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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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~ 𝘏𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 ~

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; gym instructor!minho x fem!reader, nonidol!au, sexual tension, piv, unprotected sex (careful yall), getting it from the back ye (cherry, write normal content warnings), sex in a public space, slight dry humping, blowjobs, mentions of exhibitionism, slight attention seeking, degradation, dirty talk, mirror sex, sliiight impact play nicknames, orgasm (m/f), cum.

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ; 3.6 k

𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 ; yeye by this anon right here!

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦 ; AYE AYE if you know where this is from right,,, i love you ; “ambient gym sounds” also thank you @mzmezzler for the nice ideas~ because i was braindead writing this- also the banner has nothing to do with the actual fic,,, but am i still gonna use it? hell yeah.

also i laughed way too much writing this, it sounds like some bad lq porn and im so amused by it, if anyone wants a bullshit porno writer, hit me up

by the way this is written you can tell that i never go to the gym

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 18.

33. “Don’t be surprised when you get bent over” ; Arctic Monkeys - Teddy Picker (this is such a bop fite me)

21. “I can read your mind even from behind” ; The Internet - Special Affair

This was the only time you had to workout, late in the evening and being frank you really didn’t mind since Lee Minho always worked that shift, famously known as the hot gym instructor. Many people preferred working out during the earlier hours of the day but you working two jobs didn’t have the same privilege.

It was a regular wednesday. You put your hair up with a black hair tie, observing yourself in the full length mirror that extended over the entire wall, a couple of individuals running on the treadmils behind you. This was your usual attire. A sports bra with some tight fitting leggings, it wasn’t the most comfortable but it made you look good, especially with the lonely drop of sweat that dripped between your tits. You had already warmed up, doing 20 minutes of cardio before you started with any weights. With an uneven breath you made your way over to the dumbells, it was a rather small gym but all equipment you needed for a workout were in place, most of the others minding their own business and cleaning up after themselves.

Just as you were about to grab one of the smaller dumbells you saw Minho’s reflecting in the big wall mirror, smirking at you. You turned around with a smile, waveing at him with the hand that didn’t hold the small black dumbell. He slowly made his way over to you, ruffling his chocolate brown hair that was slightly sweaty.

“look who we have over here working out~" he said in a mocking tone, grabbing one of the folded white towels that stood neatly perched up in a wooden basket on the floor and throwing it over to you. It landed over your back as you stood with one arm and knee on a gym bench, the other foot being firmly planted on the ground as you lifted the hand with the dumbell laterally.

“hey! what’s that for?” you said, putting down the dumbell on the bench and locking your eyes with the handsome gym instructor.

“you’re sweaty” he says with a grin, pointing to your cleavage with his chin, cocking his eyebrow.

You tsk, grabbing the fuzzy towel and bending your neck to the right, wiping the sweaty skin. Minho’s eyes danced all over your exposed neck, he clicked his tongue before licking his bottom lip, observing you from head to toe. You smile softly at him before he starts speaking.

“There’s this new hip adductor machine, wanna try?”

You shrug your shoulders. Why not you thought, putting the towel behind your neck and following Minho closely to the new addition of the gym. It was a white metal construction, a dark grey seat and back rest, two grey soft surfaces on either of the seat. There was a sticker on the side of the machine, near where one could set the desired resistance by changing the weight. The sticker displayed the different muscle groups that were activated during the hip adduction which was mainly the inner thigh. You looked at Minho as you sat down on the rather uncomfortable seat, him going behind you and changing the weight you were about to press with the inside of your thigh.

This was a rather interesting sight you thought as you had to spread your legs in order to make your inner thighs meet the cushions. Minho wasn’t known to be shy either, him bluntly staring at your cleavage and his eyes slowly drifting in between your legs. You didn’t mind this shameless flirting. Afterall, it was rumored that he was single and so were you.

“Make sure to sit straight and lean back against the back rest. Activate your glutes and with an exhale you close your legs” Minho said calmly, observing your posture. You do as you’re told, feeling your inner thighs burn after a couple reps, clenching your jaw as you inhale through the nose as your legs open again. The brown haired boy steps close to you, poking two fingers at your thighs to see if you’re flexing them enough but this caught you off guard.

“You’re not flexing enough, try to squeeze them for better results” he says, smirking whenever you groan out of exhaustion but not letting his mind wander off to distant and lewd places. He doesn’t remove his fingers, instead wandering them up to where your core was now wet from not only his looks but his touch. The two of you maintained eye contact during the entire time, your heart beating out of nervousness. Was he gonna do this now? In front an almost empty gym? Just as you thought that he had given in to your seducing he removed his fingers, backing away and smiling as if nothing happened.

“You’re doing great y/n. I’m gonna let you workout in peace, I have some membership stuff to go through” he said, striking a quick wink before he turned around and walked away through the elliptical machines that were put in a neat line, one after another. You sighed, not liking the games he played with you but it was his charm and why everyone in the gym had the hots for him, needless to mention his perfect facial structure, those gleaming dark eyes and a body that was sculpted by the greek gods themselves. He probably played around with every client of his which ignited jealousy within you.

50 or so minutes passed by, these being filled with more weightlifting and hair flying in your face, not a single shadow being seen of him. The gym was now empty which wasn’t unusual due to the time of day you worked out, person leaving one by one until there was no one left besides yourself and Minho lurking about somewhere in the building.

At the end of your workout you needed to stretch so you picked up one of the many red yoga mats that were hanged up on a hook on the white walls of the gym, placing it in front of the wall of mirrors in another area of the gym, designated for stretching and other such exercises. You had taken off your headphones a while back and therefore you turned around as you heard a sound. Footsteps nearing you.

Suddenly he appeared. He had changed to a black tanktop, exposing his rather sturdy muscular arms, the light green veins running up against his slightly tan skin. His calfs were making their strong presence known by Minho wearing a pair of basketball shorts. Overall his figure was well-balanced and definitely you didn’t mind eyeing for eternity.

“World to y/n?” Minho chuckled, snapping his fingers in front of your face. You shook your head, your gaze divirting up to his honeysweet eyes as you were sitting down on the mat.

“Oh hi!” you said shortly with a bubbly tone. “Are you done with your work?” you asked to which he nodded, sitting down on the ground beside you.

“Wanna stretch together?” he asked with an inquisitive tone to which you agreed, him heaving himself up to get another yoga mat and placing it next to yours, facing the mirror together. You followed whatever poses he was doing, first stretching out his arms by locking his hands behind his back and pushing his chest forward, moving on to tilting the neck from side to side. You hummed and sighed as you learned a couple of new stretches you could use after your next workout session, your back muscles and shoulders relaxing with each position.

Things started to get more technical when it was time to stretch out the hamstrings and quadriceps, standing with one leg bent at an 90 degree angle with the other leg extended as long back as possible, toes on the vinyl grey floor.

“Do you feel the stretch on the back of your thigh?” he asked to which you nodded, wobbling in your unstable position causing Minho to shuffle over to you, putting his hand on the back of your thigh, the one on the extended leg. Your eyes widened at how close his hand was to your ass, he was practically groping your butt when he felt how your muscles contracted with the stretch. Without you noticing a smirk crept on your face, this was exactly what you wanted.

“Perfect, you are a gold star student, y/n” he said with a smile, running his tongue on the inside of his cheek. You felt your ears heating up, not from weariness but from sheer timidity.

“Try standing up and then see how far you can bend down, it will really stretch out those hamstrings” Minho said, nibbling on his bottom lip. The only sound that was heard was your breathing and the soft power music playlist that played in a loop over and over again from the gym speakers. You stood up, firmly planting your feet on the ground before rounding your back and failing to reach your toes with your fingertips, them being mere inches apart. With a loud groan you tried reaching down to the ground but your efforts being fruitless. Minho stood directly behind you, placing his hands on your lower back in order to push you further down.

“Don’t hold your breath, exhale and then try to reach further down. Don’t be surprised when you get bent over”

You supressed as laughter by pressing your lips together, the sudden innuendo making the situation way more awkward then it already was. With a deep inhale through the nose you later exhaled through your mouth, Minho’s warm hands placed on your semi-revealed back, pushing you gently downwards. Everything was going great, the very tip of your middle fingers could touch your black sneakers but something didn’t feel right. Something poked you through the thin fabric of your leggings. You shook the thought away, thinking it was Minho’s knee that was peacefully resting on your upper thigh but when you looked back, through your upside down vision, both his feet were on the ground.

“Good job” he said, pressing closer to you, there being no space between his crotch and your ass. You gulped harshly, trying to focus on a specific spot on the floor but failing as your thoughts were on anything else but the burning in your thighs. Using every ounce of self control you had, you tried your hardest to not rub back against him, you wanted to feel him so desperatly, he was making the fabric of your panties stick to your wet cunt in pure arousal.

“You can come up now” he said with a half-smile, blinking his eyes softly and meeting your flustered expression in the reflection of the mirror before you turned around to face him. “How did that feel?”

“Fine, it burns but that’s the point, right?” you joked, trying desperatly to switch the topic to something that could take your mind off what had just happened. Minho snickered mischievously. He knew very well what he was doing to you and you loved every second of it.

“Try lying down” he said with a cocky tone, earning a little “e-eh?” from you in surprise, not expecting him to be this direct.

“Something wrong y/n?” the brown haired boy asked with a gleam in his eyes, a light pink flushing over his high nose bridge. You shook your head quickly, lying down on your back, the crown of your head facing the mirror. You could practically hear your heart thumping inside your chest, looking at Minho sitting on his knees by your side and carefully grabbing your right leg.

“Alright, I’m just gently gonna lift your leg towards your chest, make sure to keep the other leg stretched out and extended and exhale as your knee is against your chest, got it? You can relax if you want.”

With a small nod you let your muscles lie weak against the mat, closing your eyes and your eyelashes fluttering over your them. You felt his hands wrap around your calf, slowly bringing your knees towards your face, bending it completely. You felt the stretch deep inside your hips not to mention the back of your thigh that was now burning your intense then ever.

But then you felt it again.

The weird poking against the back of your thigh.

Minho leaned against your bent knee, him switching his position to have your legs in front of his kneeling body, putting his entire upper body close to yours, his face hovering above yours. You could feel his hot breath against your soft cheek, his presence so clear that one could feel it from miles away. Being honest, you were afraid to open your eyes. What if he was closer then you thought? You wouldn’t be able to contain yourself, kissing him on the spot. No, you simply couldn’t. By this time you were convinced that it was his bulge pressing up against you, his boner growing harder for every second you maintained in this position, his clothed cock being in close proximity to your cunt that was soaking your panties. Your palms got clammy, trying to wipe them off on the mat but accidentally opening your eyes.

Your innocent gaze met his that was dark, filled with nothing but lust. You didn’t know it was possible for your pulse to be so high but Minho proved otherwise, the sight of his face being close to yours made you swoon. His lips were a mellow peach color, his cupids bow arching just enough to kick an urge inside of you. The urge to kiss him.

Wrapping your fingers around his sharp jaw you pulled him closer, the surface of your slightly chapped lips meeting his in a heated kiss. Your noses bumped into each other as Minho deepend the kiss, running his tongue along your teeth, practically forcing his way into your mouth and meeting your wet hot tongue. With your lips pursed you ran your hand along his neck, earning a moan from the boy that was pushing his bulge against your crotch, rubbing against you in a desperate search for his release. His hands cupped your face, making his hands seem bigger than they were. A slight tilt of the head allowed him to reach deeper, the arousing sounds of lips smacking making him harder than he already was as the kiss set a pace. Your breath hitched as his hands traveled down to the valleys of your chest. Suddenly he pulled away, you furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“Are you comfortable with,,, i don’t know, maybe having sex”

You blinked, your gaze diverting from his lips to his eyes as you nodded, adding a small “yes” at the end of your nod.

“Why do you look so confused?” he said with a chuckle to which you smiled, only then realizing your puzzled expression.

“Don’t know” you said, “maybe I just wanted you to get on with it”.

“Oh so you want me?” he heightened his eyebrows, the corner of his mouth lifting upwards in a grin. You could only nod, being frozen by nervousness. “Why didn’t you say so earlier babygirl?”

That one petname was enough to make you shudder beneath him, you snaking your hands around his backand pressing him even closer, his lips lingering centimeters away from yours.

“Not surprising since you always walk around in those tight leggings, showing off your body to everyone” he said and there was truth in his words, you did it to get his attention. And you got what you wanted.

“M-minho can I please suck you off?” you asked in a tiny voice, asking such a question in such an innocent voice. He scoffed as he backed away from you, standing up and pushing his back against the mirror in the well-lit gym, the windows blurred by a frosty film from the inside but that didn’t stop anyone from walking in at anny moment, the gym was still open for all that mattered.

He pulled off his shorts and dark colored boxers in one swift motion, letting them pool around his ankles as you approached him on your knees, knealing in front of him and looking up at his eyes that were hooded as they looked back at you. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock springing free from it’s clothed prison, lips parting at anticipation of what was to come. Minho gave his long veiny dick a couple of strokes before rubbing the tip against your swollen plush lips, you poking out your tongue causing him to hiss as he ran his dick along your saliva-covered tongue. You smiled at the feeling of his crimson tip being in contact with you, wrapping your hands around the base of his dick and sinking lower onto him with your mouth, jerking off the part you weren’t able to fit in your mouth due to the vast size of his dick. Spit dribbled down your chin and mixed with the sweat that had dried off on your chest, clear strings seeping between your tits that were barely covered by the sportsbra. Minho grabbed your ponytail, twisting it once around his wrist and pulling you deeper down, your nose almost pressing up against the fabric of his tank top that covered his toned abdomen. You choked slightly, breath shaking as you exhaled, sucking in your cheeks with your inhale and pursing your lips every time you bobbed up to his leaking tip again. Minho loved this. Not only having you sucking off but having you sucking him off in a place where any individual could walk in at any given moment, seeing you on your knees in front of him with your lips wrapped around him. Really goes to show how much of a attention whore you are.

“Up” he commanded to which you whined, not stopping your movements, instead swirling your tongue around the tip just enough to make his legs wobble in defeat. “y/n, I said up.”

You pulled away, a string of saliva seperating your lips and his cock that was leaking with milky white precum. You didn’t want him to cum before he fucked you, that being the only reason you pulled away. You gave the underside of his cock a finally lick, from the balls to the tip before standing up, Minho’s hand letting go of your smooth hair. The boy grabs your wrist before you could even walk a step, gently pushing you against the mirror, your cheek pressed up against it and fogging as your breath spreads on it. With his hands he pulled down your tight leggings which wasn’t a challenge for his muscular arms, exposing your ass, your panties simply being a pair you threw on today but it still made the young boy horny. His cold sneer made your face turn serious.

“I can read your your mind even from behind, you want to be fucked against this mirror so you can see how good I’m fucking you, isn’t that right y/n?”

You could only nod in agreement. You wanted him to pin you up against the chilly surface only to fuck you so hard your eyes rolled back into your skull. He ran his hands along almost exposed back, your leggnings around your ankles, hindering you from spreading your legs any further than they already were, the feeling of air hitting your bare swollen cunt making you shudder. Minho grabbed his cock, aligning it with the entrace of your sopping pussy, gently pushing himself into you earning a mewl that came from your parted lips, echoing against the glass. His hands wrapped around your hips, asking if you were fine to which you nodded before you felt him slowly thrusting into you, your eyelids closing in delight but making him furrow his eyebrows.

“Open your eyes baby, don’t you wanna see how pretty you look getting fucked?”

The words shot through you like a thousand arrows, your slick covering Minho’s twitching member, veins pulsating between your slippery walls. Your hands fled towards the mirror, leaving handprints all over your reflection as your body jerked forward with every thrust, Minho’s hands pushing you further and further down his cock. Small moans escaped you, mixing with Minho’s grunts that could easily be mistaken for someone working out. What gave away the smutty scene was the sound of skin slapping against one another, overpowering the melodic tune of the music. His hands groped your ass, slapping your buttcheeks a couple of times causing you to spill an almost pornographic moan. A couple of dark brown pieces of hair fell in front of Minho’s eyes, covering his viscious gaze that seemed to get darker the closer he got to his impending orgasm. You desperatly try to grab onto anything but in vain as Minho thrusts into you harder, the squelching sound of your pussy growing louder, juices threathening to dribble down your thigh.

You were close, you could tell by the way your legs were shaking, your breath hitching every time his cock buried deeper inside of you. Clenching around him you let out a final moan that sounded more like a gasp before your knees clashed together, the light of a thousand fireworks bursting out inside you, your body washing over with a sense of relief as your jaw slacked. Minho continued his relentless pounding, thrusts getting sloppier with each moment that passed until he let out a choked airless groan, pulling away from your juicy cunt and stroking his cock until hot cum spurt onto your sweaty glossy skin, the tip of his dick accidentally tapping against your buttcheeks where the cum now dripped down slowly down the valleys of your ass. The mirror was covered in saliva from you drooling.

The aftermath was rather awkward. You saw Minho push his hair back with a sly hand, pulling up his pants as you stood there, dumbfounded at what had just happened. The rather old-fashioned melody of the gym music was still playing, accompanied by your fast breathing. You heard Minho chuckle from behind.

“Round 2 at my place?”

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jambearie · 7 years

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School’s starting soon so why not get back into the makeup grind

#me #face #selfies #fatspo #thebatsquad #im not gonna wear a real bra yet tho fite me #Why is there a tree in front of my window #if I move even a centimeter the lighting completely changes

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mandareeboo · 3 years

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GOD I know what you mean about the gender thing. Being kind of a girl (not really but most people use She/Her pronouns and I'm fine with any including masculine or gender neutral) and not quite wanting to be a dude or neither. but yeah breasts are the WORST. they're always In The Way and bras are expensive and uncomfortable and UGH. So damn annoying

I don't HATE being referred to with she/her, but I find I prefer it most when I know the people I'm talking to KNOW I'm nonbinary? It's like I know they recognize/respect that it's just one facet.

And trust me, I will do most anything to get these bitches removed. Breast cancer runs in my family and I WILL ham that shit up. You guys can pay for a 5,000 dollar surgery now or wait until I have cancer and pay 13,000 for a mastectomy and potentially chemo. Fite me doc.

#Ask #Question Mandar #tanniri #LGBT+#Life #I won't actuall ybe rude to the doctor I promise #I know they're just doin their job

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katlivesinthewoods · 4 years

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Some vaporwave Dandy + some headcanons!

some dandy Dandy headcanons

》Andy is 150% calmer since they started going out. Like Barely Ever Angry

》Sometimes Dan goes from Boyfriend Mode to Therapist Mode and Andy needs to remind him to take a step back

》Dan is the BEST at comforting Andy when he feels dysphoric and is ALWAYS prepared to help, even at 4 am

》They Never fight Ever because Dan is basically a free relationship counselor

》They probably go for ice cream A Lot

》Dan is like 5'10" and Andy is 5'5" - the latter DEMANDS piggybacks, especially while his leg is still healing

》Lots and lots of cuddles!!!

》Dan wears Andy's jersey number RELIGIOUSLY, even if there's not a game that day and after he graduates. Conversely, Andy NEVER wears Dan's but he makes up for it by being the literal loudest person in the crowd

》Whenever Andy has a game Dan writes "KING KANG IS MY BADASS BOYFRIEND" on his chest for everyone to see and 100% screams the loudest

》Dan eventually takes his Supportive Boyfriend Role to the next level when he literally takes on the role of the Westchester Wolf mascot (the extra cash doesn't hurt, either)

At first he doesn't tell Andy because he wants it to be a surprise and everyone's like "wtf why is Chester showering King Kang with all this affection???"

And Andy is still super confused until he hugs Chester after the game and Dan is just loudly whispering "ANDY IT'S ME"

》Ice cream dates!

》Also probably workout dates at the gym! Gotta help support each other

》They always go on bike rides together no matter what time of day or night

》Tom buys them a tandem bike as a joke but joke's on him!!! They use it all the time

》"Enjoy your old people bike, losers”

"Don't worry, we do"

"Wtf you're supposed to hate it"

》Speaking of Tom, he's a very jealous boy (but still very supportive of the relationship) because Andy spends like- ONE less hour a day with him since he started going out with Dan

》Before Andy gets top surgery, Dan always reminds him to take off his binder at 8-hour intervals and change into a non-supporting sports bra before a game or else he'll forget

》Dan is a pretty Rich Boye and helps Andy pay for his T prescription, and Andy is super grateful because he wasn't able to before. And three months in, they're chatting one day and out of the blue Dan just goes "God, your voice is almost deeper than mine already!" And externally Andy starts teasing him about it but inside he's crying and fluffy and soft because Validation!!!

》On top of that he helps pay for his top surgery too and at first Andy REFUSES to accept, but Dan drops the L word for the first time and Andy MELTS

》Once Andy finally gets the surgery Dan kisses his scars whenever he can (once they've healed so he doesn't hurt his boye) because they mean so much to both of them. However, Andy is Very Very Ticklish and has the Most Infectious Laughter Ever so they always end up in fits of giggles

》Dan takes literally every possible chance he can to validate Andy

》There are some Very Rare days when Andy feels absolutely awful and whenever Therapist Dan tries to help, it basically goes nowhere. But one day Andy's just pissed at the world in general and when Dan offers to help Andy snaps at him

》On top of this Andy sometimes has periods of heavy dysphoria where he doesn't believe anything Dan says and it hurts them both but Dan knows that he just needs a lil time to himself (and a LOT of chocolate ice cream)

》ICE CREAM DATES!!

》Andy is VERY particular about his hair - once he does it for the day, NO ONE is allowed to touch it. But then Mister Dan Pierce comes along when they're cuddling and he runs his fingers through Andy's hair and he just MELTS

》They wear cute couple costumes EVERY chance they get. Their top five favourites are:

>Andy as Mario and Dan as Princess Peach

>Andy as Wario and Dan as Waluigi

>Andy as Mermaid Man and Dan as Barnacle Boy

>Andy as Dan and Dan as Andy

>Andy as a dragon and Dan as a princess

》The group with be chilling wherever and Dan will suddenly go "Oh my God you guys I love Andy so much"

"We know, you said the same thing five minutes ago-"

》They move in with each other almost IMMEDIATELY after Andy graduates and their apartment becomes the go-to hangout place for their friend group

》They end up getting like, three BIG doggos

》The doggos are most likely a St. Bernard, an Alaskan Malamute, and honestly probably a Wolfdog

》And after ILB, Tom convinces Harper to let Dandy keep the coyote too, and it takes some time but Dan eventually is able to convince the landlord to keep him 'cause he's basically an oversized pupper

》They basically run a dog shelter and any time anyone comes over they basically Drown in Doggo (tm)

》Andy always has to get his way or Dan will FITE

》And if someone has the AUDACITY to insult Andy in front of Dan, someone's wig is boutta get snatched

》One day they're goofing off and doing that "age and gender" face recognition thing and it says that Andy looks like a 12-year-old girl-

Dan RIOTS, like he's genuinely so upset and Andy is just cracking up because it's hilarious

"THIS ISN'T FUNNY ANDY"

"KSHSKS YEAH IT IS"*

》Whenever they play basketball Andy keeps "accidentally" messing up, and vice versa with football

》ICE!!! CREAM!!! DATES!!!

》Andy gets hit on A Lot, even when Dan's around, and he gets Super Flustered and Dan is just cracking up before explaining they're together. Sometimes he'll say they're married just to make Andy Extra Flustered

》They 100% dare each other to do a lot of dumb stuff for very small rewards (i.e. seeing who can drink a whole bottle of hot sauce the fastest, blindfolded skateboarding even though neither can skateboard, "hey drink this gross concoction I made" "sure thing!")

》Neither of them can cook but you can bet your ass they both try-

Because of this, birthdays and anniversaries are usually spent at a restaurant while they wait for the smoke to clear out of the apartment

》They actually go on Real Dates like restaurants, beaches, movie theatres, bowling alleys, mini golfing, etc.

》It's 100% Dan who eventually proposes and it's probably when they're glow-in-the-dark bowling and they've doodled all over each other in highlighter so their skin glows. He gets a ring pop from one of those fancy candy dispensers and proposes with that (even though it's their shared least favourite flavour) because he Just Can't Wait

》Their eventual kid 100% becomes a vet because of all the doggos

》And when they do finally adopt it doesn't take long to adjust because Dan is already the group mom and Andy is group dad

》TOM IS THE BEST GODFATHER!!!

》Their kid is Spoiled As Fuck because their dads are literally both renowned in their fields and thus Very Rich (Andy is a big basketball star and Dan probably has three self-help books and a booming therapy business)

》Whenever they need a babysitter the ENTIRE GROUP comes to look after the kid. Shenanigans always ensue

》ICE CREAM DATES!!!!!

#choices #ilitw #it lives in the woods #play choices #it lives choices #it lives dan #it lives andy #ilitw dan #ilitw andy #andy kang #dan pierce #my edits #my writing

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leonadawnchaser · 7 years

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Pro: I would win. Con: You would lose.

She shakes her head and chuckles.

“If that is what you think Syndra.”

#Leona RP #You wanna fite bra?#ask-syndra

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ruinedrainbowpooka · 4 years

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FAVORITE CHARACTERS TAG GAME

Rules: List your favorite character from 10 Different Fandoms and tag 10 people

Thanks so much to my wife, @panickedpansexualprincess , for tagging me in a thing where I have to pick favorites when she knows I cannot pick favorites ever. (No rly, ty and ilu)

1. I think Kingsman is obligatory since I write in it all the time. Uh. Why I do this to myself. Gonna go with: Harry Hart

Just the stalk, the look. Quirk those lips just a little and my subbie ass would be in heaven.

2: Legend of Zelda: Zelda

Gimme p much any version of her, but this was the one that impacted me in my formative years. She fought, she sassed, she’d get captured and fight all through it and sometimes break free on her own. She was one of the first actively Fite Me princesses I’d been exposed to.

3: Star Wars: Han Solo

I kinda wanted to be him. /) S I G N S (\

4: Chrono Trigger: Ayla

Head of her tribe, not really a healer (she has one healing skill), the strongest physical character in the game.

5: Phantom of the Opera (musical Version: Madam Giry

And one of these days, I will actually write the AU where she’s actually the Phantom. Most of it is in my head, I just have to words it.

6: Witcher (Netflix version cos I’ve only read one of the books so far): Queen Calanthe

Jaskier and Geralt are the real top of the list, but I need them together for that. So I just skipped over them.

I know Calanthe is a terrible person, but I love her anyway. I mean, look at her. Actual armor rather than fucking boob armor. She’s allowed to be a dirty, bloody mess and not be ladylike. This isn’t something we get with female characters normally.

AND LOOK AT THIS SHIT

Look at her breasts. The actress clearly has no modern bra on under it (something that... happens in period pieces if they’re not clearly in a corset) and the producers let her breasts just fall naturally. So much about her makes me so fucking happy.

And then there’s her character which, while an utter piece of shit, is still nuanced and not just a flat evil being.

7: Baldur’s Gate: Minsc (& Boo)

Look at this beautiful man and his loving look at his miniature giant space hamster. I tried doing an evil runthrough once, but because he and Edward/Edwina will not be in the same party (for long, maybe, or at all; idr which), I gave up. I need Minsc in my life.

8: Jurassic Park (Movie): the T-Rex

Queen. Absolute queen. The t-rex isn’t even my favorite dinosaur among the species, but she is my queen. She and Clever Girl are the best characters in that movie. You have no idea how happy I was to see her in Jurassic World (even if she looked a little wonky in some scenes because CGI).

(Have you noticed how many of these are strong and/or FIte Me Ladies? Cos I have)

9: Alien/s/^3 (I refuse Resurrection; the only things I like about it are: Ron Perlman and the fact that Wal*fuck bought out Weyland/Utani, thus making it far more evil than W/U): Leonard Dillon

His speeches, his staring down the xenomorph, “reducating some of the brothers”. Like. I just love him and I have watched movies just because Dutton was in them. His voice, maaaaaan. It is a tasty tasty voice and I could listen to it all day.

10: The Elder Scrolls: Sheogorath

How can you not love this crazy fucker? Cheese wheels for everyone!

I will tag @thenorsiest and @fandomjunkie2004

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“La vie conne et fine de Gustave F.” [épisode 3]

[Lire les épisodes 1, 2] Le jour 3 fut le deuxième premier jour. Un jour 1 bis. Il avait loupé la télé mais il apprit facilement qu’un hôpital de campagne du service de santé des armées serait déployé en Alsace, et qu’il était question de guerre. « Nous sommes en guerre, nous sommes en guerre, en guerre sanitaire certes, mais l’ennemi est là, invisible, insaisissable ». Bon. Restons calme. Il décida de chanter. Rien ne sortait. Même pas un petit sifflet. Il ouvrit la fenêtre et regarda les boutiques fermées. Il y avait des gens dans les rues malgré tout alors que c’était quand même clair. Il eut envie de se faire beau. Puis il eut la flemme. Il se lava quand même, et deux fois les mains. Ce qui est dur quand on est tout seul, c’est de n’être avec personne. Oh bien sûr, depuis le divorce, il s’était fait à la solitude, et il la cultivait même, comme se cultive une qualité rare, une mentalité d’exception, une audace du rang de celles qui sont le propre des êtres d’élite ; mais seul tout le temps, tout de même, ça faisait beaucoup – quinze jours, peut-être quarante-cinq, on ne savait pas vraiment, pourquoi pas deux cent douze, ou huit mois, huit ans, autant dire même une vie… Seul quand on le décide passe encore, mais poussé et forcé, c’est autre chose. Seul « confiné » chez soi, entre quatre murs, dans un trois-pièces cuisine et cinquante mètres carrés, si ça durait ça ne serait pas tellement pire entre quatre planches !… Il déchiffra sa montre, une Omega soit dit en passant, cadeau de son père, il n’y avait pas deux heures que la proclamation était faite, c’était vraiment trop juste pour commencer de s’ennuyer, ou prendre effroi. Il se raisonna, donc. Relut un coup le bel arrêté du 14 mars, avec sa prose d’État réconfortante, et prit connaissance du SMS gouvernemental. Il alla vérifier qu’il possédait bien de quoi écrire. L’imprimante ne fonctionnait plus depuis lurette, mais d’après ce que racontaient les exégètes télévisuels de la parole présidentielle, on aurait le droit de rédiger à la main ses propres permissions de sortie. Ça tombait bien, lui aussi avait une belle plume, on le lui confirmait toujours, avec une écriture un peu comme un médecin, mais en moins médicale, plus raffinée, plus loyale. Il rédigerait le papier dans des formules notariales fleuries comme il savait en employer, le tout ornementé de pleins subtils et d’élégants déliés à l'ancienne mode, du genre que lui prescrivait sa grand-mère quand il était microbe, ça impressionnerait les municipaux en cas de contrôle. Sa grand-mère. Sa regrettée grand-mère. Enfin au moins là où elle était elle ne serait pas infectée, bref. « Eh, Gugusse ! » – Gustave entendait une voix mais ne savait pas d’où elle venait. Ce devait être dans sa tête car la porte molletonnée (par-dessus le blindage) de son appartement ne laissait rien passer ; et puis le vieux du dessus avait beau être sourd, ces temps-ci c’était lui qu’on n'entendait plus ; sa fille avait dû trouver à l’occuper ailleurs. En fait, Gustave avait somnolé et un rêve à moitié éveillé l’avait conduit dans une campagne où il se rendait parfois. Se mettre au vert, arpenter la forêt et s’asseoir sur les gros rochers qui lui rappelaient ceux de la forêt de Fontainebleau, ou bien cheminer avec son pote Rodolphe (un chaud lapin, celui-là), faire un brin de causette avec le pharmacien, il aimait ça. Il se sentait alors en plein accord avec les gens, dans le pays profond, le pays réel ; on lui avait bien dit un jour, il ne savait plus qui, encore un coupeur de cheveux en quatre, un loustic sans doute, on lui avait dit que le pays réel, ça n’existait pas, que c'était un fantasme de vieux nostalgique, n’empêche : quand il était dans le village, il les voyait, les gens, tous les matins les mêmes, surtout des vieux, un peu plus inclinés chaque année, mais les mêmes bérets d’antan, et tous, rien qu’à les voir, il les entendait lui clamer : « Ah, le beau pays ! Tu parles ! » Bref, toujours dans sa torpeur, Gustave rêvassait à ce que ce serait, s’il avait quitté la ville à temps ces jours-ci, dans ce bled (un bled mais pas un seul Arabe, quand bien même trente-trois pour cent tenaient à les foutre dehors). Sûr qu’en allant prendre son pain le matin, en voiture car c’était trop loin pour venir à pied avant le café du matin (ses amis citadins le plaisantaient toujours en brandissant un doigt sévère : « La voiture, le matin, pour aller chercher une baguette, mais où va-t-on à ce train-là, Gustave, pense à la planète, allons, sois écoresponsable, trois kilomètres à pied, ça requinque son homme ! »), sûr qu'il tomberait sur elle – il n'avait jamais su son nom, mais il la voyait presque tous les matins, et, la clope au bec, elle était la seule du village à acheter l'un des deux exemplaires de l’unique quotidien extrarégional que le buraliste, vendeur de journaux, de Morpion, Astro Illiko, Bingo, Banco et autre jeux de prurit, commandait obstinément pour donner au village un air national. Ce serait peut-être l’occasion de tailler une bavette. Enfin, tailler une bavette, n’exagérons rien. Était-ce bien le moment pour échanger ses humeurs avec des inconnus ou des inconnues ? Disons qu’à bonne distance, par-dessus le toit de la voiture (ça faisait moins de deux mètres, mais en se reculant encore un peu, on pourrait éviter de se rafraîchir par de mutuels postillons), il lui lancerait : « Dites, on se croise tout temps ; mais j'ai entendu hier soir à la télé que je n’ai pas regardée, mais je l’ai vu quand même après sur Youtube, j'ai vu qu'il fallait inventer des solidarités nouvelles, qu'il fallait retrouver les vraies valeurs, garder le lien ». Gustave se disait qu’en esprit au moins, il pourrait ainsi s'autocongratuler par de fortes félicitations républicaines, ça faisait du bien, dans une époque pareille. Alors il lui dirait : « Quand même, on n’est pas des bêtes, on va se dire bonjour ; on est confiné, alors si au moins on voit quelqu’un dans une rue, on va pas faire son indifférent, on va faire connaissance, ça porte pas à conséquence puisqu'on reste poli, enfin, je veux dire, puisqu’on garde la distanciation sociale ». Et là-dessus elle, la gueule d’intello avec la clope, à coup sûr elle lui lancerait : « Confiné, confiné – con fini, oui ! », avant de tourner les talons et de laisser Gustave planté là comme un con, en effet. Pendant que les Parisiens défaisaient leurs valises sur l’île de Ré et dans le sud de la France où les femmes de ménage étaient appelées en urgence pour laver avant leur arrivée, la France se disait prête à nationaliser les entreprises si nécessaire, la police empêchait l’installation de migrants dans des abris à Paris, l’ONU recommandait aux États de ne pas abuser des mesures d’urgence et de respecter les droits humains dans la mesure du possible, une médecin à domicile testée positive se couvrait de sacs-poubelle troués à la tête et aux bras pour ne pas contaminer ses patients, l’Inde interdisait l’accès au Taj Mahal, l’Église orthodoxe suspendait les offices en Grèce, Amazon.com annonçait l’embauche de 100 000 employés d’entrepôt et de livraison aux États-Unis pour faire face à une forte augmentation des commandes en ligne, San Francisco et cinq autres comtés de la région de la baie de Californie ordonnaient à tous les résidents de s’abriter, Trump demandait aux Américains d’éviter tout rassemblement de plus de 10 personnes au cours des 15 prochains jours et conseillait à tous les États ayant des preuves de transmission de fermer les bars, les restaurants, les gymnases et d’autres installations, quelque 1 000 détenus s’étaient évadés des prisons de São Paulo, une mutinerie était en cours à la prison de Grasse, dans les usines PSA, Toyota, Bombardier et Mercedes, les débrayages et droits de retrait forçaient les directions d’entreprises à revenir sur leur volonté de maintenir l’activité, Volkswagen s'apprêtait à fermer la plupart de ses usines européennes. Aux Chantiers de l’Atlantique, des centaines d’ouvriers, rejoints par les salariés des bureaux d’études, avaient débrayé pour exiger l’arrêt de la production, au Maroc on annonçait la fermeture des cafés, restaurants, cinémas, théâtres, salles de banquet, clubs, salles de sport, bains, salles de jeux et terrains de jeux de proximité, en Sardaigne les dauphins profitaient de l'absence de ferries pour revenir dans le port, à Paris le préfet Lallement annonçait devant les caméras : « Fous me connaissez, che fais faire gomprendre assez fite les konzignes », la police descendait sur les marchés, 7000 soldats de l’opération Sentinelle pourraient être mis rapidement à contribution pour se substituer aux policiers et gendarmes appelés à contrôler les restrictions de circulation, à Calais la chasse aux migrants continuait et les observateurs étaient priés de rentrer chez eux, aux États-Unis la Maison Blanche prévoyait d’envoyer des chèques aux Américains pour soutenir l'économie. Sans compter l’effondrement des cours et les fermetures des bourses un peu partout. Après avoir arrosé son yucca, Gustave sentit qu’un peu de beauté lui était nécessaire. Il opta pour un documentaire sur Arte+7, La Russie vue du ciel, c’était très apaisant, la musique était calme, Dans l’extrême sud de la fédération de Russie, l’eau est rare et précieuse, le barrage de Tchierkiezk, sur le fleuve Soulak, alimente une centrale électrique de mille mégawatts, le Daghestan présente une aussi grande variété ethnique que les républiques du Caucase. Ses trois millions d’habitants réunissent quelque quarante peuples, parlant une trentaine de langues et quatre-vingts dialectes, on ne compte plus le nombre de villages abandonnés dans cette région, l’exode rural a commencé dès l’époque de l’Union soviétique… Paysage montagneux, splendeur terrestre et ciel bleu, paysage sublime, le monde est beau se dit Gustave. Surtout quand il est loin. Ensuite il s’endormit et rêva d’un Ehpad comme d’une île menacée par la montée des eaux. (A suivre).

#LaVieConneEtFineDeGustaveF.

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curly-hair-kid · 5 years

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nasty - gwilym lee

honestly i fucked with this request, so thank u anon!!!

summary: you and joe harmlessly flirt, and gwil doesn’t like it. he wants to show you who’s you really are.

song i listened to: nasty - janet jackson (this is a fucking sexii song, fite me)

this is my first official gwil fic, and i have so much pent up thirst for him, it all spilled out into this fic ;)

Warnings: Language + NSFW (angst at the beginning, then smut, then fluff. i covered ALL the bases)

“Oh my god, watch out Joe!” you shouted, nervously swatting at the ginger’s head.

“Incoming,” Joe announced in his best airplane pilot voice.

You giggled and gripped on to your friend’s shoulders even tighter, fearing what could potentially end this piggy back ride. “Mazzello, if we crash, I get my money back.”

But Joe ignored you, continuing to run around on set, making motor noises and scaring half the crew. Soon, the running stopped, and Joe kept walking, you clinging tightly on his back, as he did his best to keep you hoisted up with his arms.

He walked past Gwil, who was looking up at you too, and rolling his eyes. By now, he was used to the way the two of you got on, although he would never admit to feeling a little bit threatened by how close you and Joe were. But Joe was his friend, and he trusted both of you. Still, Gwil couldn’t deny the subtle feeling in his stomach of jealousy.

“And coming up on your right,” Joe continued, “is (your name)’s boyfriend, who is looking tired of our shenanigans!” You shot Gwil a little smile, which made him smile too.

Joe kept the announcer voice going. “And that concludes your flight on Mazzello Airlines, please keep your hands and feet to yourself at all times...Goddammit, (your name), get your knee out of my back,” Joe complained, returning back to normal and setting you down.

You rolled your eyes as your feet hit the ground.

“(your name),” Gwil called from across the room, “we’ve got lunch plans in fifteen minutes. Let’s go, love.”

You nodded, quickly hugging Joe goodbye, but not before ruffling his hair and calling him ‘nerd’ with a smile on your face.

Lunch passed quickly, and it was raining by the time you and Gwil had made it back to your shared apartment. Closing the door behind you, you went to hang your coat up, turning to Gwil.

“Are you alright, babe?” Gwil quickly nodded, taking his coat off and hanging it besides yours.

“Gwil.” You drew out his name, hoping he would tell you whatever had seemed to be on his chest.

“Really,” Gwil smiled, “I’m fine, love.”

“Bullshit,” you announced, placing your hands on his arms so his gaze couldn’t avoid you.

“Persistent, are we?” You could tell you had won.

“Tell me, Gwil,” you said sweetly, but raising your eyebrows so he knew you weren’t letting this go.

“I dunno… I guess you and Joe are always goofing off.”

You pressed your lips together, letting him continue.

“I trust both of you, dear. You know that. I just miss your attention sometimes.”

Gwil wasn’t one to mince words. He told you how he felt, which was one of the reasons you fell in love with him.

“Joe and are just-”

“Friends. I know.”

There was a pause, until you continued. “I’m sorry, Gwil.”

He nodded, and flopped down onto the couch behind you.

“You know how much I love you. It was just an innocent piggy-back ride,” you sighed, running your hand through your hair.

Gwil looked up at you, simply raised one eyebrow and said “Why don’t you ride me?”

You widened you eyes at him, as if to say are you sure you wanna do this now? He just smirked.

Gwil’s hair was messed up and fluffy from the rain, and he sat on the couch, spreading his legs with his lips slightly parted. “Maybe that will make up for it, don’t you think, love?” he asked.

You nodded, void of all words, and focusing on the growing wetness in your center.

“Good girl, let’s get those clothes off,” Gwil instructed, grabbing at your waist and pressing his eager lips to yours.

You helped him lift his shirt off, and you wasted no time in attaching your lips to his neck, sucking on the delicate spot. Gwil let out a low moan, and tried, with little help from you, to get your shirt and bra off.

As you kissed, you were grinding your clit into his thigh, and Gwil every-so-often would buck his knee up to help.

You soon stopped, and unbuttoned his trousers, leaving him completely in his boxers. You palmed him through his underwear, relishing in the whimpering noises he was making as he kissed your neck again and again.

You slipped your underwear off, and you continued to palm him, whispering in his ear.

“You’re so hard for me, baby. So jealous of Joe, huh? He could never get me this wet, though, now could he?”

Gwil shook his head pathetically, straining to pull his boxers off. His red cock sprung loose, and you smirked at the sight. You slowly jerked him off, using his precum as lube.

“Fuck, love, please.”

“Use your words, Gwil.”

“Fuck me, Goddammit! I need to be in you, baby. Now.”

Your dominant facade faded away as he spoke harshly, and you quickly did as he instructed. Sinking onto his throbbing cock, you let out a hiss. Gwil pressed a kiss to your lips, and guided your hips as he bottomed out.

“’Fill you up so nicely, don’t I, love?”

You moaned in response, breathing heavily as he really truly filled you to the brim.

“Fuck me, Gwil…” you breathlessly pleaded.

Gwil tutted, and shook his head, grinning at you cockily, looking at how your bodies were flushed together. “You’ve been naughty for me, teasing me about Joe.”

You clenched around him accidently, causing him to let out a strangled grunt.

“God, don’t do that, love,” he warned, his accent thick. “Do you know what naughty girls have to do, darling?” he asked, his voice losing his firmness in anticipation.

You managed to squeak out, “I’ve got to ride you.”

Gwilym nodded, placing his hands on your hips again. “Yes, you’ve got to do all the work, love.”

And soon you were doing just that. Bouncing up and down on Gwil’s cock both of your moans and the sound of skin on skin filled the room. Gwil’s ragged breathing and occasional low grunts were edging you on.

“Gwil…” you cried between short breaths, “I’m so….fucking close, uh.”

You moaned out as Gwil snuck his hand down, and his thumb began to circle your clit. “Cum, good girl. Cum for me,” he added gruffly.

Soon you felt yourself spasming around his cock, crying out loudly.

You continued to ride him through your orgasm, and the way you clenched around him soon sent him over the edge.

A string of cursed left Gwil’s swollen lips as he came inside of you, his eyes screwing shut and his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. Milking out his orgasm, you slowed down enough to press a long kiss to his lips, your uneven breathing being the only sound heard.

Gwil helped you off of him, and when you got up to clean yourself off, he gently pulled you back down beside him, grabbing a nearby blanket and covering the two of you up. He steadied his breath.

He looked up at you bashfully, a stark contrast to how he had just been, and muttered, “Could you just stay here, love. For a little.”

You smiled and leaned into him, missing this clingy and comfortable side of Gwilym that he had closed off to you earlier. “Fuck, Gwil. That was amazing. I need to get you jealous more often,” you teased.

Gwil rolled his eyes playfully, and pulled you closer to him.

“Don’t get any ideas.”

#maddy writes #i wasnt really sure how to end it #but meh #i kinda liked it #gwilym lee #gwil lee x reader #gwil lee #borhap x reader #borhap boys #bohemian rhapsody #borhap cast #borhap boys x reader #borhap #smut

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