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JK: 내 자랑은 지금 못하니 내새끼 자랑 해야지 앞으로 즐거운 '밤' 되세요 Bowwow_bam 단결!!!!!!!!! JK: 어? 즐거운 '밤' 되세요 괜찮은데?… JK: 오.. 굿'밤' 도 있네 https://weverse.io/bts/artist/2-139875550

Since I can't show off right now, I gotta show off my baby instead  I wish you a great 'bam'* moving forward  Bowwow_bam  Salute!!!!!!!!!

JK: Oh? Have a great 'bam' is pretty good?...

JK: Oh.. Good 'bam' is an option too 

(T/N: *'Bam', the name of Jungkook's pet dog, means 'evening' or 'night' in Korean.)

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[wearegoingfuckinganywhereman]

[manasja12345]

[wild-karrde]

Y'all... I cannot stress enough how you need to interact with things in order to maintain a fandom community.

I have seen absolutely abysmal interaction with everything I've posted lately, and it is IMMENSELY disheartening. Of course, I create it for me, but I choose to share it with everyone and want to get excited about it WITH YOU. And it seems that every other artist/writer/creator I know is experiencing the same thing.

If you're one of the people that regularly interact or just have hit a bit of a speedbump lately, then please know I'm not talking to you. I'm also not talking to other creators that have to choose between engaging or creating (and sometimes just don't have the bandwidth). I'm talking to the blogs that ask for more and then never comment or share. I'm talking to the people that sign up for tag lists and then are never heard from again. I'm talking to blogs that spam like but haven't reblogged anything since 2022. Y'all, this site thrives off of interaction. That is how it works. You have to help things circulate, and it is so frustrating to see the entire place in a collective slump. I have been blocking blogs left, right, and center that do not share things, and I will continue to do so. But it is such a freakin' bummer to see the state of things at the moment.

Hell, I started a sideblog for Fandom Friday (@fandom-friday), and have only received a handful of submissions after getting asked numerous times when it would be coming back. IT'S BACK. IT'S HERE. WHERE IS EVERYONE????? I figured after a few months' break, that people would have plenty of submissions stacked up, but that has not been the case AT ALL.

Fandom communities are such incredible places, but it's felt like a ghost town around here lately with the writers and artists just screaming into the void to PLEASE INTERACT WITH OUR STUFF. Please show up for one another because it is so very soul-crushing to watch everyone I know just feel completely disheartened. I cannot tell you how depressing it is to spend hours and hours carefully crafting something, being genuinely excited about it, and get almost no interaction or response other than a few likes and comments.

PLEASE INTERACT WITH THINGS YOU LIKE OR ELSE THERE WON'T BE ANY MORE THINGS TO INTERACT WITH.

[thesocklesswonder]

Ohio's mental health authority is trying to ban transgender healthcare - esp for people under 21 years of age, BUT they are asking for public input! Hurry, though, as it's only through 5pm local time (US Eastern Standard Time) on January 19th!

Changes to the Ohio Department of Mental Health and Addiction Services rule, "5122-14-12 | Private Psychiatric Hospital: Program, Specialty Services, and Discharge Planning", are to prohibit any kind of transgender care for those under 21 in a psychiatric hospital. Full document here, but be aware it is to a pdf

The rule includes the text, "Medical services shall not include any of the following: ...the prescribing, administering, or furnishing of any prescription drug or hormone...", which means if someone under 21 enters a private psychiatric hospital and who is already on puberty blockers or hormones, the doctors there would be prohibited from giving them the prescription they already have.

A new proposed rule for the same Ohio department, "5122-26-19 | Gender Transition Care" states the requirements for anyone needing transition care under this department. They are targeting the most vulnerable with these rules: young people who have mental health issues who also need transgender care. Full document here, but be aware it is to a pdf

Included in this rule: A doctor may only provide transgender care after three requirements have been met - a psychiatrist who has experience with the patient's age group must be employed by/contracted with the provider, an endocrinologist who has experience with the age group, and the provider has a comprehensive written plan that includes a detransitioning provision.

It also requires any such patient to have a thorough mental health evaluation and counseling period of at least 6 months prior to any transgender care. It also appears to become part of their medical record.

In addition to a ban on any transition surgeries, even if the patient jumps through all of those hoops, is a curious item that prevents doctors from referring patients out to other doctors that can provide care:

Another thing that made me pause was what seems like a scare tactic:

The terms "orchiectomy" and "penectomy" mean the removal of testicals and penis, respectively. The word "castration" could only be redundant or referring only to chemical castration, which seems to not fit in with gender reassignment surgery (correct me if you know it does fit). "Castration" is a scary word for most people with penises. I think it would likely provoke a knee-jerk response, like, "Oh, no, castration is bad. No castration! Enact these rules to keep people from being castrated!"

⚠️ The time is now to tell the Ohio Department of Mental Health and Addiction Services what you think about this! ⚠️

The option to comment on these needless restrictions can be found at the link in the first paragraph, but it's just an link that takes you to your email app. You can also just email them directly at MH-SOT-rules@mha.ohio.gov no later than 5 pm EST on Friday, January 19, 2024.

Please reblog to get this message out! We all have a stake in how rules and laws are enacted. They often lead to more in other states/countries. So, even if you don't have a stake in this personally, please make sure others see it.

Why do I care? I don't live in Ohio, but I have friends all over, including Ohio, who need transgender care. You might know someone like that, too.

[screamsortega]

such a whore;

summary: sam fucking you, that’s basically it.

warnings: nsfw, 18+, degradation, choking, doggy style, hair pulling, strap on, crying, cursing (if that’s even needed as a warning)

pairing: samantha carpenter x fem!reader

i cannot force you to not read but if you are under the age of 18 please don’t.

sam was unapologetic in the way she had fucked you tonight, your body couldn’t even compete with hers.

the silicone cock was pounding into your dripping space, the more she thrusted into you, the more you could feel the heat between your thighs.

her hand reached up to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair as you pathetically whimpered in response.

“you love it when i fuck you like this, don’t you?” sam groaned into your ear, “such a fucking slut.”

you could feel tears welting in your eyes from how good she was pounding into you.

your head flew toward as sam let go of your hair, your knuckles turning white due to how hard you were gripping the sheets.

your orgasm grew closer and closer, and sam knew because of the loud noises and pornographic moans that were escaping your mouth.

you wanted to tell her how much you loved the way she filled you up with her cock, but you just couldn’t. the amount of things you were feeling was so much that it was hard to even breathe let alone speak.

“you’re taking me so well,” sam panted, thrusting in and out of you even harder and faster than before. “tell me how good i make you feel.”

you only moaned in response, earning a slap to your ass from sam. “answer me,” sam spoke, grabbing a fistful of your hair again. “tell me how good i make you feel, how much you want to cum.”

“so good, sam,” you responded, barely able to form a full sentence. “i want to cum — so badly, please.”

a hand crept up to your throat, your orgasm rushing in as everything went fuzzy.

“you liked being choked?” sam smirked, “such a fucking whore for me.”

authors note;

this was my first smut so hopefully it’s good, feel free to leave suggestions or request. i’ll possibly make a prompt list soon

[ducktalk]

local jerma985 fan hits a new low in a youtube comments section

[jewels-writes]

Surviving the Crash (Captain Price x injured! reader)

Fandom: Call of Duty Word count: 3,001 Warnings: Blood, injury, cursing, near death experiences, very poorly proofread Background information: Your callsign is Crow. Part 2 Part 3 — — — —

You’d found yourself in Price’s office for the third time this week, a result of your bad behavior. You heard him sigh, shuffling through the multiple reports he’d taken out of a manilla folder. As he read them, he’d occasionally look up at you and your bruised face. You knew better than to speak first. It was not something you did, especially not while he was reading. Sighing, he set the papers down on his desk before giving you his undivided attention.

“This is the third report I’ve gotten this week, Crow.” His words weren’t angry, not even disappointed. Just.. tired. He was tired of dealing with adults who acted like children, and as far as he was concerned, you were just another one. “Let me guess; you want to explain this one too?” he asked, adjusting his position so he leaned on one of his chair’s arm rests, his head resting on his chin. “Go on then. Give me your sob story.”

Your jaw clenched as you heard him insult your situation. You hadn’t intended to get into a fight. In fact, you hadn’t even thrown a punch; your words were enough to send the other recruit climbing over the cafeteria table at you. If someone hadn’t pulled him off of you, you were sure you’d be in a bag right now, with a letter being sent to your parents with the date for your funeral service. The way he’d grabbed your neck, there was no way he wasn’t trying to kill you.

“You read the reports, sir. You tell me what happened.” You were half curious about what the recruit said. Had he lied? Probably. Were they going to believe him? Probably. As the words left your mouth, you heard Price chuckle a few times. He wasn’t interested in scolding you; no, that wasn’t his style. 

“Tell me what bloody happened.” His words were a bit colder this time. “Explain to me why this report said you hit first when that boy doesn’t have a single mark on him, yet you were moments from a ticket to the medical wing. Tell the truth, rookie.” It almost sounded like he was concerned about you. It was in the way his eyes narrowed as he spoke, as if scanning your expression for any involuntary changes in reaction to his words. He leaned forward for effect, his head tilting to the side, waiting for your input. 

In your time here, you’d learned that this captain wasn’t like the others you’d encountered. He genuinely cared for justice and didn’t much care for people who wanted to kiss his ass. Either you told him how it was or he wanted nothing to do with you. 

“I provoked him.” You muttered, fully intending to take the entire blame for the beating. You recalled your exact words, though; you didn’t think it was appropriate to recite them, not to Price. Instead, you opted to summarize. “Something to the effect of how his parents should get a refund for the money they paid for his training.” 

You watched how Price chuckled again at your words, and you couldn’t help but feel confused. What about this situation was remotely funny? You moved your eyes down to his name plate on his desk, avoiding eye contact when he eventually leveled his gaze back at you. 

“And you didn’t fight back? Why’s that?” He inquired, intrigued by your answer. You were an enigma to him, always doing something unexpected. “Or were you restrained?” His voice dipped an octave lower in a way that made your heart flutter. You could hear the danger and power in his tone. In your hesitation to respond, he got his answer.

He sat back in his chair, tucking the papers back into the manilla folder before handing them to you. You hesitated before taking the folder from him, clearly confused. “Sir-?”

“Shred those on the way to medical.” He muttered, reaching for his pack of cigars in his top left desk drawer. “I’ll see to it that this issue is wiped from your record and that recruit is sent home.” As you stood there, unsure if he was serious, he continued. “I’ll have you transfer to my team. It seems you can’t coexist with everyone else; why not run with the big boys, yeah?” There was clear authority in his tone, leaving no room for your own opinion. But then again, you didn’t really mind the change of pace. “You’re dismissed.”

— — — —

By the end of the day, you had your things packed from your old bunker and were hauling your bag over to the other side of the base to stay with Price and his group. When you got there, you were greeted by blank, unamused stares. 

“And who the hell’re you?” The man with the skull mask asked, his British accent heavy as he walked over, his frame towering over you. “Can’t you fuckin’ read, eh? Sign says, Taskforce 141, fuckin’ muppet.”

“Easy, Ghost.” Price emerged from behind you, a hand resting on your shoulder. “They’re our new transfer.” You watched as Ghost looked between you and Price before muttering curses under his breath and taking a step back, retreating to his bunk. As you gathered yourself again, Price moved to your front, offering you a onesided smile. “That’s Ghost, a bit of a grumpy one. Don’t expect an apology from him. You’ll never get one. Follow me; I’ll show you your bed.” He made a motion with his arm before walking deeper into the tent. 

Your bed was above his. You were going to be sleeping above your captain. He muttered a quiet apology as he cleared the top bunk from some of his things, shoving them under his bed awkwardly. 

“Go on, settle in.” He offered a smile, placing a hand on the ladder, assuring you it would stay in place.

You didn’t get much sleep that night. Not because of your injuries from being someone’s punching bag, but rather because of how fast things had changed. Mere hours before, you were sitting in Price’s office, certain you were going to be dishonorably discharged, and now you shared a bunk with him.

— — — —

In the morning, you woke to a friendly banter between your teammates. There was some Scottish man who had been throwing articles of clothing at Ghost, giggling when a shirt stayed on Ghost’s head even as he tried to yank it off.

“MacTavish, you’re on thin ice.” The Brit grumbled through the cloth of the shirt. With a final tug, it came off. In a swift movement, he balled the shirt up before launching it at the other man, chuckling lightly to himself when it hit him square in the chest.

Propping yourself up on your elbow, you continued to watch, a small smile growing on the edges of your lips. You heard a smothered laughter coming from below you and peaking down. You saw Price sitting up, his elbows propped on his knees, as he too watched the two men mess around. He didn’t mind letting them get a little rowdy; he knew moments like this were essential for their morale. 

Stepping down the ladder, you offered a soft ‘hello’ to Price, who simply nodded back at you, his attention on his teammates. Just as you were about to start your morning routine, Price stopped you.

“Let’s introduce you to everyone, yeah?” He offered, standing up from his bed and stretching slightly, rocking back and forth on his feet as he did so. Leaning down to your level, he put an arm around your shoulder as he pointed to everyone in the tent, naming them and calling out to them so they’d wave. “Everyone, this is our newest member, Crow. Treat them like you would treat me, or they get your provisions for a week.” He warned them. It wasn’t necessary; he knew he ran with good men, but after reading your reports, he knew the safety net would put your mind at ease.

— — — —

As you rushed over to the meeting room, your hair still wet from your shower and your uniform hastily thrown on, you were met with annoyed looks from nearly everyone sitting around the table. A woman, you recognized as Laswell, stood by a large TV, clearing her throat before motioning for you to sit. Doing so, you sat between Price and Gaz, muttering a soft apology to your captain who nudged your shoulder. You gave him a small smile in return, grateful that he wasn’t upset. 

As the meeting went on, you were briefed about an upcoming mission. You didn’t expect to be assigned as Laswell went over the mission, but your eyes widened when you heard your callsign among the names of the 141. Price noticed how your head snapped up, confusion clear in your features and he placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. 

“You’re ready.” He mouthed with a knowing smile. The way his hand squeezed your shoulder slightly before retracting it and placing it back in his lap made your stomach flip. 

After the meeting, you stood around with your team, your hands nervously fiddling with a strap on your vest. Millions of thoughts raced through your head. Were you ready? What if Price was wrong? What if you were a liability? What if-

Price’s hand clapped you on the back, jolting you out of your frantic mind. Seeing him, you instincutally straightened up, a sign of respect. 

“At ease, Crow.” He murmured, though your shoulders stayed taught with tension. He stepped in front of you to make eye contact. “You’ll do fine. I selected you myself. Your delinquency reports weren’t the only ones I read about you.” He chucked. “You’re a valuable asset, one my team needs. Try not to stress too much.” 

“Are you sure?” Was all you could manage to say. You couldn’t fathom why he’d had such a change of heart about you. 

“More than sure, love.” His voice held a note of parental authority that you couldn’t quite understand. “You’ve got a few hours before we deploy. Get something to eat, fuel up.”

— — — —

“..come in! Crow, what’s your status? God dammit..!” Your radio jolted you back to the present as you blinked your eyes open. Immediately you felt the pain from the explosion that had caused you to go unconscious in the first place. Of-fucking-course the helicopter transporting you and your team had to get shot down by an RPG. You didn’t even want to know how far you fell.

The world around you was littered in debris and fire. Forcing yourself to sit up, you grunted with the effort, trying to scoot away from the wreckage. You could see the pilot’s burning body in the cockpit and your stomach churned. He was gone. 

“Crow, come in!” Price’s voice harped through the radio again, a hint of desperation in his tone. Groaning, you reached over to turn on your communications line. Taking a swift breath, you responded.

“Crow to Price, I hear you.” You strained, taking a few breaths before you spoke again. “I’m by the crash site. Pilot’s down. Everything bloody hurts.” You reported in, trying to hide the pain from your voice.

“You broken?” Price asked. You could hear him running in the background of his radio, seemingly toward you. “Christ, I see you. Stay where you are.”

In moments, you heard his footfalls getting louder as he approached your location. He knelt down beside you, his blue eyes assessing your condition. You hadn’t had the time to look for yourself, but you could tell something on your thigh made him freeze. You could see how he hesitated, how he wasn’t sure how to deal with it. 

Hearing more footsteps, you saw the rest of 141 jog over. They surrounded you, their eyes looking down at you like you were a lost cause. 

“Fuckin’ hell..” Ghost’s low voice cut through the air. Taking a step back, he angled his head down to his radio, muttering. “We need medevac, helo’s down.” Your stomach dropped when you heard him, knowing he purposely tried to be quiet about it so you wouldn’t hear. Not quiet enough.

“The hell you mean? I’m fine-” Looking down at your body, your words caught in your throat. A piece of the helicopter’s propeller was lodged deep into your right thigh. “Oh fuck.” Your voice came out as a shaky whisper, your panic rising. 

“Don’t look- dammit, Crow. Relax. Don’t move.” Price urged, waving Soap and Gaz over. “Keep them still.” He ordered to them as they kneeled around you, their hands free and ready. Redirecting his attention to you he asked, “How much can you feel?”

You took a moment to respond, the hesitation from the dread in realizing your entire right leg seemed to not register in your mind. Worst case scenarios rushed through your head. Looking down at your body again, you felt your pulse roaring in your ears. In the split second before Soap pressed your shoulders back to the ground, you could see the propeller plate had cut through bone, something you’d overlooked before. You saw the way it had almost entirely ripped your leg off, how the blood spurted out of the gap it created.

“Oh my god.. Oh my fucking god..” Your breathing was erratic and Price muttered a curse under his breath.

“Hey, none of that. You need to slow your breathing.” His tone was more urgent this time, one of his gloved hands reaching up to your cheek, holding your head in place. “Look at me. Shh, look. You’re going to be okay. It looks worse than it is.” He lied through his teeth. He didn’t like doing it, but he knew calming you held priority. 

“No.. no, no..” Your sobs came out like desperate pleas. “I don’t wanna die. Oh my god..” Price’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked over to Gaz, signaling for him to search the wreckage for any usable medical supplies. As he left, Price looked back down to your thigh, wincing as he looked at it again.

“You’re not gonna die, you’re gonna be fine. Just.. dammit, stay with me, Crow.” Price’s hold on your face stiffenened as he saw your eyes unfocus and your expression beginning to relax. “No, no. Stay with me, dammit.” He tapped your face with his fingers, keeping you present. “You stay awake, you hear me? Fight through it, love.” He’d hoped with the fact that the plate was still in your leg that it would stem the bloodflow, but apparently he was wrong. 

Gaz jogged back, a slightly burnt medical bag in his arms. He hurridly set it next to Price, opening it for him, sifting through it’s contents. Their dread grew when there was nothing that could soothe your pain. Nothing that could fix you. Gaz’s actions became more tense, his hands roughly digging through the bag, pushing the useless supplies around. 

“Ghost, what’s the eta on that damn medevac?” Price barked at his teammate, needing some form of good news. Despite his desperate tone, his hand held firm on your cheek, providing a steady sense of his presence. 

“They’re on their way. Five minutes out.” Ghost replied, his mask giving nothing away from his expression. Price’s heart dropped. Five minutes was too long.

“Crow?” Soap spoke in the pause, his voice nervous. At the mention of your callsign, Price’s eyes darted back down at you. Your eyes were closed, and your expression was relaxed. If he didn’t know any better, he could have thought you were asleep.

“No, no! Wake up!” Price shook you, his hands on both of your shoulders. Your body didn’t respond, not as he shook you, not as he called your name, nothing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His voice broke in his desperation. At the same time Gaz reached for your wrist, placing his fingers to it, praying he’d feel a pulse. 

“They’re alive.” Gaz breathed. Your pulse was weak, but there. “Not for long, we need that chopper here. Now. Keep trying to wake them.” He urged, taking out a roll of bandages from the bag. 

It was then that they heard the unmistakable sound of a helicopter approaching. On edge, Ghost’s hands tightened around his gun, aiming it at the sky. His radio buzzed in, confirming they were friendlies.

The next few minutes were controlled chaos, with the medical team coordinatingly lifting you onto a gurney before rushing back to the helicopter. Price and his team followed right behind them, giving them the space they needed to work on you. Before the doors could even close, Price was ordering that they take off, shouting at the pilot.

Returning to your side as they took off, he rested his hand on your forehead, turning your head toward him.

“Pull through, dammit..”

— — — —

The hours dragged on. You’d been visited by doctor after doctor, each time, checking on your vitals. The beeping of your heart on the monitor seemed to mock Price as he sat beside your bed, his hand resting over yours. The surgery was done hours ago, and yet you hadn’t woken up yet. 

He’d watched as they reconnected your leg, tying the tendons, muscles, and skin back together. You wouldn’t be able to walk for a week, at least while your body healed, but it was better than amputation, right?

“How are they?” Gaz asked as he stepped into your quiet hospital room, worried like hell for you. Sure, you two had just met yesterday, but he still cared about you. He’d have to have zero empathy to not. 

“Still out. Haven’t woken up yet.” Price sighed, lines of worry mixed with his own exhaustion. “Vitals are steady; it’s only a matter of time.” 

The guilt ate at Price. If he hadn’t recruited you to his team, if he hadn’t recommended you for the mission, this entire thing wouldn’t have happened. With his other hand, he rubbed his tired eyes, feeling like he’d let you down.  Maybe he did. — — — — Note: I will not be continuing this unless requested. I hate hospital scenes/tropes. You're lucky I didn't kill Crow outright.

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don’t ask me nothing about this edit, I’m running on caffeine and jungkook’s shirtless video

JK: Oh come on hahahahahahahahahahahahaha

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[sturniolotrip-samandcolby-lover]

Christopher Owen sturniolo everyone 😍

[evienyx]

My next post will be the next Fractures update.

I’ve finally finished the first chapter of Book 2, which took so long because I did in depth chapter outlines for all of Book 2 first, which should make future updates quicker. I hope.

I WOULD have published it by now, but unfortunately I couldn’t finish the tagging of the new work and putting all the links in before I had to go to work. Woe is me.

Anyway, give it a few hours. Look out for those two new chapters tonight (or today depending on your time zone).

Typing of mobile makes it hard for me to express how exciting this is. I’m very excited. Thrilled. I swear.

[thelucyverse]

Keep fandoms alive, comment on more fanfics!

The do‘s and don’ts of fic reviews

Because a friend told me she never knows what to write and then never comments, but wants to learn how to do better, I thought I’d compile a list, and maybe it will help someone else as well!

As always, this is unofficial and just from my personal experience writing and reading fic, and talking with other fic authors.

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[screamsortega]

hi babess! may i request prompt 72 with ethan landry?

yes omg, i love this w ethan 🙏

smut prompt 72;

“your boyfriend/girlfriend doesn’t need to know about this, okay?”

warnings: nsfw, 18+, p in v, unprotected sex, cursing (?), cheating (?)

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

you were walking in the halls of your college, scrolling on your phone as you were making your way to your next class before you were practically yanked into an empty and unused classroom. “what the fu- ethan?”

“sorry,” ethan began, closing and locking the door behind the two of you. “it’s just, i couldn’t keep you off of my mind.”

his lips then smashed into yours, his hands lingering on your hips. “ethan,” you spoke in between kisses, “ethan.” you laughed.

“what?” he smirked.

“someone could walk in.”

“not if the door is closed,” ethan said, trying to reason with you. “i promise to be quick, please?”

you stood there for a minute, contemplating on whether or not you wanted to risk being seen, especially since almost everyone knows your boyfriend and wouldn’t hesitate to tell him. your lips connect with his once again, your arms wrapping around his neck as he picks you up and sits you on the desk.

ethan’s lips wandered all over your neck, his hands now going up your skirt, pulling off your panties. his hand lingers back to your space, inserting two fingers as you pathetically whimper at the contact.

“shit, e.”

your guys’ lips connect once again, ethan’s fingers exit your space as he pulls you closer to the edge of the desk, allowing him better access.

not even 20 seconds later he is now thrusting in and out of you as fast as he can. “fuck, eth-”

“shh, princess, don’t want the other students to hear us now.”

the bell had rang, “ethan i’m — i’m late to class.” you spoke breathlessly.

ethan didn’t respond, he just continued to pound into you so perfectly. “you — you said you’d be quick.”

“i didn’t say how quick, now did i?” he smirked, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “you’re so beautiful, y/n.”

his hands slowly glide up your shirt, cupping your breasts as you throw your head back in pleasure. “fuck, ethan i’m-”

“i know, me too.”

after you both release, you pull your panties back up and fix your hair as he puts his pants back on. you grab your phone and bag, heading towards the door as ethan speaks up. “oh, y/n?”

“yeah?”

“your boyfriend doesn’t need to know about this, okay?”

a smirk appears on your face as you unlock the door and exit to your class.

© screamsortega — 2023 | i do not give you permission to copy, paste, or translate any of my work.

[coffee-mage-sans-caffeine]

Found this take on Twitter and I just want to put out there, as a fan author: PLEASE send me a weird cluster of emojis.  A heart.  Send me your keyboard smashes.  Put a single period/full stop and send me that comment.  Send me a gif.  Send me the weirdest takes.  I might end up baffled and spending an hour or two trying to figure out what you meant, but friend?  I am SO GLAD to see you reading my work.  SO GLAD.  Any sign that people are reading it is a surge of dopamine for me.  Please comment.  I am DYING for comments.  Kudos are great but I only get one of those per person per story.  I can get comments from people multiple times!!! I spend, at minimum, 10-20 hours on editing every chapter I put out.  On top of the hours spent writing and rewriting.  I work my ass off and the only thing I ask for in return is for people to read it.  I love making stories to share with people.  I love this process.  I love this community.  I would literally do anything to get more comments.  (And yes I do mean anything nudge nudge wink wink) I get that some people might not feel the same, and I respect that, but please understand that this take from twitter, of don’t send just emojis or we’ll want to block you?  It’s not universal and, dare I say it, it’s rare. GIVE ME EVERY REACTION.  THANK YOU.

[leilaxwhite]

Dress || Trevor Zegras

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Synopsis: Trevor and you have been best friends for a while, what does a party and a new dress do to change that?

Warning: smut, unprotected pnv (wrap it up) fingering, oral (m + f receiving) face fucking hair pulling I think that’s all basically just filth. Smut with a plot.

Pairing: Trevor Zegras x Reader

Masterlist | prompt list

Our secret moments in your crowded room

They got no idea about me and you

You and Trevor have been best friends for as long as you can remember. You both are currently at a party, to the public eye you both look like you could be dating with how you’re dancing.

Right now you and Trevor are grinding up on each other swaying to the music. You turn in his arms and just stare into his blue eyes, slowly moving your eyes down to his lips.

Coming closer to him lingering with your lips open, touching, but not kissing, knowing this is way more than just simple touches that could go ignored by the both of you. finally you give in not wanting to wait any longer, kissing him passionately.

His lips are hot, soft, settling, nibbling at yours, moving to gasp for air, but Trevor still leans in, eyes closed, lips parted, absolutely wanting more, a string of saliva connecting both your lips. “What was that about?” Trevor asks shocked by your boldness.

“Just couldn’t help it anymore Trevor, I can’t hide my feelings anymore.” You say, making direct eye contact with him showing him that what you’re saying you mean all of it. Pulling you in by the waist Trevor whispers in your ear “I love this dress on you but I can’t wait to take it off of you. Let’s go.” And out the door you both went.

As you get to Trevor’s bronco he helps you in and shuts your door making his way to the drivers side of the car. The drive to his place was silent and filled with the sexual tension, wetter than ever you can’t wait to get home.

When you arrive at Trevor’s place you’re quick into the front door, Trevor pushes you against the wall kissing you hard and passionate, holding your hands above your head restricting you from touching him. This was his way of teasing, not letting you touch.

Trevor let’s go of your hands directing you to the couch, as he’s laying you on the couch his kisses trail down along with his hands. Once he reaches your core he noticed you weren’t wearing anything underneath. “Ooh, you’re not wearing any underwear.  Trying to tell me something?” He teases, knowing the answer.

“Thought I’d make a move tonight, wanted to make it as easy as I could.” You say back not paying attention when you feel two of his thick fingers enter your core. “God y/n, Could you be any wetter?” Trevor says moving his mouth closer to your cunt that you can feel his breath. “Trevor put that mouth to use please!” You’re getting impatient, not meaning to sound bratty.

“Oh baby, brats don’t get what they want. Knees now.” He says sitting up on the couch undoing his pants. You get up off the couch and onto your knees immediately. Staring at his cock you finally touch him, moving your hand up and down his large length.

“Are you gonna keep playing with it or are you gonna put it in your mouth at some point?” Trevor barks out, immediately listening not wanting to upset him you put your mouth around him. Sucking hard you can hear Trevor’s grunts and moans making you even more wet.

“Oh fuck, right there. Yes y/n.” He praises, you have a praise kink and his praises only make you suck harder and clench your thighs.

Say my name and everything just stops

I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Trevor close to coming as you suck harder, once he cums you swallow all of it. Not waiting another second you straddle his lap wanting him all. “I’ve never wanted to fuck you so bad as I do right now.” Trevor not waiting a second ripping your dress off.

You curse him for ripping it but he doesn’t care, he enters you to stop your complaining, as he’s slowly entering you, the noises you made belong in a porno. Sinking all the way down Trevor gives you a few seconds to adjust to his size.

Once you’ve adjusted you tell him “Trevor, Don’t stop.  Even if I beg you to.” And with that he grabs your ass and starts bouncing you on his dick. Both of you are a moaning mess at this point, Trevor laying you down so he can fuck you harder.

“Ah fuck, yes trev like that fuck harder.” You moan as you come close to your release, you can feel him close to. You wrap your legs around him, trapping him.

“I can’t pull out when you wrap your legs around me like that.” He says getting closer to his release. You don’t reply you only pull him in tighter. With that you are both coming, moaning each others names. Once you both come down from your highs Trevor pulls out and immediately goes and grabs a washcloth to clean you both up.

After he’s done cleaning you up there’s a comfortable silence just staring into each others eyes. “I love you y/n, I always have.” He confesses, you don’t reply only kiss him with so much passion telling him you love him too but not in words.

With that the night calms down from bliss as you cuddle into each other falling into a comfortable sleep.

A/n: i hope you enjoyed that! This is for my 2 year anniversary but like not really because I’ve been working on this for a while now, I really liked writing this. Also thank you for 150 fans wow.