the small crowd gathered in the local Elk’s Lodge. “Hey everyone, thanks for coming out tonight. We’re Corroded Coffin. Our regularly scheduled show will start soon, but first, we have a special treat. Billy, take it away.”
Billy’s sweating bullets at his drum set, his heart beating a hundred miles a minute. He looks at Carol, who gives him a nod and a small thumbs up from her place behind her bass.
He leans into his microphone, grabbing his drumsticks. “Steve Harrington, this one’s for you.” He takes a deep breath, and starts singing. “In the car, I just can’t wait, to pick you up on our very first date…”
The rest of the room falls away, his eyes only on Steve for the whole length of the song. He gets to see the range of emotions on the other boys face, going from confusion, to shock, to giddy happiness, a grin splitting his face as he bops along to the song, just like Billy taught him.
When he’s done his song, Eddie takes back over and the show goes on. Energy is high in the crowd and among the band members, and Billy’s practically vibrating by the time they’re done performing.
As soon as they walk off the stage, there’s Steve, waiting for him, bouncing on the balls of his feet, smiling wide. “You were great, Billy!” He says, placing his hand on Billy’s shoulder. Billy smiles back at him, the tips of his ears turning pink.
“Thank you, can I meet you outside in a minute? I just have to put my drums in Eddie’s van. Meet me at your car.”
Steve nods, heading out towards the parking lot.
Billy scrambles to get his equipment together, practically running out to the van to toss it in. The cool air feels nice on his flushed skin, and he takes a moment to just breath before running over to Steve’s car.
“So, what did you think of my song?” He asks as he gets in passenger seat.
Steve blushes, ducking his head. “I think it was great. You don’t exactly have Eddie’s voice, but you did pretty good!”
Billy elbows him for that, sticking out his tongue as he lights a cigarette. He’s been trying to quit, but he needs to calm his nerves.
“I also think I’m an idiot for not trying to scoop you up earlier, Billy. I was trying to give myself time to get over Nancy, but I don’t want to wait any longer. What do you say to that first date? Friday night? You, me, a bucket of popcorn and whatever trash they’re playing at the Hawk?”
Billy’s heart leaps. “I say yes. A million times yes, Steve.” He stubs out his cigarette in the little dashboard ashtray. “Can I kiss you?”
Steve grins, nodding. As their lips meet, Billy’s hand cupping Steve’s jaw, Steve’s fist grabbing Billy’s shirt, ‘All The Small Things’ plays softly on the radio, setting a perfect mood.
***
Seven years later, as Billy’s band plays Warped Tour, Steve stands just off stage, wearing a Corroded Coffin t-shirt of his own design, looking out into a crowd of concertgoers wearing matching shirts, cheering and screaming louder than anyone.
#harringrove#billy hargrove#steve harrington#billy x steve#harringrove ficlet#harringrove au#harringrove fic#my fic#chrisbitchtree writes
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Princess Diaries Quote Rp Meme
inspired by @dreammakcr - feel free to edit or change pronouns for rp purposes
you look so… young.”
“Just in case I wasn’t enough of a freak already, let’s add a tiara!”
“Because you saw me when I was invisible.”
“As always, this is as good as it’s going to get.”
Wait, wait. No, not you — I don’t even know you!”
This is getting us nowhere! Talk to me!’
“Thank you. And you look so… clean.”
“No matter how many times you press that, it will still go up and down the same way.”
“The student body may be morally bankrupt, but that doesn’t mean they’re blind!”
“Please don’t crush my soy nuts.”
“Somebody sat on me again.”
If there are no more passengers, I think we should close the door.”
“I have never worn pantyhose, but it sounds very dangerous.”
“I can’t talk to you right now. I’m late for a meeting with my guidance counselor.”
“Oh no, sweetie, I was in a very important meeting. Send it out for dry cleaning.”
“Sir, you will find that the word fear is not in my vocabulary!”
“Almost, but anyone can see your desires. No one knows what’s in your heart.”
“I’m a girl who loves black and is wearing pink.”
“I would kneel if it weren’t for my knee replacement.”
“A queen is never late. Everyone else is simply early.”
“A queen is never late. Everyone else is simply early.”
“Just because I didn’t get my fairytale doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.”
“If you hurt my girl, you will answer directly to me, and whatever crimes I commit against you, remember, I have diplomatic immunity in 46 countries, including Puerto Rico.”
“That Backstreet Boy clone you’ve had a crush on for years?”
“Is your mom dating an undertaker?”
“Nepotism belongs in the arts, not in plumbing.”
“I can’t be a princess! I’m still waiting for normal body parts to arrive!”
“I’m late for a meeting with Spain and Portugal!”
Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent.”
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, with hair so fine. Come out your window, climb down the vine.”
“The feat you ask, dear sir, isn’t easy. And I won’t respond to that line, it’s far too cheesy.”
“Oh, how brave. Most interns don’t even want to fetch my tea.”
“Your Majesty, I would gladly take a bullet for you.”
“We never rush; we hasten.”
“OK, I look like an asparagus.”
“But a very, very cute asparagus!”
“It’s not appropriate for royalty to jingle.”
“Tell me: How does my mother, or any person for that matter, go into a parent/teacher conference and come out with a date?”
“I look like a moose.”
can you just pretend you have a life for just one moment?”
“I’m late for a meeting with Spain and Portugal!”
“I don’t want to rule my own country, I just want to pass the tenth grade.”
“Ah, yes, but a very cute moose! Make all the boy moose go ‘WAAAAH!’”
can you drop us off a block from the school? I don’t want to cause a riot with this hearse.”
“This is a non-riot hearse. If it were a hearse, there would be silence in the backseat.”
“You know, most kids shop for a car for their sixteenth birthday, not a country!”
could you try to talk without moving your lips? The press have binoculars.
911, I'd like to report an accident... They put me on hold!”
Is this punishment for driving without a licensed driver in the front seat?”
I am invisible, and I am wet.”
“A princess never chases a chicken.”
“I beg your pardon, ‘Shut up’?”
“Now, what did you want to tell me?”
“Oh, your majesty, in America, it doesn’t always mean to be quiet. Here it could mean ‘wow,’ ‘gee-whiz,’ ‘golly wolly.’”
“I already have braces.”
“I haven’t danced with you since your birthday.”
“No, it’s bigger than orthodontia.”
“Think about it: I just found out that my cable only reaches 12 people.”
did you see what she did to me?!”
“Something that, I think, will have a very big impact upon your life.”
it’s not a championship game. It’s not even a big game. It’s just gym class. Just hit the ball. I don’t want to flunk you in gym class. C’mon, you can do it. Keep your eye on the ball.”
“The secret is, I still want to.”
“That’s a fact, not a secret.”
“A few moments ago, I realized the only reason I was getting married was because of a law, and that didn’t seem like a good enough reason. So, I won’t be getting married today. My grandmother has ruled without a man at her side for quite some time, and… I think she rocks at it.”
“Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear. The brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all. From now on you’ll be traveling the road between who you think you are and who you can be. The key is to allow yourself to make the journey.”
“To be a princess, you have to believe that you are a princess. You’ve got to walk the way you think a princess would walk. So, you gotta think tall, you gotta smile and wave, and just have fun.
What I really can't understand is that you ditched me again yesterday when I really needed your help at the greenpeace petition.”
“From now on you’ll be traveling the road between who you think you are and who you can be. The key is to allow yourself to make the journey.”
“I don’t feel protected. You try living for 15 years thinking that you’re one person, and then in five minutes, you find out you’re a princess.”
“I love your eyebrows. We’ll call them Frieda and Kahlo. If Brooke Shields married Groucho Marx, their child would have your eyebrows!”
“I’m taking your charm off of my charm bracelet and it’s going in the dirt!”
“Oh, come on, girls! It’s a ball, not a snake. Back in formation!
#open rp#open to all#open to anyone#ask meme#open meme#open to anybody#rp meme#ask prompt#roleplay meme#memes#open starter#anne hathaway#princess diaries#princess diaries 2#meg cabot#Julie Andrés#princess mia
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hi art <3 thought i'd answer your cute lil year-end survey because i just have to talk about my favorite drabble of yours...
but then i was going through the second masterlist and as i was reading each title i went 'oh that's definitely my favorite- no wait- that one, no no that one-' so it's safe to say narrowing it down to my top three was...a challenge.
but! i did my research and found my answers cause you're my favorite writer and you know that saying that's like, 'if i could only paint one person for the rest of my life, i'd choose you?' it's like that for me but with your writing hehehe ♡♡♡
anyway, i'd have to say my three favorite drabbles from the in which collection are probably:
> in which you are jungkook’s religion and he wants to be your passenger princess
> in which jungkook can sleep without you, but he’d rather not to
those two are probably mostly cause i'm sentimental and they were the first drabbles of yours that i read so re-reading them makes me all mushy (and the very obvious fact that damn your writing is amazing)
and the third one is obviously the queen: > in which jungkook can’t sleep, and he can’t stop kissing you either (just now realizing that this is gonna be so long, i'm so sorry T^T)
Next, some of my favorite scenes in your writing are where it's more from jungkook's perspective? it's so cute how he sees oc, and you are really good at painting a picture and making us see them in the same way (and also vice versa for when oc is thinking or talking about jk)
as for some of my favorite paragraphs or lines, there's a specific way you write sometimes that i can't really describe? but it always makes me wanna bawl in a very endeared manner lmao. a few examples are:
"however, for the jungkook of today, control is an abandoned form of self-destruction and he can tell you in confidence that ‘here i am in all my glory. there are unfixable, fractured parts of me and i am laying them out on the floor for you to see- you can take me or leave me, but i know you’ll always choose the former’"
"he wants to get under your skin, let his pounding heart cross the distance and meet yours like two penpals throwing caution to the wind. however, your hearts are prisoners to your vessels."
and oh my goodness there is another one i can't find :'( (my professors would be so disappointed in me not citing my final source lol) but it's an opening for one of the drabbles and i have it vaguely memorized inside my brain but can't seem to think of any of the words for it lmao. i don't even think it was from the second collection but all i know is that it talked about them moving mountains and crossing oceans to see each other and them loving living together. it is very dear to me hehe. (also may i just add, art. i-...stop lying to us all. how much poetry do you have published and listed with the biggest accolades? cause there's no way you just casually write like that and maybe i'm biased, but! if you haven't already received every accomplishment outside of tumblr for your writing it's cause your brain is too good at it for an accolade to even be created that matches it...)
ok, now for the favorite character question, it's not technically an answer but i love jungkook and oc both equally. i espcially love how they are very human. not to put down any other works, but the way you write is incredibly realistic which i really appreciate. just in a 5k word drabble i can instantly feel connected to both characters, what's happening in the drabble, and how relatable aspects of their personalities are. both your writing and the characters are soft and fluffy but also realistic in the way that it doesn't seem like they're in some dream-world where everything is perfect. they both have flaws and acknowledge them and just seem like, people? i don't know how to put it but argh you're very good at writing characters.
as for which year i'd love to see more of, i'd say it'd be really fun to see the earlier aspects of their relationship and them being giddy over one another, but i also love the 2022-2023 stuff when they're living together because i'm a sucker for domesticity and i find reading about them sharing a living space and having bam so endearing. and then for the season i'd want to see more of, i'd say either winter or spring! i think spring is such a pretty time of year and brings so much to appreciate, but winter is my favorite season because the cold and snow are so much fun to me hehe.
okok, i think that's it! sorry for this being so long :O but also just know that if you ever have doubts in your writing, someone just wrote a full 800 words on why they love it and appreciate it sooo....♡♡♡
anyway, i hope you're doing ok and have the time to do things that make you happy! please stay healthy and hydrated and i hope you have a nice day or night <3
-🌙
just know that if you ever have doubts in your writing, someone just wrote a full 800 words on why they love it and appreciate it sooo....♡♡♡
oh, the way this brought me to tears. no kidding 🥲 my writing being worth the time to be also be written about by a person got me so freaking happy and also overwhelmed lol i want to give you so many kisses and huggies!!!! i don’t know what to say 🥹 i’m just so so so so grateful 🥹
oooo and i think the part you couldn’t recall where it’s from is the opening of in which alcohol plus k-drama is equals to your and jungkook’s tears !! 🥰 i rbed it recently that’s why i remembered but i wouldn’t have recalled it too omg it’s only this year but it feels so long ago
(also may i just add, art. i-...stop lying to us all. how much poetry do you have published and listed with the biggest accolades? cause there's no way you just casually write like that and maybe i'm biased, but! if you haven't already received every accomplishment outside of tumblr for your writing it's cause your brain is too good at it for an accolade to even be created that matches it...)
anonie ur such a cutie i love you 😭😭😭 how wonderful would that be <3 in the future though… might have to come up with a pseudonym. i’ll get find out too easily with artemis 🫢
i espcially love how they are very human. not to put down any other works, but the way you write is incredibly realistic which i really appreciate… both your writing and the characters are soft and fluffy but also realistic in the way that it doesn't seem like they're in some dream-world where everything is perfect. they both have flaws and acknowledge them and just seem like, people?
this is something i also very much appreciate hearing 🥺 like this is always one of my concerns, making them feel realistic as a couple and individuals. nowadays we seem to live in a near dystopian world and it’s beginning to feel like long term healthy relationships are seen as unrealistic and it’s honestly sad. it is possible !! between two flawed people who want to make it work !! <3 thank you 😭😭😭
this was one of the best christmas gifts i’ve ever received 🥺 i really didn’t expect to receive such a beautiful message in my inbox. as a writer it’s really so easy to lose motivation but rn i am filled with warmth and pride <3 i love you so much and i hope the year 2024 brings you all the joy you deserve in life! 🫂🩵
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Boyfriend!Geto Headcanons
Suggestive MDNI 18+ only
This is very general and not all of these will fit everyone so just pick and choose what applies to you. Some of these are a little ooc, but idk, I'm used to writing full-length fics. I was high and bored, don't hate.
Geto would ask you out so nonchalantly you wouldn't even know it. It's almost like he tricked you into the date, but you can't even be mad about it because he's so cute.
You two would split the bill on the first few dates if you really insisted, but after becoming an official couple, you'd never touch your wallet again.
I just know this man smells… I'm not even gonna finish that because I have such mixed feelings. Suguru would smell like smoke, rain, and pine trees, but if you think about it, that might not necessarily be good. I’d probably be into it.
If you smoke too, he never lets you light your cigarettes with a lighter. It's always burnt off the end of his, but then he also wants you to always have a lighter in case he needs it. Call him romantic, idc, but it's lowkey annoying.
Suguru would make it a point to do all the "classic" boyfriend things (making you walk on the inside of the sidewalk, opening doors for you, paying for dinner), but he has to point it out. He'd say some shit like, "It's like you want to get hit by a car," or "Don't reach for your wallet. You're making me look bad."
He always remembers any plans you have, even if you only mention them in passing. Whether it be a family dinner or a doctor's appointment, he'll remember it and call you after to see how it went. Sometimes it'll be something menial, like taking your pet to get groomed, but he'll call after anyway just for an excuse to talk to you.
I think Suguru would be the type to give a relationship his all but play it off as not a big deal. He'd fill your room with roses for Valentine's Day, then say it was easy because the flower shop delivers.
He'd be the type to hate when you stress over him, even if it's a nice thing like organizing date night. Especially if your life is already stressful, he'd hate to add on to that.
For that reason, he really appreciates when you do simple things for him that he knows are not a huge trouble for you, but still thoughtful. Getting an extra coffee for him, calling him to say goodnight, offering to drive for dates (he's a passenger princess omm), etc.
Suguru doesn't mind making out with you without the expectation of going further. He’d probably think it's nice to just be close to you for whatever moments you have, and it can be nice to build anticipation throughout the day.
His favorite time with you is that moment when you just wake up and see him for the first time. A big lazy grin spreads across your face and it just makes his heart melt.
His biggest turn-on, call him sappy, is talking about your future. LMAO… but like when you mention wanting him forever or having his kids, it just kinda gets him going.
But physically, I think he'd be into a girl with big, pouty lips. He'd drool when you put lip gloss on. Just picturing how soft you'd be, dragging your pretty lips down his body. You're putting on chapstick and he's hard.
You will never meet a better kisser than him. He's doing shit with his tongue that you didn't know was possible, but it's not awkward somehow. Y’all know where else he putting that mouth. I'm sick in the head.
Anyways, Geto loves to cook for you. He already likes cooking, so making dinner for you can be kinda relaxing. It's almost meditative as he listens to you talk about your day.
I personally hc him as Latino. So that being said, I think he definitely would be into dancing. He's on the floor at family parties (RIP). The tias love him. 100% approval rating.
Suguru wants kids with you so bad too, like he's actually a little insane. Once he knew you were it for him, the next logical step was to baby-trap you. He feels guilty about it now, but at the same time he genuinely wants to have a kid with you.
Ok that's it for now, bye <3<3<3
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