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#I’d edit this but I’m lazy
okaybutmakeitgayer · 2 years
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you’re gone, gone
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gone away
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I watched you disappear
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all that’s left
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is a ghost of you
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hmslusitania · 10 months
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The would you fuck your clone meme but its real willow saying “no because what if my clone was evil” and alternate dimension vampire willow saying “yes”
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beyondthepaper · 3 months
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I could totally see Blythe doing the "Lola was a showgirl" trend (idk what you call it)
holy moly, that’s such an epic idea, holyy-
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g0dhole · 1 year
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dennis: “how about a joke! knock knock.”
mac: “dad?!”
dennis: “what?? no.”
mac: *bursts into tears*
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kingofbr00klyn · 2 years
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“We have food at home”
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bizarreparadox · 1 year
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*something tense is happening in a dario argento film*
the score:
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lemontartyellow · 5 months
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Do y’all remember the CPR x Reese’s Puffs x Misery thing. Cuz Ed is all three at once.
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lovevalley45 · 1 year
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my mood going into this new neverafter: that one meme from parks n rec like “someone will die” “of fun” except instead of dying of fun they ARE dying of furniture construct inflicted murder
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rosicheeks · 1 year
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🤔
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solbaby7 · 1 month
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Tough Lover
[part 2 to A Guy Who Takes His Time]
pairing: azriel x burlesque!reader
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warnings: not edited, swearing, sexual themes, burlesque themes, can you tell i’m a fiend for a fictional character?
summary: When the guy who takes his time doesn’t want to take things so slow after your latest show.
It had been weeks since you’d last seen the handsome inky haired Illyrian with wings so large and shadows so curious, you’d been left reeling by the end of the night. He was polite; a perfect gentleman who’d opened your door and pulled back your chair and ordered you a water to accompany the drink you’d asked for.
Azriel was attentive, that hazel gaze like lasers as he watched you, the way your mouth moved to form words, the way your nose crunched when the liquor was especially strong, the wince when the healing blisters on your feet rubbed against leather. “How long have you been doing that?”
You’re hesitant when you answer, fingers curled around your glass as the lantern crackled gently beside them. The booth was rather comfortable, pushed towards the back of the restaurant for privacy and the large window of walls was quite comforting; the twinkle of stars above shining in the night. “A while. Almost ten years.”
His brows raise slightly, his quirk in to the side a little and the light on tanned skin makes him look godly. It’s unmistakable the muscle beneath a shirt so deep a blue it was nearly black. “And you still enjoy it?”
“I love it.” The smile that grows takes his breath away, the makeup you’d been wearing for the show earlier was mostly wiped off, the bright red lipstick nothing more than a stain and it’s debilitating how badly he wants to lean over the table and kiss you—but that would be too forward and Azriel had promised to take his time. “There’s very little I love more than the feeling I get when I’m on that stage and everyone’s eyes are on me.”
You blush a little at the confession, head dipping down as you nervously sip at your drink—something fruity and strong. One more and the nerves would subside, two and you’d be ruling the conversation just as you did back at the bar. “Is that right?” The breathy tone of his voice isn’t not nearly as tame as he’d been before, leather gloves straining under the clench of his fingers. “Tell me, do you often go out with captivated customers after work?”
“Captivated, are you?” You feed into his flattery, leaning back to playfully show off the classy dip of your neckline, the simple black dress you’d changed into nearly sweeping the spymaster clean off his feet when you’d emerged from the changing rooms. All soft skin and sweet smelling body oils and perfume that sent shimmers across your collarbones. “I find that hard to believe when you’d done your best job keeping your eyes off me earlier.” There’s a pout on blushed lips and you don’t miss the way Azriel’s eyes dart down to them. “You made me come get you myself.”
“Everyone else’s attention wasn’t enough?” A chuckle pulls from his chest, form leaning into his chair and the large wings behind him seem to relax with the movement, even if they do remain high behind him to stay off the floor. You can’t help the way you squirm, teeth biting at the fat of your bottom lip as you struggle for an answer that doesn’t make you seem desperate or too needy. “Answer me.”
It’s a gentle command but you’re surprised by how quickly your body complies, mouth moving before you can stop it. “You were the only one not looking,” You don’t hear the bustle of customers around you, the clicking every so often from the dishwashers in the back and the occasional shout for the busboy; you’re too engrossed in the man before you. “It was like you were just begging for me prove that I was worth whatever generous amount your High Lord forked over for the most expensive booth in the bar.” Azriel can’t be sure if you’ve even noticed how your tone changed, lids going lazy as you relived the experience. “You were the first challenge I’d had in a long while.”
“So, only challenges get to take you to dinner?”
The straw of your drink is caught between your teeth, eyes flirty under thick lashes and the feminine giggle you offer him sends a feeling shooting deep in Azriel’s gut. “No,” The world drawls on your tongue, a manicured hand tracing the rim of your glass. “Just you.”
Azriel seems pleased by the admission, shoulders shifting slightly and his tongue slowly traces along his bottom lip. “I see, I’m just special.”
The tension is undeniable, the thrum of excitement buzzes beneath your skin and the way he’s staring at you was a greater high than a full show dedicated to you alone. “Special enough to let you be the first customer to touch me—let alone keep a souvenir.”
An easy smile formed on his handsome features, strong cheekbones and full lips; slinking shadows kissing at his form, curling around his neck and arms. “You shouldn’t tell me things like that,” Your breath hitches, eyes stuck on his own as the cool caress of his shadows trail up your heel, around your ankle, trailing up, up, up, until they were skimming over the stitching at the hem of your dress. “My brothers say I have a bit of a possessive streak.”
You try not to think about it too hard, throat bobbing when you swallow. “Those were your brothers? That’s one hell of a gene pool.”
“We aren’t related by blood,” He confesses softly, the love for the two showing through whether he’d planned for it to or not. “They’re my chosen family.”
A little noise of understanding pulls from you, eyes fluttering shut a moment and briefly you’re reminding of your own—of Tess and Sean and all the other members of the bar that you’d known for what felt like forever. “The woman who let you wait for me—Tess. She’s that for me; she’s probably the only person who really knows me.”
Azriel doesn’t answer right away, only nods a little as if he too felt the same about his brothers. The waitstaff bristles by, setting down steaming hot plates of rice and potatoes and steamed vegetables. He watches a giddy smile form on your face, the sincere thanks you offer and you’re reaching for your fork when words finally escape him. “I think I’d like to be one of those people too.”
That had been two weeks ago and you’d hadn’t seen him since.
You hated how much it affected you.
How every time the bar’s doors chimed, your head whipped over to see if it was him—it never was.
“Curtains!” Tess calls, fingers snapping at Harrison; the sweet guy who'd been filling in for the previous DJ. He'd taken suprisingly well to Tess' mood swings, no longer flinching when her voice all but shrieked in his ear to get back to the booth. Sean has his fingers through your hair, a mascara wand balanced between his lips as another was muttering for you to suck in while she fastened the clasps in your corset. Heels click against the floor but a cool hand is curling around your arm before you can take your mark and the tone Tess takes with you makes your feet tremble in custom shoes. "I don't know what happened between you and," She pauses when your gaze hardens. "I don't know what happened but it has been affecting you out there. Do I need to remind you who owns that stage?"
Such simple words and yet the care behind them pours much needed strength back into your body. The confidence Tess always admired shone through for the first time in two weeks; head high and shoulders back, your posture the picture of perfection when answering with a firm, "No."
"Then go to your mark and do what you do best."
The usual mantra doesn't repeat on a loop in your brain like it usually did. There was no need to worry about presence or engagement or confidence as all of the necessary attributes had branded themselves in your bloodstream, coursing through your veins and fueling the steadily beating heart throbbing against your ribcage. You can barely breathe, the laces cinched tightly at your waist, the cool caress of a necklace being clasped around your neck.
Such doting and still you didn’t feel fulfilled.
Leather and diamonds.
A pouty red lip.
The band and their first few counts. Lights beam and the bustle of customers slows to sipping on strong drinks in tall bar stools or relaxed comfortably in the cheaper booths with bottles chilling on ice.
Sad or not, you never got tired of the looks—the attention and while most nights the glint of adoration for the sweet, sultry words sung under dim lights.
I want a tough lover
yeah, yeah, yeah
A twinkling chime, the thudding bass of the drum; the steady smirk that creeped its way on your mouth when you felt the cool caress of shadows twisting at your ankle.
You ignore it.
It takes every cell in your body to fight the urge to surveil the room for the owner of those shadows but somehow you manage.
A tough lover, yeah
When he kisses me, I get that thrill
Lights trail your every move, illuminating the diamonds clasped to your neck with a taunting glint that screamed “look but don’t touch”.
Two whole weeks you’d spent on this stage feeling like a ghost of yourself and all at once the life floods back in. The allure of such confidence hypnotizes the crowd and you catch even a few of the waitstaff pausing in place, trays of drinks balanced in the palm of their hands as they watched you flounce around stage.
It’s addicting—the attention. Fawning females and drooling males gobbling up smooth skin and pushed up breasts. Devouring the sinful leather bottoms that showed more than they covered and with such obvious sex appeal, you tone down the dancing. No obnoxious moves or overly erotic movements; just grace and confidence.
You can feel Azriel’s eyes burning a hole into your skin when you prance down the stairs, hair unbound and hips swishing from side to side as you strut down a path of your own making. The gathered crowd parts to make room for you, chairs turning and necks craning for a better look—a second whiff at the expensive perfumes and enticing oils that lingered in your wake.
Well, the seven sisters got nothing on him
I’m talkin’ ‘bout a lover who’s fast as the wind
The males in attendance are obvious in their desire, backs pressed firmly to their chairs with legs spread wide. Hands brace at their thighs, aware of your interactiveness with the crowd and present themselves as the perfect playthings—completely at your disposal.
You take one step, sights set on a target—a regular you’d seen time and time again. Always comfortable in a booth but casual, watching with interest but never more than the respectable amount.
A safe pick.
But before your outstretched hand can touch his shoulder, cool darkness wraps around your wrist and swiftly twirls you into the arms of another. He smells just as you remembered at dinner, tucked in that cozy corner with a view. It takes genuine effort not to pay him any mind; to treat him as you would any other customer but the hand that rests on your hip is claiming—burning the brand of him on your flesh for all to see.
Everyone will talk about how he got me fixed
It ain’t voodoo it’s just the twist
Azriel doesn’t move a muscle, expression stony and irises burning when staring down at you through the dimmed lights. You use him like a toy; hands bracing on strong shoulders when you dance around him, throwing a leg over his hip as you continued the routine without a hitch.
The others watch in awe at the fluid grace of multi-tasking. Teasing just enough and stepping away before you’d gotten too caught up in the desire of it all to forget about his sudden disappearance. He never lets you stray too far, quick to reign you back in when you playfully try to grab after another.
No one dares to come any closer and it takes more than a few reassuring glances to the male waitstaff lingering before they continue serving as normal. Azriel keeps you there until the whole song is finished and when you’re walking back on stage for the next set, you’re acutely aware of his presence behind you.
Sean watches you walk past with raised brows, a lace number held limp in his grasp as his eyes shamelessly scan at Azriel’s physique in approval. The girls pause their flouncing, manicured nails curled around mascara wands and smoothing down wrinkles in their outfits. Sparing a side eye and knowing smirks when the shadowsinger follows close behind you to your private dressing room—a perk of being the star of the show.
You’ve just passed the door, sparing a look over your shoulder when Tess shoots out an arm to tug Azriel away. Words are exchanged, things too quiet for you to catch but there’s no question it’s about you judging on the way they keep stealing glimpses.
Patience had never been your strong suit and you’re grateful when Tess wraps it up and saunters off, the sound of her heels fading away into the steady thrum of music. It goes quiet when he closes the door, the lock turning with a click. For a moment, all he does is look at you. Golden eyes raking down the length of you and up again before speaking. “Your friends are very protective of you.”
“I don’t have friends—they’re my family.” It has a bite to them, your words and you try not to feel guilty about it while easing the earrings from your lobes. “It’s instinct to protect things that are yours.” The jewelry is tossed haphazardly onto the vanity and if you were less secure in the way you looked, you would’ve been more embarrassed by your attire compared to his own. “Why are you here?”
Why are you here now?
You can’t bring yourself to fully ask, too afraid of the answer. Not afraid enough to avoid his eyes though, brows furrowed in contempt and under any other situation Azriel would’ve allowed himself to get flustered by the scowl on your painted lips. “I wanted to see you again.”
“Then go back to the front door and buy a ticket. My next show is in an hour and a half.”
“I was gone for—work,” The slightest hint of a grimace cracks at that stony exterior and you hate how it draws you in. “It was unexpected and lasted longer than originally anticipated. There’s was enough time for me to—“ Azriel sighs, seemingly composing himself and your fingers twitch with the urge to cup his cheeks and kiss him square on the mouth to soothe those lines and ease the stress. “You must understand that I wasn’t intentionally avoiding you. Our date…I—“
You’re quick to cut him off, relief flooding every nerve and you dare to take a step closer. “I had a wonderful time.”
“Me too.” He’s touching before you can, his impulses less conflicted than your own but you relish in the warmth of his hand against your cheek, thumb gazing the bottom plush of your mouth. Shadows swarm around your feet, up your legs, ghosting over the swell of your ass before continuing their gentle exploration like a million barely there kisses. “I came back to tell you I’m taking you out when you’re free next.”
“That didn’t sound like you asking.”
Azriel lets out a soft laugh, shadows nudging you in closer until the grip around your waist is just as branding here as it was before the crowd. “Good,” Heat swells in your belly and the snarkiness fades way when he’s looking at you like that. “—because that was me telling you.”
Your breath hitches. He’s so close, the smell of his cologne all consuming coupled with the achingly gentle touches he offers. You can’t help it, the way your eyes glance down at his lips and just when you think you’ve gotten away with it he’s throwing the bait. Inching closer and leaving room incase he’s misread the whole situation. “And what if I decide I want one of those other males instead?” It’s nothing higher than a whisper, barely audible when your body reacted so intensely to him and the hand on your waist pulling you in until you could feel the defined ridges of his body beneath his clothes.
It meant nothing. Just a taunt. Harmless intrigue.
You don’t even expect an answer, not a real one. You weren’t entitled to anything, it had only been a single date—even if it had lasted nearly five hours. “You could,” He traces the length of your neck, across your collarbone, down the delicate curve of your shoulder. “But, you won’t.
“How bold of you to assume so.” You can’t resist any longer, arms raising to curl around his shoulders, nails lazily scratching at the inky hair at the nape of his neck. Azriel leans into the touch, doing little to hide the affects you hands on his body had on him. “What happened to the gentleman who took his time?”
His mouth hovers over your own, nose tickling the apple of your cheeks when he roughly answers. “There’s no place for him tonight. Not after you’ve put on such a show—begging for a tough lover were you, vixen?” Breath hitches, thighs clenching in anticipation when he lifts you up and props you atop the vanity with such ease. Azriel’s voice drops, a low gravely baritone that lingered long after he stopped speaking. “Wish granted.”
Azriel’s kiss is just as claiming as his hands, setting the tone and making his intentions known. ‘Mine’ every drag of his lips against yours screamed, scarred hands finding purchase in your hair to draw you closer—swallowing every moan and knee-buckling whimper. There was no telling how much time had passed with your lips connected; exploring and staking their claim on ever inch of newfound territory until the sharp knocks sounded against the door. A shrill reminder of your upcoming set and the need for a change of costume, hair and makeup.
With a groan you pull away, lips swollen and pupils blown but you find when you look up, Azriel looks similarly disheveled. “I have to go.”
“When are you off?”
“About an hour.”
He nods like it’s final, unable to keep his hands off when you take reluctant steps back towards the door. “I’ll wait for you.” His lips are back on yours, soft and plush; tasting so much like home and safety you nearly miss it. “However long it takes.”
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squoxle · 2 months
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On the kitchen counter, in the school storage unit, I don’t care
I think I like it in the kitchen😏...
🖤 𝐹𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝑀𝑒 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒜 𝒮𝓁𝓊𝓉 ~ 𝒮𝓊𝓃𝑔𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝒻 𝟣𝟪+
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📷pairing: Sunghoon!procrastinator!bf x Reader!afab | 📷wc:1.4k | 📷summary: Your boyfriend, Sunghoon, procrastinated with completing a video assignment for school, but when you came over to help him you ended up making a different type of video |📷cw: unprotected sex, pussy eating, voyeurism/exhibitionism, spitting, dirty talk, pet names [slut, princess, whore, etc.], masturbation, choking, oral m. and fm. receiving (basically, porn with a plot)
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“I can’t believe you waited until the last fucking minute to do this,” you sighed as you walked through the door, greeting your procrastinator of a boyfriend. "This video assignment is due tomorrow and you haven't even started."
“I didn’t feel like doing it though,” Sunghoon said, running his fingers through his hair as he trailed behind you.
“So you just waited for me?”
“Is that a problem?”
“Uhhh yeah,” you replied as you slid your puffy coat off of your shoulders.
“You didn’t have a problem when I waited for you the other day,” he smirked as you thought back to the events that transpired a few days ago.
“That was different,” you spat, trying your best to hold back the smile.
“Was it? Because I do remember you saying something along the lines of ‘wait! I’m not ready to c—“ you cut him off with a playful push to his arm.
“Just go get the damn camera,” you said as you swiveled yourself into one of the metal barstools. Even though you were wearing jeans, you could still feel the cold steel against your thighs.
Sunghoon chuckled to himself before walking off to grab the camera from his room. You distracted yourself with random thoughts while you waited for your boyfriend to return.
You gasped as you felt Sunghoon’s lips against your cheek. He gently pecked your face as he reached a hand down to grip your thigh.
“Smile princess,” he said, using his free hand to hold the camera at an angle that caught the actions going on between the two of you.
You rolled your eyes as he placed the camera on the counter.
“Hoon, we need to focus,” you giggled as he spun you around to face him.
“I am focusing.”
“On your project.”
“Hmm, fine,” he pouted before leaning in to kiss your lips.
After a few failed attempts at the video’s introduction, Sunghoon was just about ready to give up.
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“Hoon, come on. This is due tomorrow. We need to get some footage or else we’ll have nothing to edit. Therefore, nothing to present. No video, equal nothing to turn in and that’s gonna be a zero,” you sighed in an attempt to encourage your boyfriend to at least make something.
“I don’t even fucking care anymore. So what if I get a zero. One zero won’t fuck my grades up that much,” he shrugged.
“That’s not the point,” you said as he plopped down in a chair. “How about I do it with you? Would that make it easier?”
“Hmm…maybe,” he sighed, tilting his head back. “But I really just don’t want to do it. I’d rather be doing something else,” he smirked.
“Sunghoon. Focus,” you spat. “Now come on, get over here before I change my mind,” you adjusted the tripod and lenses to get a shot of you and Sunghoon in frame.
“Fine~” he hummed, jerking his body out of the seat before walking over to you. “Is it recording?”
“What do you think?” You asked sarcastically.
“What do you think,” he mocked you as he noticed the red light. "Can you start it? Just for the practice run," you slightly rolled your eyes at his request. "Please. And I promise I'll do it next," he pouted.
Looking at that face, only one thing crossed your mind, if he wasn't your boyfriend you would walked away by now. Ditching his lazy ass to figure it out on his own.
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"Ugh, fine," you groaned as smiled so hard you thought he was gonna break his jaw. "Hi, I'm--" you were cut off by Sunghoon grabbing your hips as he pressed himself into you. "Sunghoon--"
"Shh. I'm trying to focus," he said as he persisted to gently push into from behind.
"Sunghoon--"
"Please, Princess. I promise I'll do it after we finish."
"But--"
"I can't think straight if my dick is aching to fuck the shit out of you," he said as you now came aware of his growing hard that he rubbed against you.
You couldn't deny the fact that sometimes you could be equally as conceited as him. Just the idea of him being so turned on because of you was enough to get you going.
"Okay, but we gotta be quick alright," you said as you looked over your shoulder to meet his eyes.
He reached his hands around you, sliding your pants to your ankles as he kneeled down to glide his tongue between your folds. The wetness increasing from a mixture of his saliva and your own juices as you moaned from his satisfying touch.
You looked down to see him palming himself through his sweats as he let out soft moans while tongue fucking you. You couldn't help but swirl your ass around as he pulled out his dick, stroking it with one hand while he continued to eat you out. "Fuck, princess. You taste so fucking good."
He pushed you back onto the countertop, sliding you across the cold surface as he spread your legs to expose your sloppy wet pussy. Every part of your body belonged to him and he made sure to remind you anytime you fucked. "Mmm, look at my pretty little fuck hole," he grinned as he pressed his thumb into your clit, slightly massaging it before pushing his tip against your opening.
He teased you with it, gliding it back and forth without going in. You were at the point where you were ready to push it in yourself, but you knew how much he loved to torture you with pleasure. "I know you want me slut. I know you want my dick deep inside of you," he said as he gripped your thighs tighter. "Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you."
You broke, craving his dick more than anything, "I want you to fuck me so bad," hearing these words placed a little grin on his face as he spat on your pussy before pushing every inch into your throbbing cunt. You let out a high-pitched squeal as you felt him enter you. "Ah," you moaned.
"Ngh, fuck. I wanna see that pretty face while I fuck you," he said as he grabbed the camera pointing it to your face as your eyebrows furrowed. "Mmm, fuck you look so sexy. My sexy fucking cum slut," he said as he started fucking you faster.
"Tell me how much of a whore you are for me," he huffed moving the camera down to get a shot of his dick pumping in and out of your slimy pussy. "Ugh! I'm such a dirty slut. Your dick feels so fucking good inside of me," you hiccuped as you felt his dick pumping deeper into you.
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"Mmm, fuck yes. You're my slutty little princess," he said as he bit into your neck. He caught a shot of your face as he sucked on your neck. "God, I love those delicious sounds you make," overwhelmed with pleasure he placed the camera down as he pushed you down onto the countertop, gripping his hands around your throat as he kept fucking you.
He pulled your legs over his shoulders, as he picked up the speed. He was almost whining at this point as he fucked you mercilessly. "Ugh! Ngh! You feel so fucking good, princess," he moaned as he slammed against your juicy pussy. You were moaning uncontrollably at this point, heaving your chest as he tore your legs open more, pressing your thighs into the surface as the two of you came at the same time.
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You felt his cum spill inside of you as you caught your breath. You must've blacked out because you didn't remember anything else when you woke up naked next to Sunghoon who was jerking off to the video you unintentionally made last night.
"Sunghoon," you groaned as the sounds of him stroking himself were muffled by the cover. "You're just so sexy, I couldn't help myself," he said as he continued pleasing himself. "Did you at least finish the project?" you asked as you reached your hand down to hold his hand as it moved up and down his length.
"Of course I did. And I submitted it. See, I told you I was gonna do it," he said as he pulled the cover back exposing his cock as he held out his hand for you to spit on it before using your wetness to stimulate his dick some more. "Hmm, well I'm glad I could help," you said, lowering down to suck on his pink tip before he pushed your head down, throat fucking you as he let the video play beside him.
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harleehazbinfics · 2 months
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Home is where my heart is.
Chapter 2: It was a date? Table of Contents | Profile
Word Count: 918 A/N: I'll make a separate post for what I envisioned Miledy to be, those would be early designs tho.
(edited as of Feb 20)
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“Thanks again for coming, Al. Thanks for the radio too, it must’ve been quite expensive,” I said to him with a small smile. We were currently in a coffee shop, where I invited him as a thank you for taking me around the city for the best stores and sights in town.
“It’s nothing grand, it was my pleasure! Besides, I was the one that asked to come with you either way,” he replied with his grin before drinking his coffee. “I just hope you would listen to me while I’m on air.”
“I wouldn’t miss it!” I replied happily giving him a radiant smile.
Alastor seemed to enjoy the sight and happy hum and continued, “Speaking of which, darlin’. I wanted to ask you to sing a few songs during my radio show. I quite enjoy your songs and fantastic singing voice; it definitely has the potential to go big! And why not invite you over, it’s a win-win-win for us!”
I was shocked for a moment and rambled on mostly to myself, “W-well, I don’t know. I don’t think I’m good enough to do that and specially on your own show I couldn’t--.”
I stopped when he took my hand pat it, encasing my hands with his large ones. “Calm down, sweetheart. I won’t force you if you don’t want to. I just wanted to open an opportunity for you, I didn’t to put you in a tight spot there. I apologize.”
I looked at him with grateful eyes with how understanding he was and nodded my head.
“Just tell me when you’re ready, darling. That offer is always open,” he encouraged with his enthusiastic theatrics. He then looks at his watch and announces, “Oh would you look at that! It’s almost time! We should hurry if we want to catch up.”
I stood up with him confused as he escorted me outside and hailed a taxi for us to get in. “Where are we going, Al?”
“That’s a surprise,” he whispered with half-lidded eyes and his easy grin.
Flustered, I turned my head to the streets and watch as the people pass by. Eventually, halted by the seaside. The golden hue flushed the world around us, making everything look magical.
I went and held the silver railing and simply uttered, “Wow.”
Hearing nothing from the usually talkative radio host, I looked over to Alastor who looked over the distance with melancholy hazing his eyes. Thinking over what happened today and the day I first met him, I started to reconsider what he said at the café. I wanted to do something for him for all the things he had given me.
“Hey, Al?” I called to him somewhat embarrassed.
He turns to me and puts on a lazy grin, replying, “Yes, sweetheart?”
“About the offer…” I look away from his eyes and breathed in, “I want to do it.”
His eyes visibly light up and gives me a hug, making me go wide eyed from the sudden show of affection. I didn’t think of him as the type of guy to be all touchy-feely. Before I could even return it, he unlatches off me and holds my shoulders eagerly.
“Wonderful! You won’t regret it. I’ll put on a show for you in no time!” he responds happily.
I give him a wry smile and laugh, before looking back at the shore reliving through what I went through today, while Alastor placed his arm around my shoulders quite intimately. I looked at the hand on my shoulder and back to his face and laughed.
“You know, if someone were to look at us right now and all the things we did together. I’d think they’d surely assume that we were on a date,” I jested, nudging my shoulder at him.
He doesn’t say anything at first but the counters, “Funnily enough, I always thought that were the case.” I look at him confused making him pet my head, “I won’t deny that I hold an attraction towards you, and neither will I deny that today’s plans were exactly a date.”
“S-so you.. to me??” I stuttered bewildered that someone as him would like a simple girl like me.
“But of course!” he explains, “The moment I saw you in the club you’ve already caught my eye, and having to share a two, few many drinks with you. You are quite a rarity in an age like this.”
“B-but what if I-,” I started feeling my anxiety get to me, try to get away from his grip.
“My dear, what if are only figurative. Nothing good will ever come out of overthinking,” he tried holding my hands trying to soothe me.
I took a big breath in and asked, “Are you sure you’d want me? I’m not a good person, Alastor. I mess up, make mistakes and I’m a coward.”
Looking down at our hands, I missed the mysterious haze over his eyes and replied, “So am I. I like you for who you are, Miledy. Whether you stumble and fall or flourish and grow, I want to be the first person there to pick you up and support you.”
I smiled at him, finding comfort in his words and nodded my head, “Okay. I want to there for you too, Al.”
“Lovely. How about I take you home now? Our outing has gotten a little bit late,” he changed the topic.
“Alright,” I answer happily letting him escort me while talking all the way home.
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For a 20 year old, your spelling and grammar is terrible
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I don’t normally respond to these but I’ve gotten a few recently so I just thought I’d address it I promise I’ll delete it tomorrow
I have suffered with my spelling and grammar for as long as I can remember and normally I have someone read over my work but not this as it’s not something I fancy sharing with the people close to me. I have been made fun of my lack of spelling and grammar since I was a kid I’ve never been tested for dyslexia instead I’ve been told I’m just lazy but I know myself I’ve worked hard staying in a year ahead of what I should have been has been one of my greatest achievements and as well as one of the hardest things I’ve done too.
I started writing on Tumblr knowing my spelling and grammar wasn’t the best but still wanted to share the stories that I day dreamed about in my head. I have tried and obviously failed to get better at my spelling and grammar as well as edit my writing before I published it but recently I’ve been struggling with time.
I’m a third year university student in the toughest semester of my life with a part time job plus football training three times a week with a match most weekends, I come on here for a break, I write to escape for a few short hours but not everything I put out is perfect and not everything I put out people like and that’s fine.
I know there are some incredible writers who I follow and admire and wish I was that good but at the end of the day some how people still like my work for crying out loud I just hit 10,000 likes and just over 500 followers so I must be doing something right. Right?
I’ll be working on my spelling and grammar from here on in and promise to try and improve it but please be patient and please remember I am just a 20 year old girl doing this for fun it’s not my job it’s not what I’ll be doing for the rest of my life it’s something I enjoy doing in my spare time
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Sparks (Din Djarin x fem!Reader)
A/N: HELLLOOOO everyone!!! Here is the Din Djarin x reader fic I said I’d post. This is my first fic in a few months so please forgive me. I am exhausted, and I’ve been writing this throughout my day (may or may not have been writing and editing in class). Thus, this may be incredibly sloppy. I am so sorry. HOWEVER, this is incredibly SMUTTY so minors SCRAM! I hope you guys enjoy. The song I reference is “Sparks” by Coldplay and it very much inspired this....but so did Cardigan by Taylor Swift. Anyway...enough of me talking...ENJOY!
Summary: Din looking out for you turns into so much more than either of you could have ever imagined (featuring *there’s only one bed*). 
Warnings: Major pining, Jedi!reader, SMUT so 18+, cursing, PIV, fingering/oral (f!receiving) no mentions of birth control so WRAP it before you TAP IT FOLKS, references to canon typical violence and injuries, idiots to lovers, crest still exists bc im a lazy writer... I think that’s it...
Word Count: 3,221
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The stars flash by the Crest in a streaky, messy blur. The light reflects off the beskar clad man next to you. The conversation had died down a half an hour ago. Now you and Din sat in warm, comfortable silence. You should really head to your bunk, but you don’t want to. You’re fighting to keep your eyes open at this point. You feel like a child on the back of a speeder, confidently telling their parents they aren’t tired, that they won’t fall asleep on the way home this time. Every second you get with Din counts, even if it means falling asleep in the cockpit and waking up with a sore back. The uncomfortable chair was worth the reward of just being next to him.
But you’d never let him know that. You couldn’t.
It probably went against his code. Or even worse, there’s always the chance he doesn’t feel the same. The thought alone makes your heart sink to the pit of your stomach. You quickly shake it off and glance over at Din. His visor is set on the deep space in front of you.
“You’re tired,” He says, his modulated voice breaking the silence.
“No, I most certainly am not,” You jokingly insist, shifting slightly underneath the blanket he had gotten for you just a few minutes ago.
“Sure you aren’t, cyar’ika,” He chuckles softly. He knows he’s right, and you do too. But you don’t want to fall asleep, not now. Not when he’s next to you, teasing you, leading you on. It doesn’t matter if this ends in heartbreak. You just want to be with him, to hear his voice, to feel him near you.
You smirk at him, and you hope he’s smirking back underneath that helmet of his. “I’m fine, really,” You insist, your smirk turning into an appreciative smile. He nods and turns back towards the stars ahead.
You quietly wish he was still looking at you.
And then, he breaks the silence again. “Your back is gonna hurt tomorrow if you fall asleep out here,” He says softly, intently. Your heart drums away rapidly in your chest. “Don’t need you getting more hurt than you already do because of me…” He trails off. There’s a sense of sadness in his voice. “I’m supposed to look out for you.”
You know exactly what he’s talking about. The blaster shot, just a week ago. Your hand finds its way underneath your shirt, rubbing softly at the wrap Din had resecured over the injury earlier this morning while you were still on Tatooine.
“Din,” You whisper, inching to the edge of your chair to be closer to him. “I’m here because I chose to be, because I want to be,” You pause for a second to stop yourself from giving away more than you mean to. “And I’d be getting into trouble no matter what, with or without you,” You joke. It was true. Maybe it wouldn’t be bounty hunting, and it certainly wouldn’t be Jedi stuff like your parents had tried to force you to learn throughout your childhood, but it would’ve been something.
If you were to be completely honest, one thing you’re fully convinced of is that whatever it would be, it would always be with Din, in every universe, every timeline. Something called you to him, clung you to him. The stars, the force, something. Whatever it was, it kept you here.
He turns his helmet towards you and stares in silence for a few seconds. Your heart flutters uncontrollably in your chest at the attention. You could feel heat rising to your cheeks. He takes a hand off the controls and reaches towards you, resting his hand on your own.
“Thank you,” He mutters through his vocoder. He’s rarely ever this open, this vulnerable with you.
“You don’t have to thank me for being honest,” You whisper, practically unintelligibly. Your nerves are getting the best of you. One more move from Din and you’ll melt into a puddle of words you’ll never be able to take back.
He squeezes your hand softly and pulls away. Somehow, your hand has never felt colder than it does in this very moment.
After a few minutes, his voice fills the cockpit once again. “Just don’t fall asleep out here, ‘kay? Take the bunk if you’re tired. You need rest.” Despite the modulator there’s a warmth in his voice. You could swear there’s even a hint of care, possibly even love…
No, You think to yourself. Maybe you should head to the bunk. Maybe you do need space from Din. What are you supposed to do when you can’t hold these stupid feelings back anymore? What are you supposed to do when the inevitable happens, when he delivers that final crushing blow, ‘I don’t feel that way about you, I’m sorry.’ You stare off into the distance. You could feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. You were doomed from the start. So foolish, so fucking foolish, You think.
“You okay?” Din’s words yank you from your thoughts. He’s staring at you again, and you’re more than positive that there’s a look of concern hidden beneath that visor.
All you can muster is a quiet yes and a subtle nod. Din nods back, but you know he’s not quite buying it. He looks towards the control panel, quickly flicking some lever on. Your eyes are too heavy to pay attention to what he’s actually doing. “I know I’m not as…open as you,” He pauses for a second, debating what to say next, “But if something’s wrong, I’m here. You can talk to me.”
“I know,” You whisper back. And Maker, did you want to.
The cockpit finally succumbs to comfortable silence once again. Despite your endlessly wandering mind, it was even harder to stay awake now. Thinking about all the possibilities and paths was far too overwhelming. It took up more energy than you had. So, just as Din expected, you drift off to sleep, your exhaustion finally taking hold.
He looks over at you, curled up against the co-pilot’s chair, laying on your side, facing him. You had fallen asleep; he knew you would. You always did. Din smirks, you never did listen. He loved that about you, your stubbornness, your independence. He knows you can’t stay like that though, sleeping on that rigid chair, but he doesn’t want to wake you up. You barely sleep enough as it is.
He stands up from the pilot’s chair and walks over towards you, carefully taking your legs under one arm and your upper body under the other. He scoops you up and walks out of the cockpit and towards the one and only bunk on the Crest.
You can feel the cold beskar against your side, your skin slightly exposed as your shirt rides up your stomach. You absent-mindedly nestle into Din’s chest, your eyes slowly fluttering open.
“Din?” You whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck. Part of you thinks this isn’t real, that you’re dreaming, and you’ll wake up in the co-pilot’s chair alone.
He shushes you softly, his thumb gently rubbing circles into your shoulder. “I’ve got you, cyare.” His voice is calmer than usual, more relaxed. “You fell asleep in the cockpit.” He approaches the bunk, loosening his hold on you ever-so-slightly as he carefully places you down onto the bed. But you don’t let go of him, you want to keep him close.
Once he’s sure you’re secure in the bunk, his hands slide out from under your body and up to where your arms rest around his neck. He doesn’t let go. It isn’t until you feel his fingers brushing against your bare arms that you realize his gloves are off.
Maybe now is the time to test the waters. You can feel the word vomit coming up, burning your metaphorical and emotional esophagus. And Maker, do you wish he’d just lay down with you, sleep next to you. Maybe the risk is worth the reward.
“Would you stay with me?” The words finally leave your lips. You’re shocked at your ability to ask a question like that. You had never shared the bunk before. One of you always slept in the cockpit. “You should rest too,” You say, trying to cover up your true intentions.
Din shifts a bit in his spot, but he still doesn’t let go of you. You can see the gears turning in his head. “Okay,” He decides. You practically gasp with shock, and you embarrassingly do your best to hide it.
He takes his armor off, but not his helmet, like he always does. You’ll never get over how he looks without his chest plate, his broad shoulders, his tan skin. You move further into the bunk, giving Din space to climb in next to you. He shuts the door to the bunk, and only once the tiny space has been encased in darkness does he remove his helmet.
You’re up against one another, face to face, no space in between – not even an inch. You’d never been with him when he didn’t have his helmet on. Your stomach does a backflip at the thought that he feels safe taking it off with you, even if it’s in the darkness.
He hesitantly drags his hand up to your waist, resting it softly just above your hip. “Is this okay, cyare?” You had never heard his voice unmodulated. It’s clearer, unadulterated. Honey, golden, but still somehow rough. You want to replay every word that he says.
You hum a yes into the darkness. You nervously bring your hand up to his neck, waiting briefly for him to protest – but he doesn’t. “What’s that mean, cyare?” You ask, struggling to pronounce the word.
He takes a few seconds before answering your question. You can’t help but think that you’ve pressed too far. “Don’t worry about it,” He says finally. Yep, pressed too far, you think to yourself.
You quickly remove your hand from his neck, immediately realizing that you’ve crossed a million boundaries all within a matter of seconds. “I’m sorry I just-,”
He grabs your hand before you can get too far away from him. “It means beloved,” He says curtly. “And cyar’ika,” He pauses, and you can hear him swallow harshly. “It means sweetheart.”
You try not to overthink his confessions, or translations rather. They could just be meaningless pet names that have absolutely nothing to do with how he feels for you. Why get riled up only to be brought back down?
But then again, there’s no avoiding this forever, and there’s no time like the present.
“Din,” You whisper. You’re not sure you can finish your sentence. You can feel his breath brush against your lips. “I…” You trail off, noticing how much the bunk smells like him, musk and spice and something else you can’t quite place.
“What is it, mesh’la?” He asks.
You laugh anxiously to yourself. “You didn’t tell me what that one means,” You say, trying to stall, to buy time.
“I’ll tell you once you tell me what’s on your mind,” He says coolly, as if none of this is affecting him. He knows what he’s doing.
You take a deep breath. “I think about you Din,” You mumble nervously. “All the time, and I think I-,”
He cuts you off, stealing the words from you, as if he could read your mind. “I love you.”
His lips come crashing down onto yours in the darkness. The kiss isn’t rushed or hurried, but there’s a hunger to it, a feeling you’ve never felt before. Din wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him – if that’s even possible.
You’re almost upset when he comes up for air. It isn’t enough, you need more. You want to be forged to him somehow, irreversibly, and irrevocably sealed to one another.
“I love you,” You say to him, breathing heavily, your heart beating out of your chest.
“I know,” He says back, his lips meeting yours once again.
His hand slips under your shirt, his thumbs dragging against your skin. Heat rushes to your core and you can’t help but let out a soft moan – after all, you and Din are far beyond touch starved.
He pushes himself up and over you so that you’re held down underneath him. Your hands explore his entire body, his waist, his stomach, his abs, until you finally reach his face. You find his lips with the tips of your fingers. Din peppers them with kisses as you glide upwards towards his nose, then the bags under his eyes, his forehead. You wished you could see his face, but for now this would do. This was more than enough. This was more than you could have ever asked for.
“Wanted this for so long, cyare,” Din says between breaths. He burrows his head into your neck, nipping at the exposed skin. “Wanted you this whole time,” He says, his lips pressed against your ear. It sends a shiver down your spine.
His hands move further up your body, pushing under your bra. “Please Din,” You mumble. “Need you.” And that’s all the permission he needs. He pushes your shirt up and over your head, throwing it somewhere in the mess of bunk, along with your bra.
He rolls his thumb over one nipple before moving to the other. “You’re so fucking perfect, so beautiful,” He sighs, pinching your nipple slightly before trailing down towards the waist band of your shorts. He tugs on the fabric and dips his hand inside. He feels the outside of your panties, already soaked through. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already so wet for me mesh’la.”
You squirm underneath him. You need him to touch you, to do something, anything. “Din,” You mutter. “I-,”
Before you can finish your sentence, he’s yanking your shorts and your panties down your legs. He climbs back over you, his hand trailing up your inner thigh before diving into your folds and settling on your clit.
“Wanna make you come, pretty girl,” He whispers against your ear, his fingers making quick work of rubbing your clit. You can feel yourself clenching around nothing. His words alone could send you over the edge.
You shudder under his touch as he quickens his pace. “Feels s’good,” You moan into his mouth as his lips come down onto yours.
“Doing so good for me,” Din murmurs. “Being such a good girl.” You can feel yourself getting closer and closer as Din’s fingers press harder against your clit, circling faster. You throw your head back and moan his name.
Then, out of nowhere, Din’s hand leaves your heat. You need more, you need to feel him. “Please don’t stop,” You beg shamelessly. The covers shuffle as he moves, and you can feel the weight of the mattress sink a bit.
He doesn’t give you much time to grieve the loss of his fingers, his tongue dragging up the inside of your thigh. “Oh fuck,” You whimper as Din’s mouth meets your heat. You can feel his beard softly scratching against your legs. He brings his fingers towards your folds, pushing inside. “S-shit,” You stutter as Din pumps two fingers in and out of you.
His tongue alternates between swirling around your core and sucking roughly against your clit. “You taste so good, so fucking good,” Din’s voice vibrates against you, making it harder to hold on. “Can’t wait to be inside of you.” His fingers pick up their merciless pace, pumping in and out.
“Din, I-I can’t…” You trail off, unable to finish your sentence. You’re on the brink, you can’t hold back any longer.
“I’ve got you, pretty girl,” Din coos. He laps at your folds in between sentences. “Let go for me mesh’la.”
You feel your walls tightening around his fingers as waves of searing hot pleasure wash over you. “Din!” You cry out, his fingers still pushing in and out of your folds, his mouth still sucking softly against you. He slows his pace as you come down from your high before finally pulling away from you.
He pushes himself back on top of you, his forehead coming up to rest against yours. You reach down, your fingertips brushing against his erection.
“Need you inside of me, Din, please,” You beg, jerking him off gently through his pants. Din groans audibly, and you stop for a moment to hook your fingers under his waistband. Din helps you, shoving them and his boxers down his legs and casting them off into the mess that you two had made.
He grabs his cock in his hand, jerking it off a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. You can feel the head of his length as he pushes through your folds and sinks all the way inside you. You can feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as he fills you up. He moans your name, and it hangs in the air, reverberates against the walls of the bunk.
“So fucking tight for me,” He groans, pulling himself out of you to pump back in and bottom out. He’s so deep inside of you, hitting the right spot with each thrust. “You feel so good.” You clench around his length at the sound of his voice.
He reaches down, the tips of his fingers once again finding their way to your clit. Din immediately begins rubbing rough circles, just as he did before. He finds his pace, rutting in and out of you rhythmically. It isn’t long until you feel yourself growing closer to your peak.
“Din,” You sigh, barely able to get a word out. “I’m so close.”
“M-me too, pretty girl,” Din stutters, somehow finding a way to pump into you harder and faster. “F-fuck, taking me so well.” He presses harder into your clit, circling around your core. You bring your hands up to his back, digging your nails down into his skin. It was too much. You could feel yourself getting closer with each thrust. You can feel your walls tightening uncontrollably around him. “That’s it, good girl. Come for me.” And you can’t help but give in.
“D-Din!” You practically scream his name, coming undone around him. You throw your head back, seeing sparks and stars as you hit your peak. Din is close behind, his pace growing sloppier as he comes inside you. He slowly thrusts in and out before pulling out.
He takes a deep breath, his forehead coming down to rest on yours.
“You’re so perfect,” He whispers, his breath ghosting your nose. “Shouldn’t have waited so long to do that…” He trails off, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.
“I love you Din,” You say, still out of breath. “I always have. I would’ve waited longer if I had to.”
He kisses you again, even gentler than last time. “I always knew you’d be the death of me,” He chuckles. You can feel his laugh vibrate through his face, through his whole body. No beskar, no hiding. “And I promise, I will always love you, cyar’ika…
“Always.”
Yeah, I saw sparks
Yeah, I saw sparks
And I saw sparks
Yeah, I saw sparks
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Sweet Creature - Jamie Drysdale x Reader (platonic!Trevor x reader)
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Hockey Masterlist
Warnings: Swearing, mild roasts
Words: 1529
Summary: Domestic bliss featuring everyone’s favorite baby ducks.
A/n: I’m gonna be straight up. I fucking hate this piece. I hate it with a burning fiery passion but if I don’t post it I feel like I’ve just wasted the last few weeks that I’ve spent drafting it so here ya go
“You haven’t seen it?” I nearly screech out of pure astonishment, sitting up from my relaxed position on the couch. Jamie smiles skeptically and shrugs his shoulders with his arms outstretched lazily.
“No clue what you’re talking about.”
“Dvcree did not put their whole Pedrussy into making these Pedro Pascal edits for you to have no idea who I’m talking about.”
“Who?!”
“Ugh, that could’ve been so funny if you were just a little bit more meme-cultured. TREVOR!” I yell from the livingroom which leads the energetic boy to poke his head out of his bedroom door.
“What’s up?”
“Have you seen the Pedro Pascal edit?”
“Of course.”
“Thank you!” I make a face and Jamie to emphasize my point. He slowly shakes his head as he laughs and absentmindedly lifts the knot of his grey hoodie’s drawstring, tucking the woven cotton between his teeth. As the moment of my disbelief passes, I move over to lay down, pressing my left cheek against Jamie’s toned chest.
We’ve been laying on the couch and watching the Last of Us for the better half of an hour, with Trevor occasionally coming by to refill his water bottle and comment on the display of affection between me and Jamie. Our lazy days are nothing short of blissful and I couldn’t be more content with life at the moment.
“It’s ‘cause I’m not on TikTok!” Jamie argues while shifting to accomodate me, wrapping me in his arms, and resting the injured one on the surface of my back. What little of his skin that’s exposed is slightly cool to the touch, and I remember Jamie runs cold more often than not. I’ve been unintnentionally leeching off of his body heat since the outfit I wore today was better suited for the Irvine sun, and not his air-conditioned apartment.
“Well, you should get it. I’m tired of texting you links when I could be sending you DMs.”
“Ugh. I just can’t be bothered.”
“Whatever. Old man.” I momentarily lift my head from Jamie’s chest and pout my lips. He playfully squints at me for a second, then pecks my lips before pressing play on the last few minutes of the episode. The rhythm of his breathing is relaxing for me, and despite the episode only having five minutes left, I feel my eyelids become heavier and heavier. The warmth of our body heat between us soothes my soul, and my muscles release after a long day of productivity. If I went back in time to tell myself that a random apartment unit in Orange County would one day be the most comfortable place in the universe, I might’ve laughed in my own face.
Jamie feels like heaven.
Better than heaven.
He feels like home.
Small breaths escape my parted lips as I sink deeper and deeper into the feeling of his body against mine. And I can’t help smiling gently as I feel his heart momentarily keeping time with a song in the show. The soft fabric of Jamie’s hoodie smells like his favorite cologne over the sweet, comforting smell of his natural scent. His chest vibrates when he hums a small laugh at a joke one of the characters cracked. I’m not sure if he’s noticed my slow descent into unconsciousness, but it’s only a matter of time.
“Good episode,” he says decidedly, waiting a moment. “Y/n?” He whispers softly, unsure of my lack of response. I could say something back if I really wanted to, but with how comfortable the entire situation is, I’d rather just let the exhaustion consume me.
Jamie then grabs his phone from the armrest of the couch behind his head, opens it, and types something before his arms come to rest. In a moment, Trevor comes out of his room and asks,
“What do you need?”
“Shhhh!” Jamie hushes Trevor as he walks in loudly. “Is she asleep?” He asks quietly. Trevor shuffles around the back of the couch to stand in front of the tv, looking at my face most likely.
“Yes.”
“That was fast.”
“No kidding. She’s a cute sleeper.”
“Unlike you.”
“Hey!”
“Shhh.”
“What’s your guys’ dinner plan?”
“I think she wanted to cook something for all three of us but now that she’s out I guess I gotta do some decision-making.”
“Just order something on door dash,” Trevor says plainly as he shuffles back around the couch and into the kitchen area of the apartment.
“I got something earlier this week, my mom’s gonna ask questions.”
“I forget you’re still on her account. Loser.”
“Shut up.” The hushed tone of their chatter is comfortable and I quickly fall asleep in the safety of my boyfriend’s care.
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When I come back to, the first thing I notice is that Jamie is no longer underneath me. My eyes flutter open. I’m laying on my stomach, sprawled out on the couch under a grey blanket that I recognize to be the one-off of Jamie’s bed.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” I turn to face away from the seatback of the couch and find Trevor and Jamie seated on the floor, an assortment of takeout on the coffee table in front of them. Trevor nods a greeting as Jamie takes a bite of food.
“Were you just watching me sleep?” I ask, slightly freaked out.
“Yes.” Jamie almost chokes on the bite of food, shoving Trevor’s shoulder which makes them both laugh.
“No,” he starts to clarify, “We were just sitting against the couch and when we heard you stirring, we thought it’d be funny to stare at you.”
“How long was I asleep?”
“Like, half an hour?”
“You want some pad thai?” Trevor holds out the box of food he’s eating from and I nod shyly. Jamie passes me an unwrapped pair of chopsticks and I thank him quietly, tucking into the half-eaten box. We sit quietly for all but thirty seconds before Trevor is talking about how we need background music. He puts 1989 on shuffle on the tv and Jamie and I roll our eyes perfectly in sync.
“How dare you! Both of you!”
“Honestly, Z, you’re too predictable. Only one person here out of the three of us had Taylor in our Spotify wrapped and I’ll give you a hint, it wasn’t me.” I shrug from behind my box of food. Trevor scoffs before eating an entire dumping whole.
“She was in mine but she was not number one,” Jamie adds insult to injury.
“Okay then, fine. What about this?” Trevor asks, turning on a song by Luke Combs that I’ve never heard. Jamie’s expression is slightly annoyed but delighted all the same. He responds decisively,
“Much better.”
“What?! Am I missing something?” I ask.
“The whole team’s calling him Luke Combs since Jamie’s guitar learning adventure began, but he can only play two chords of one country song.” I look at Jamie for confirmation and he simply nods, biting the inside of his cheek absentmindedly.
“Really, Jame? Two chords?”
“I’m working on it!”
“Yeah, he’s working on it!” Trevor jokingly jumps in to Jamie’s defense, “Like you could do better!”
“Bitch, I can play guitar!” My argument silences both of them immediately. The two boys share a look and then Trevor is off, racing to grab the instrument from Jamie’s bedroom.
“You’re lying, there’s no way.”
“While some of you were busy dedicating a gazillion hours a week to hockey practice, the rest of us expanded our skill sets.” I take the guitar as Trevor hands it to me and situate myself before strumming a quick brush through and immediately cringing. “Your A string is flat.” Jamie looks at me confused, and I extend my hand to take the instrument from him. He yields and passes it over, allowing me to remedy the issue. After tuning the string, I smile and move to hand Jamie the guitar back but he doesn’t move. Instead he nods, urging me to play and I take a deep breath.
“It’s been a while…”
“Oh, don’t back out now!” Trevor teases and I playfully stick my tongue out at him. I adjust my grip, racking my brain for a song, any song. My mind settles on Sweet Creature by Harry Styles and I decide to just go for it. I’m a tad rusty but other than that I have the melody under control. The song is pretty enough on it’s own and I trail off after the first chorus, overcome with a newfound shyness at the looks Jamie and Trevor are giving me. Jamie’s lips are parted in awe and Trevor bursts out laughing.
“You might as well give up now, Jimmy.”
“Lucky for him, I’m an excellent teacher.” I say with a smile, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. Jamie snaps back into reality and begins blushing like crazy.
“I don’t think I’ll ever sound like that.”
“You just need practice. I have a few more years on you so of course I’m gonna sound better than someone who’s just starting. You’ve got this and worse case scenario I can help.”
Jamie smiles sweetly, and my heart skips a beat.
“Will you play it again?”
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The Amazing Digital Marching Band: Beta Designs
WHAT THE HEEEEELLLLLLL OH MY GAWD NO WAYAYAYAYAYAY
Hi hello hi!! I finally got around to designing some beta layouts for my Digital Circus AU! Please tell me what you think and reblog if you can! If I continue to expand upon this AU, I might just make its own blog for it! Just depends when and if I have time :)
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Okay under the cut is me infodumping about each design so feel free to like skip allat if you don’t want to read it
Gangle: Color Guard -I wanted to still follow Gangle’s ribbon motif in her design, this is probably the most personalized outfit out of all of them. -The ribbon the makes up her body now continues down and spirals around her legs, sort of to make a “skeleton” of a dress. -I added a bit more flare to her arms, adding extra ribbons that don’t act as limbs, and more as sleeves or decoration. -The bow on her head kind of just ties it all together, again fitting with the ribbon motif that I was going for. -In terms of the first point, the reason why I say “personalized” is that I’m still not sure what I’m going for in terms of outfits. I don’t know if I want them all to be uniform and the same, like a true marching band (in this case, I would have to change Gangle’s outfit), or if I’d like each uniform to have more of a personal style to it (in this case I would keep Gangle’s outfit, and change uniforms to echo the original character’s designs (i.e. changing Ragatha’s uniform to be a bit more dress like).
Pomni: Drum Major -I’m still deciding on the hat, I wanted to try to make a shako with a jester hat motif, but I’ll have to work it out over time. -Her uniform borrows from modern marching uniforms (Stanbury for inspiration) and circus jester clothes (hence the fringe around the waist). -Gloves are the same size as her original gloves, except they’re white. -Pants are classic bibber pants, shoes are classic marching shoes (both black).
Zooble: Snare (Battery) -One of their antennae is a snare stick. I came up with this gimmick that Zooble basically pulls out sticks from everywhere: their head, their arm, their leg, they always have a spare. -I decided to give Zooble two wings for stability, since you don’t want to be tilted to one side while marching, especially for battery. -Their right (looking at the drawing it’s their left) arm has this mechanism where you can easily insert sticks, it’s sort of like one of those things that can extend your pencil when it’s short? It uses the same logic. -I kinda went the craziest on Zooble’s design because I am so normal about them (I am not) -I CHOSE ZOOBLE AS A SNARE BEFORE GOOSE SAID THAT THEY PLAY DRUMS MY BRAIN IS MASSIVE
Ragatha: Flute -Adding on from what I yapped about in Gangle’s tidbit, I had this idea to make the uniforms a bit more personalized to each character, for example giving Ragatha’s uniform a bit more of a “dress” look to math her original design. Of course, this conflicted with my knowledge of marching bands and why everyone has such similar uniforms, so to go with the dress-like design or not, as well as personalizing each of the character’s designs more, is still up in the air. -Woodwinds have gloves that have the fingertips cut off, so their fingers can be more technical. Ragatha’s gloves are black. -The woodwind and brass uniforms are mostly the same, the shakos (color wise) are the only things that differentiate the two. -Classic marching bibber and shoes. -Yes I am self projecting by making Ragatha a flute and BEFORE YOU GO SAYING “erm achchually Ragatha plays Cello-“ FIRSTLY there are no cellos in marching band and SECONDLY within this AU she plays flute for marching season and play cello in the orchestra for concert season :)
Jax: Trumpet -His ears go inside his shako, I’m just too lazy to edit/erase them. -Brass have gloves that have no alterations made to them. Jax’s gloves are also black. -Classic marching bibber and shoes. -Jax gives me “typical crackhead trumpet” energy and I don’t know why. Anyways there’s my reason for putting him on trumpet.
Kinger: Bass Drum And Gong (Pit/Auxiliary) -I want Kinger in this AU to give “How TF Did I Get Dragged Into This” Vibes -Pit percussion members don’t wear shakos, which is sort of cool so we can still recognize the chess piece form. -Since Kinger doesn’t have any legs, his “marching bibber” is more of just a black skirt that surrounds his body. -Pit percussion members don’t wear gloves. Which is a problem. Because Kinger is always wearing gloves. And I do not want to draw whatever is underneath those gloves. Scawy.
Stay tuned for more!! Maybe!! In the near future??? ALSO ALL SHIPS ARE ALLOWED!!! YOU MAY SHIP WHOEVER WITH WHOMEVER!!! AS LONG AS YOU’RE NOT A CREEP!!! YAHOO!!!
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