#i swear these give me pure dopamine

[ikemoths]

Royal walnut moths!! They look so much like plushies, their fluff has a very fuzzy texture to them and that coupled with their adorable eyes makes them the sweetest boys on earth i swear 🥺🥺the scrunmlkly,,, the cute,,,

this amazing video by entomology_1 on youtube (check them out!! amazing bug content :3) shows their absolute beauty in full. i NEED to hold one of these someday!!

[lazyjellyfish300]

One Cabin Ending 🫶🏽🪵🍃🌳

Miguel O'Hara x AFAB Spider-Woman Reader

Synopsis: after the little show you gave him, things start to heat up that night. Some nighttime shenanigans and a sweet ending soon follow..😏 word count 2.2k

Part 1 , Part 2

A/N: NOBODY ASKED FOR THIS, I'M JUST FEEDING MY OWN DELUSIONS AND I'M TAKING YALL WITH ME. 🫶🏽🖤😇😁

TW: MINORS DNI, FANTASIZING, SMUT(P IN V, HANDJOB, ORAL M AND F RECEIVING), STREAKING, PUBLIC SEXUAL ACTS(I MEAN YALL ARE IN THE WOODS ALONE TOGETHER THO) SLIGHT ANGST, FLUFF, alcohol and drunkenness

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Thinking about how dinner that night after that passionate christen to your relationship causes the air to hang heavy with mutual tension. How neither of you can bring yourselves to look the other in the eye for longer than a second, despite knowing exactly what the other looks like when they're engaged in the filfithest of acts. You've seen what this man looks like when he cums, and it's so fucking hot. 

Thinking about the unspoken desire that's sitting in the empty chair at that dinner table, how you can't help but envy the spoon he brings to his lips as he sips the warm broth, wishing they were massaging the sensitive skin of your neck while you cooed underneath him instead.

Shock, how alluring you looked when the wine in your glass clung to your lips, leaving them shiny, a deliciously tempting feeling you'd leave behind in his mouth when you weave your wine ladden tongue with his, not stopping until he could swear you'd leave him drunk, and not because he consumed any of the alcohol tonight himself. 

He didn't have to. 

Those eyes and those curves and the way you cried out for him earlier was pure heaven. Maddening melody he replayed over and over in his mind until he realized that he needed to hear it again. But this time he would be directly responsible for drawing it out of you.

The trick was conjuring up the bravery to do it. He was stubborn. He'd face off with plenty of formidable foes and monsters from his time as a superhero but cowered and hid when it came to the shadow of his own vulnerability. 

The updates in your relationship together were mostly physical, the foundation rooted in carnality, but, believe him when he knew, it was deeper than that. This man witnessed the heart of your personality, even if he was on the receiving end of the not-so-pleasant parts. He knew you could be as headstrong as he was and weren't afraid to challenge him. He admired you a lot for it, the facets of your personality he used to find annoying became endearing. Maybe it was the setting sun or the forced proximity of being alone in such a remote, yet beautiful corner of nature that drew him closer to you, but it didn't matter. He was willing to stick around and find out regardless of how long it took. You had him hooked and he didn't plan on letting you leave anytime soon. 

You're looking at him with similar intrigue. You're steadily draining the wine from your glass at the same rate dopamine is quickly replacing it, making you feel brave. 

"Wanna do something fun?" 

Thinking about how he smirks at you, then shakes his head, blaming the fact that you're just tipsy and it's late as his reasoning for not wanting to indulge. In his mind, he silently hopes you'll push back, and you do, but not in the way he was expecting as you're so boldy doing right now as you stand up and begin to unbutton your long flannel, strutting towards the door with a playful look in your eye.  

He just leans back in his seat, his face growing hot as he watches you walk away, closing his eyes for a moment to consult his long neglected faith, whatever scrape of it remains, to give him the strength to not do anything foolish tonight. 

Thinking about how his willpower evaporates quicker than the clothes off your body as he goes wide eyed at your nakedness in the moonlight. Your boldness of stripping down, watching the darkness swallow your bare body in the shadows, and the way the chilly air highlighted your skin, particularly your breasts, in a sea of goosebumps. The whole thing was unbelievably sexy. 

Thinking about the way you leaned in so close to his lips, telling him he needs to lose the clothes he's wearing if he wants to come any closer. 

Shock you don't even need to touch him to drive him utterly insane.

Thinking about how you're getting warm between your thighs as you watch him slowly pull his clothes off his body. That stupid goofy grin on his face and the blush in his cheeks makes him look so innocently adorable despite the fact you both were literally about to go streaking together in this quiet, night-stricken woodland. 

Thinking about how Miguel's mind is a train racing steadily off the track. Shock, you're making him lose it. Shock, was he really about to run naked through the forest with you? Shock, the hold you have on him all because you wore a white flowy sundress, soaked by the creek and because he allowed eyes wander and you happily let him do it. 

It lead him to wonder what you looked like up close, leading to him wondering what you looked like when you were experiencing true ecstasy, when you were gracing the highest peaks of arousal, wondering about how it's going to be so satisfying when he takes you in his bed tonight, if this night keeps traveling steadily in this sexy direction you both know it's going. 

Thinking about how the adrenaline is surging through you as you race off into the night. The superhuman speed in your veins propelling you along the forest floor as you gleefully try to dodge Miguel who's close behind you, moonlight kissing his features making him look oh so enticing that your head snaps back to its original position, your eyes lingering on him a little too long causing you to almost lose your footing. A mischievous smile painting your lips as you weave deeper and deeper into the leafy canopy of trees akin to this growing and blooming attraction between you and who you originally thought to be your all-business, grumpy mission partner.  

Thinking about how his eyes before were a peaceful cardinal but now they're an unbridled vermillion, a metaphorical wildfire burning through these woods as he runs after you into the night. He has to close his eyes, only for a moment as the waves of cold air rapidly hitting his face with his inhuman speed send pulses of excitement through his body.

This life you've breathed into him has brought him to a place within himself he didn't know still existed. An extinguished flame he thought was long forgotten with the tragic loss of his daughter. Never thinking the match that would reignite it laid in those enchanting irises of your eyes and your damned smile that had him risking it all on this fateful mission in the remote country. 

Thinking about how he playfully corners you at last, catching you around your bare torso. As soon as your exposed skin meets his, it's all over as you begin passionately, frantically, desperately kissing his lips underneath the woodsy clearing of pine trees, the sky magnificently littered in dusty clusters of burning stars.

Thinking about the bewitching forest chill prompting your bodies to press even closer together, groaning and moaning at the heat coming off his skin as it's being transferred onto yours. 

Thinking about he's gently squeezing you around the throat as he slides his tongue in between your lips, moaning when his assumption that your wine-laced mouth would taste just as sweet as he imagined was absolutely correct. 

Thinking about how mesmerizing his face looks as his mouth falls open when you start stroking his cock and now he's bucking his hips against your hand, begging you to go faster as your foreheads press together. 

Thinking about how his face is utterly burning, the desire and heat rising in his body as he briefly looks around while you're sucking his cock in this moonlit environment.

 It's completely silent.

The moans he's making and the naughty lewd act that's taking place wouldn't be known to a single soul besides the depths of the trees and the two people lost inside it, making this scenario even more steamy as he bites his lip. 

Thinking about how a short time later he's groaning loudly as he's struggling sooo hard to focus on putting one foot in front of the other as he carries your naked body across the threshold of the cabin while you're sucking the life out of his neck.

The dial on his self-restraint is completely shattered at this point, and he might not even make it to his bedroom before he just fucks the soul out of you right here on the kitchen table. 

Thinking about the salacious screams you both let out as your wet cunt beautifully hugs his cock for the first time. 

Thinking about how butterflies erupt in your stomach when he nestles his face against your neck and whispers frantically in your ear how good you feel and how he's always wanted to do this as his grip tightens on your hair and as your nails press down into his back. 

Thinking about how any anxiety you had before about your appearance or how you've landscaped down there or lack thereof hasn't even crossed your mind once as you watch him devour your aching sex in his mouth. His tongue painting your clit in utter worship, vibrations of his deep voice stroking against the plush inside of your thighs. 

Thinking about how he's losing his mind at how well you're riding and grinding on his cock. One of your hands caressing all over your body as the other pushes your hair in front of your face in an erotic display, and he can't resist the urge to seize your hips and fuck upwards into you. 

Thinking about how he only stops when you lean forward and distract him with deep kisses, his cock nice and wet, warmed by your velvety arousal deep in that pussy as you both drown in each other's lips for several blissful moments. 

Thinking about how a chemical reaction takes place in his brain when you confess you've always loved him when you come up for air, how the cherry in his eyes glistens so brightly as a gorgeous smile spreads across his face. 

Thinking about how beautiful you look when he whispers back that he feels the same way. That this is completely crazy but he doesn't care. Let's end this night together and get back to business in the morning. When this mission is over I'm coming back for you to take you home with me for good. 

Thinking about how this first fuck isn't about fucking anymore, your bodies moving passionately in this log cabin are molding an act of love. 

The strokes and thrusts of his cock are deep and long. The kisses are greedy, wet, and passionate. If the cabin were made of glass it would be utterly fogged with no vision available to the inside, completely covered by the haggard and strangled breaths that are leaving both of your lungs as you simply can't get enough of the other's body. 

Thinking about how those stupid, flimsy rules in the beginning are long forgotten as you lovingly and powerfully make love to this beautiful man in this quiet cabin, a neverending string of dirty talk mixed with the sweetest nothings filling your eardrums as a new position gets added on top of the last. 

Realizing that all the ways you can take this man's cock is limitless. Your pussy wetting with a surge of delicious excitement when you realize the spider powers you both possess mean that you're not going to get tired or a blink of sleep anytime soon. 

Thinking about how in the morning, your dynamic has completely changed and instead of just a mission partner, he's your best friend for life as you giggle over a fresh pot of coffee. 

Thinking about his love for you tripling as he watches you wrestle that pesky anomaly in the dirt and tie it up with webs, realizing he's gonna need to put a ring on that finger. 

Thinking about how you both are sad when you walk through that portal back to Nueva York, knowing that it'll be some time before you can be together again. 

Thinking about how the trials and things you went through together through the past year or so are completely worth it as your eyes get blurry with tears at the sight of a gorgeous engagement ring in a little black box. 

Thinking about how excited you are for your honeymoon as you look up at your new husband as you leave the state office building with a fresh marriage certificate from your elopement with a giddy heart, asking him where he's taking you. 

Thinking about how he smiles and kisses your hand, knowing he's taking you back to that cute little cabin in the woods, returning with a new mission in mind, to start that new family together you always dreamed of with him. 

Thinking about how you'll return to that cabin several more times in both of your lifetimes to get away together and leave all your worries behind. A complex and beautiful love developed in the simplest of locations until the gray in your hair starts to match his. 

Thinking back to that one cabin in the woods where it all started as you look at the older man sitting on the park bench next to you as he pressed a soft kiss into the back of your hand, the little voices of your grandchildren playing on the playground bringing you back to a blissful reality you built together. 

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[mitsies]

Can I request a scenario with Reo confessing please

"go out with me?"

you look at reo. reo looks at you. if this was anyone else, you'd have something to say. if any other soul had chosen to ask you out at this very moment, you might've said yes. but it's reo. so you look him up, and then down, and then roll your eyes before saying, "it's still a no."

because this is maybe what, the 4th? 5th time? he's asked out on a date. each time, with declining levels of politeness, you've turned him down. your friends gawked at you when you'd told them- how could you reject the reo mikage? he was presumably a total catch- all charismatic grins and personable jokes, and tall, athletic body and shiny, well-kempt hair. and he was rich, too. you were deemed utterly insane for rejecting him.

quite frankly, you think it's the opposite. you'd be crazy to accept his offer. reo mikage has a reputation. he's driven and determined and really fucking stubborn. so you've concluded that no, he doesn't actually want you, he just wants to win you over. he likes the chase, he likes to win, he likes that 5-minute window of pure bliss that comes with a prize, he likes the hit of dopamine and the adrenaline rush. and he doesn't like you.

the both of you are alone in your history classroom, the last ones to leave when he's asked you this time. you've got your bag slung over your shoulder and he's got his eyes still fixed on you. he opens his mouth, something flickering across his eyes before his jaw snaps shut. "why?" he manages to ask.

you blink at him. this is the first time he's actually contested your rejection, previously just laughing it off and carrying on the conversation. "because," you state slowly, "i'm not interested. sorry."

"did i come off too strong?" his words come out fast, taking you by surprise as they spill out of his mouth, "was i too much? or is my hair messed up? do i look stupid?"

his rambles cease abruptly as he realises he's been caught off guard. he's opening his mouth again with a stupid fake smile, preparing to laugh and lie his way out of this when you speak. "none of the above."

"then what?" he hates how distressed he sounds. because reo has never not been liked before. he's never failed, let alone multiple times. and he's never wanted this bad, nothing ever as badly as he wants for you.

you're struck by the realisation that you don't know why you've said no. sure, you think he doesn't like you, but isn't he also asking you out for the 4th time right now? and isn't he also looking at you like you're the air he breathes? and don't you feel the same way? because despite how much you pretend it's not there, you're no better than the rest of your school. you're not immune to his charms, his flatteries, his attention- you like reo right back. so what's stopping you from saying yes, really?

a beat of silence passes.

"okay. fine."

"fine what?"

"i'll go out with you. just one chance."

his grin lights up the whole room, and it brings out smile lines you've never realised he had. reo mikage feels elated, over the moon, he feels like he's walking on air as he so plaintively states "i won't waste this chance, i swear it."

you let a tiny smile crack your face, an allusion to the absolute giddiness running rampant in your stomach. "you talk a big game."

"i'm serious. 'm not gonna give up now," he declares all too seriously. he hasn't won just yet- he won't have until there's a promise ring on your finger. reo's playing the long game, and based on the way your smile grows just a little with every passing second, he thinks he's on his way to victory.

[skyfall8600]

Like a Painkiller…….

Pair: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Warnings: smut, swearing, drug use…. R18+

Prompt: Reader is new to Hawkins High School, but not new to Eddie Munson.

Reader is 18 and Eddie is 19!

Oneshot

Song prompt: Painkiller by Halestorm

‘You’re like a God, I feel so hot

I got it better to habit

I’m in withdrawal, I need a hit

My body’s cold, gotta have it’

One last night out. That’s what you agreed on. Summer of ‘85 and you were living it up. Experimenting with drugs, boys and clubs. A few weeks ago, on a random Tuesday you decided to try ‘the Hideout’ for the new entertainment of the night. Having moved to Hawkins only a month prior, you were still discovering new places and people with your friends from your home town before they had to leave.

Last year had been rough, forcing you to repeat a grade. Luckily, your parents decided that a purely fresh start would be good for you. You were just glad you got to avoid facing people you knew as you roamed the school halls, you couldn’t bear the embarrassment. But, that was behind you now. A new school year was about to begin in a new town and all the shit you went through could be put to rest.

“Aw fuck yes! Finally a metal place!” You cheered, your friends joining you to the bar. The place wasn’t as crowded as it you expected, knowing that back home this place would’ve been full.

It was your last night out with the girls, and you partied like there was no tomorrow. While you stuck to drinks and dancing, your friends found a few boys or two who took their fancy. Giving them a moment of privacy was easy, your eyes were fixated on the stage. More specifically, on the lead guitarist. He was utter perfection. At some point during the night, his eyes drifted to you and you felt your body burn upon eye contact.

‘Just a dose to remedy the taking away the death of me

I get a buzz to feel alive, I get a rush deep inside

Just a touch is all I need to trigger the sweetest dopamine

You’re taking away the death of me

I can hit it, quit it, not addicted, you know it’s a lie’

After playing his final song, he found you at the bar.

“You were great up there!” You said, giving him your best smile and doe eyes.

He returned it easily, his forehead coated in a thin layer of sweat. “Flattery works well with me, keep it up sweetheart and I might not let you go.”

You moved closer together, practically able to feel each other’s hot breath and radiating body heat. Small conversations started, asking about each other’s age and names, before talking transformed into flirting. Flirting progressed to much more, and before you knew it, you were pinned up against the backstage door of the club with his tongue down your throat.

Moaning into each other, your hands tangled in his messy hair while his cupped your breasts on the outside of your shirt. You moved together, so in-sync. His thigh was shoved between your legs, giving you only a small amount of the friction you desired. The hard bones of your hips rubbed against his raging hard on.

You were both desperate, panting into each other.

“Fuck-“ you whimpered, moving your body backwards and forwards to use the positioning on his leg to satisfy your needs. He gladly obliged, ignore the pain and heat in his lower half as he memorised how you sounded and tasted.

Whispering into your ear and sucking along your neck, “So fucking perfect, look at you…. Getting off on my leg, I can feel how wet you are through both our jeans.” You could only nod, pulling him in closer. He became more rough with his hands, grazing over your hardened nipples.

You gasped and shook, melting into him as you came undone. He kissed you more passionately than before. “Your turn.” You said firmly against his lips, grabbing him by the collar of his leather jacket and forcing you to change your positions so he was now against the cold bricks.

He gave you a dirty smile, letting you do as you pleased with him. Your hand trailed from slowly from his neck, stopping just above his jeans. Making contact with the soft skin on his hips, he buckled and groaned. You put pressure against his hardened member, reconnecting your mouth to the section just below his ear.

“Sweet Jesus.” He moaned when you increased the pace and pressure.

“I don’t think he can help you right now…… unless you’re into that.” You teased, using your one free hand to move his under your shirt and cup your breast. Before you knew it, you had him whimpering into your hand and his whole body went numb. “Good boy.” You cooed into his ear.

You scribbled your number onto a free section of skin on his arm. Giving him one last messy kiss, you left him stranded near the back door and reunited with your friends.

‘You get me high like a painkiller, like a painkiller

You numb the pain, you’re blowing my mind

Like a painkiller, you’re a painkiller

That gets me, gets me, gets me high’

He wasted no time calling you the next night to invite you over to his place. It was awkward at first, standing there in the small living room of his trailer as you both recalled how needy and hot you were for each other only a few hours ago.

“Ah shit!” He screamed, falling to the floor. He was so focused on looking at you that he misplaced his foot and crashed into the counter.

You couldn’t help but giggle and rush to his aid, “are you okay?”

He looked up at you in awe, hearing you laugh for the first time. He remembered you being beautiful last night, but you were even more amazing when you smiled and laughed.

“Ye-yeah I’m fine, although I guess I lost the cool rockstar vibe now.” He admitted, a blush rising up his neck as he stood back up to his feet.

You laughed quietly to yourself. “You know, you’re not like I thought you’d be.”

“Oh? Good or bad?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

You stepped closer to him, your arms moving around his neck. “Good. Very good.”

That was all you said before your lips reconnected with his. The intensity and passion from the night before all came rushing back. He was more gentle this time round, taking his time with his kisses.

“Just because we- you know, did that last night- it’s not why I called you over, I don’t expect you to have do that again- unless you want to of course! I wouldn’t say no…. I just- I really fucking like you.” He was a mumbling mess, rambling word after word.

“Eddie,” you laugh, “I really fucking like you too. While I would love to get each other off again, I agree that perhaps just kissing will be enough this time.”

“This time?“

You nodded kissing him again, “if I recall, you mentioned something about not letting me go?”

‘You think I’m cryptic, a touch sadistic

But baby, that’s how you made me

You bring the fever, my drug dealer

Gotta love the way you fix me’

The next few days you were inseparable. Getting high at in his trailer and making out in his van as you enjoyed the last few weeks of summer. You didn’t dare bring up the fact that you were repeating your senior year, you were afraid he’d drop you like hot shit.

All the time you spent together wasn’t just about the passion, you found so much comfort in each other. Watching movies tangled together on the couch were some of your favourite moments, your chests rising and falling in perfect harmony and his fingers rubbing softly against your back. Pure heaven was the only way you described it.

“I’m surprised they haven’t turned green yet.” You giggled, rotating the metal rings on his fingers.

“I think it’s all the weed and dirt, kills the bacteria.”

You laughed, leaning further into his chest. “I don’t think it works like that.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm.” You moved so you were now facing him, your arms leaning on his legs. You gazed at each other, the movie disregarded. He kissed you, slowly. His lips barely even touching yours, making you whimper when he pulled away a second later. “Hey!”

He scoffed, “So needy.”

“You love it.”

“I do.”

‘Just a touch is all I need to trigger the sweetest dopamine

You’re taking away the death of me

I can hit it, quit it, not addicted, you know it’s a lie’

With a new spring in your step, your parents were satisfied that you were taking the move well. Sure, they weren’t much of a fan of the weed or the boy you brought over, but overall you were happier.

“Y/n, honey, don’t stay out too late. Can’t be late or tired on your first day of school.” You mother said.

You froze. You were enjoying your time with Eddie so much you lost track of time. School was ready starting.

“Uh, yeah of course. I’ll be home by 10.” You responded, your body all tense. You didn’t know how you would bring it up to Eddie, that you’d suddenly be unreachable during the day and wrapped up in studying most afternoons. You had to pass this year, you couldn’t let this happen again…. You couldn’t get distracted again. “Fucking stupid shit.”

“You okay babe?” Eddie spoke behind you, hearing your aggressive whispers that you thought no one heard. You jumped hearing him so close, not expecting him to be here yet.

“Jesus Christ don’t sneak up on people!” You swatted his arm. “Gave me a heart attack.”

He draped an arm around you, “Sure I did babe, now come on… gotta go now if we wanna catch that 5pm showing.”

It was safe to say, you never made it to the cinema. Half naked in the back of Eddie’s van, the windows fogged up from all the heavy breathing and sweat from your bodies. His hands were holding your hips down in place, legs spread wide open and resting on his shoulders. His head between your thighs.

“Mm fuck-“ you cried, unable to stop your hips to rolling against his tongue. He was focused on that bundle of nerves at the apex between your thighs, his lips assaulting your opening. “Eddie- I’m-I-“

He moaned against you and the vibrations were enough to push you over. Crying out in ecstasy, he kissed you slower before moving back up your body. His face glistening with your juices. The next part mimicked the night you met, he loved when you took charge. You pushed him to lie down, your tongue licking down from his neck to the member between his thighs.

You loved it. Loved the way he felt in your mouth, the way he moaned when you sucked him roughly with your tongue flat against the head of his dick. More importantly, you loved how desperate he became just before he climaxed. The whimpers, the moans…. All it made you determined to get him across the finish line faster.

His hips buckled and he thrusted against the roof of your mouth, hot liquid sliding down your throat as you took him whole.

“Fuck.”

“Always so responsive.” You mumbled against him. Unsure how, but you made it back home by 10pm and kept your dirty secret of being a high school senior repeater under wraps.

‘You get me high like a painkiller, like a painkiller

You numb the pain, you’re blowing my mind

Like a painkiller, you’re the painkiller

That gets me, gets me, gets me high

Painkiller, painkiller, you’re the painkiller

That gets me, gets, gets me high’

To your disappointment, High school felt the same no matter where you were. Boring classes with boring people. Teachers who couldn’t care less. Obnoxious jocks and cheerleaders trying to capture the new girl as soon as possible.

Gym class on your first day was the way the universe was tormenting you. It gave the school athletes the perfect opportunity to eye you up, you could practically feel them mentally undressing you. You wanted to peel your skin off. By lunch you wanted to go home. You counted down the hours until you could call Eddie, unsure of how you would even explain this situation to him.

You sat in the furthest corner of the cafeteria, picking at the food in front of you knowing that you wouldn’t even eat it. He saw you before you noticed him. He always found you, no matter how big the crowed his eyes always found you.

He wanted to run to you the second he saw you, to kiss you right there on the table. But shock washed over him. Why were you here? He thought. He followed the rest of hellfire to their usual table.

“Who’s that?” Dustin asked him. The little kid had spent the summer at camp with Susie, he had yet to hear the remarkable summer the dungeon master had with meeting the love of his life.

“My girlfriend.” He said, his eyes refusing to move from your face. You looked so sad and alone, but he didn’t know how to approach you. He figured based on your age you were repeating a year, which didn’t bother him…. But he was repeating his repeating year….. now that was something he didn’t know how to bring up all summer.

Someone laughed behind him, “You fucking wish you could get a girl that hot.” Simon, a basketball team member scoffed. “Watch and learn losers.”

Rage filled Eddie from head to toe. He trusted you, he knew you loved him even though neither of you had said it yet. But watching as one of the bane of his existences attempted to flirt with you made him see red.

You didn’t notice Simon until he tapped your table. You rolled his eyes and brought them up to meet him, “Hi gorgeous, you were in my gym class before right? I gotta say, you fucking killed it out there.” He leaned in front of you, blocking your view of the rest of the student body in the cafeteria.

You didn’t respond to him. Going back to picking at your food.

“Hello? Are you deaf or something? I gave you a compliment-“

“Didn’t sound like one. Sounds like you spent most of the last hour staring at my ass in my gym shorts. Just like how the rest of you-“ you yelled, standing to your feet on the chair so you could tower over him, “the rest of you creeps haven’t left me alone for a goddamn minute! I don’t wanna sleep with any of you so keep it in your fucking pants!”

After you finished yelling, you noticed him. He was smiling at you with the biggest toothy grin he could master.

“I suggest you stop staring at the freak. After that little stunt not many people are gonna wanna know you.” Simon said, gritting between his clenched jaw. “No one’s going to even think about touching you now, dumb slut.”

“Oi!” Eddie screamed, “don’t speak to her that way.”

You were frozen, unsure how to respond to the fact that your boyfriend was in the same high school cafeteria as you. He was a year older than you….. he should’ve already been graduated by now. You remained there standing on your chair as Eddie and the remaining basketball members came to your table.

“Actually,” you started to try to regain your confidence in your voice, “I think I know which one of you I would love to sleep with.”

The boys looked to you, hope flashing before many of their eyes. But nothing compared to the sinister excitation beaming off of Eddie. You grabbed him, pulling him up onto the table with you and planted the biggest open mouthed kiss on his lips. Everything faded away, you didn’t hear the grunts coming from the athletes or the cheers coming from the hellfire club.

‘You get me high like a painkiller, like a painkiller

You’re blowing my mind, like a painkiller, you’re a painkiller

Gets me, gets me, gets me high’

He pulled back from your kiss, smiling like a mad man. Jumping down from the table he brought you down with him, he practically ran out the cafeteria doors to the outside tables.

“Not that I didn’t love that, but fuck… what are you doing here babe?” He asked you, still smiling.

“Me? What about you?! I’m repeating my senior year cause I got caught up in some shit back home and the bastards didn’t let me graduate.” You said to him, still unable to fathom that he was here.

“I happen to also be repeating… my senior year….. for a second time. Although, I don’t have a cool enough excuse as you. I just can’t do well at school.”

“But I know you’re smart, I’ve seen the way you think and work!”

He shrugged, “my brain just ain’t meant for tests and school, I don’t know what to tell you sweetheart.”

You kissed him, softly and gently. A kiss of mutual understanding and love.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve made the whole day easier for you, one word that you’re my girl and they wouldn’t be trying to get in your pants…. They would however try to torment you, I’m the king of freaks here.”

You looked at him with wide eyes, “you’re the freak they keep warning me about?!” You erupted in laughter. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know how to tell you. I was embarrassed. Clearly I didn’t need to be since one year isn’t as bad as two.”

He gripped you tighter, “keep teasing me and I won’t help you organism for a week.”

You fell quiet for a moment, “I can do it myself and you can watch.”

He groaned, his dark eyes fully dilated. “Fuck I love you.”

You smiled, “I love you too.”

‘So blow my mind like a painkiller, like a painkiller

You’re getting me high like a painkiller, you’re a painkiller

That gets me, gets me, gets me high

Painkiller, painkiller, you’re a painkiller

That gets me, gets me, gets me high,

Painkiller, painkiller, you’re a painkiller

That gets me, gets me, gets me high’

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A/n: hope you enjoyed this oneshot! I wanted to practice my smut writing skills so I created this story and I honestly just fell in love with them. Also, high recommend people check out Halestorm! I’ve loved them since 2014 and they are such a cool rock type band.

Let me know what you think and don’t forget to comment and reblog if you like it!

Love you all.

Eddie Munson Taglist

 @fentyreligion @littlelunarfox @coconutchumby @eempxth @superflannel @fluffycookies22 @yearwalker96

[gayraccoonthing]

Okay, I just got back from my two day trip and LET ME TELL YOU, I'm not lying when I say that shit was fucking AMAZING!

(Small note, this is mostly about the LGBTQ rep there. There was a lot of awesome POC rep, too, but I don't feel qualified to talk about that.)

So, first, we went to the Minnesota zoo (pretty awesome ngl) and saw lots of cool animals and scenery (shit was expensive tho lmao).

Then I got to go to Barnes and nobles (fucking score) got some Adam silvera books and left for the science museum.

And when I tell you this museum was one of the best places I've ever been in, I MEAN IT.

Because HOLY SHIT, it was so welcoming and inclusive, and that's not even going into detail right now. (Images and positive rant under cut)

OKAY! I'll do my best to describe the pictures a bit. Let me go on this positive rant about the museum and it's LGBTQ inclusivity because OH MY GOD.

So, we explored the first floor exhibitions a bit before going off to the omni theater (think movie theater but with a big ass screen that's curved to give the illusion you're in the place it shows on screen, hella headache inducing but fun. Don't recommend it for those with light, sound, or just general sensitivity issues. If I wasn't sensory seeking, it'd be hell.) And the ads go on the screen (ads for the museum, not other companies) and this comes up!

It's hard to read, but I figured a visual may help.

The header at the top says, "Pride in STEM" the paragraph below states as following, "We celebrate the scientists creating a world that's inclusive instead of exclusive, diverse instead of uniform, and powered by the communities they hold. Together, we can make a better place for science itself. Learn more at 500queerscientists.com" and FUCK, if I didn't already love the museum enough.

We go through all the exhibits and floors, all extremely awesome and educational, very hands-on (lots of hand sanitizer too) the dinosaur section was awesome, I loved sportsology (I don't even like sports), the human body section was fascinating, seeing the natural life in Minnesota was so cool, the musical stairs were so fucking fun, the tugboat was amazing, and there's so much more I loved.

And then the giftshop. God damn I loved that gift shop. (What's that one meme? The tumblr post. The one with the three dragons, idk.) And I start to look through, and there's an LGBTQ section!!! It's small, but it's so much more than any other gift shop I've seen.

(Picture from far away, couldn't get too close because my mom) (also, no more images in this post from here on, just so you know)

I ended up getting some awesome enamel pins and a small magnet and cheap button pin. And in the pin display, there was a whole lgbtq section for pins!! I got this trans dopamine test tube pin (pray to God my mom didn't see, I had to get brave and ask the person myself, lmao) unfortunately I didn't get a picture of the pin display, but it was so fucking awesome to see.

The staff were all so nice, SO FUCKING NICE YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

but this one lady at the register for the gift shop, I swear, she's amazing. I walked up with my pins to pay, and she looks at me, and I see her protect trans kids pin and her she/her pronoun pin, and I don't think I've ever felt more safe and secure in my life. And she looks at my pins (either my aroace pin on my bag or my new trans pin, no idea) and says to me, "you're just like me, I don't see a lot of people like us here." In such a sweet voice, I swear to God I MELTED right then and there (not actually, but in my head I'm screaming with pure happiness) and she smiles at me the whole time, and I'm just so fucking happy!

And on my way out, this person almost walks into me, and they say, "Sorry there, son." And, OH. MY. GOD. SON!!!! They looked at me, this 5'4, not passing at all, long hair, fem faced, me, and called me son!!! It could have so easily been some mistake (probably was), but, God, it feels so damn nice to be called son by a stranger! The gender euphoria is real rn.

I genuinely love that museum so much. It fills me with life.

So, if you're ever in St. Paul MN and looking for a good museum I highly encourage you to go there. It's amazing and I love it.

[justheretoreadfanfictions12]

The Love You Want - Part 4

Sleep Token Fanfiction - Surprises & Emotions

I haven't heard from them in a week now. I can't stand the thought of having to go back to their studio, having to look into Vessel's eyes. Yet I dream about him every night, I still feel his hands on me, I long for his touch, I want more. I want to feel all of him.

Just as I scroll through Instagram I see a snippet of a new song being posted on Dan's private account. I don't want to listen to it, but my fingers click on play. I hear Vessel's deep voice, he slowly sings: "If you could only see me for who I am, you wouldn't want to get close. If you could only read my mind, I would never be the one you chose. I need your hands, I need the rush of dopamine you give, I need your skies & seas, I need to hear the words you moan for me." Then I hear it, quietly, just loud enough to hear, there are soft moans. I hear a voice whimper: "I want you. I need you". I swallow. Is that my voice? Did he use my moans for his new song? I throw my phone to the ground. This man recorded the whole interaction we had. This is too much. I grab my bag, throw on a coat & leave the house to get to their studio.

I open the door, Ryle smiles at me. "What are you doing here, Iris? What a nice surprise!". I don't reply, I only say: "Where is he? Where is Vessel?". He looks surprised, but replies: "He's recording right now, I guess he'll be done in an hour or so". I walk past him, right into the studio. There he is, dressed in all black, masked, playing his piano & singing. He doesn't notice me. I want to go slap him right across his handsome face when I hear the words he sings.

"Send an angel to save me, I was sent the devil. My world is ending, the floods are coming for me, you are down on sea level. I taste you on my fingers, I taste your serotonin in my veins, I want to leave but you got me in your chains."

I look at him in shock. His eyes are closed, a single tear is running down his cheeks. Then he sees me. He looks deeply into my eyes & just shakes his head. He shakes it right & left. He lets out a deep sigh before he screams: "Chain me up, make me love you, take my pain, make me devour you. Hold me close, I push you away, you are my rose, I turn you grey. You adore me, I ignore you, your words reach my soul, your taste makes me whole, let me rip you into pieces, take the love I stole"

The guy in the studio with him raises his hands up in the air, he is fascinated by the beautiful sound of Vessel's voice. I can't hold back tears. I leave the studio where Ryle is waiting for me. "He has been in there forever now, a few days ago he just decided he needs to write a new song immediately, we've been working on it like crazy. He wants to perform it on tour, this man is beyond insane. I have no idea what happened between you two, just take my words for whole please, Iris. He is amazing, he is pure love, he is a galaxy, but he will drag anyone down who comes too close. Damn, we only know his real name, we have seen his face a couple of times, we know his pain, but we know nothing else about him. He is a mystery, he isn't human, I swear, he is something else. He is a genius with walls higher than anything that exists on this planet. Do not fall trying to climb these walls." he says. I shed a tear, Vessel is so full of pain, he is so loved, he is so blind to all the love surrounding him. I take a step back, holding onto a table. I breathe. Then I say: "Nothing happened, it's fine. I was just deeply touched by his music, that's it." I force myself to smile. Then I quickly say: "Have you had any chance to go over the newest concepts I have sent you?" He nods, takes a seat & offers me one too. "We've actually wanted to tell you this all together but now that you're here, I can just tell you. We would love to take you on tour with us, be our assistent, we will pay you good money. We need your support on this tour." he says & smiles at me. This is a lot to take in. The man that made me feel emotions I had never felt before meeting him is in the other room singing a song about what he did to me a week ago. About how he can never allow me to come close to him. Now he wants me to be around him for weeks. I cannot for the sake of anything understand what he wants. But I won't let him ruin this chance for me. I look at Ryle & say: "Count me in, let's make this tour unforgettable!" Not knowing what will happen in the next 8 weeks, not knowing if I can handle looking at Vessel every single day without wanting to hold him close. Without knowing if I can ever allow another man to touch me again after how I felt when he was touching me.

My bags are packed, my plane ticket is in my purse, I leave to rush to the airport, to spend the next 2 months with an incredible band, meet new people & maybe, just maybe, find a way to get close to the mystic man behind all of this. Just as I arrive, I see all of them waiting for me in a private spot. They are masked. I hug them, I even hug Vessel like nothing has ever happened. He won't make me feel bad again, I won't allow him to. If he wants me to stay away from him, I will do just that. His veiny arms wrap around my waist, I breathe in his scent, it's sweet, dark, just like him. I watch him trace my every move, he scans my body up & down. I'm wearing a pair of black leather leggings, an oversized low cut grey shirt, a big black jacket over it. His eyes are glued to my chest, the lace of my bright red bra is showing & seemingly making him weak. We take a private plane & of course my seat is right next to him, what a coincidence. The other guys have fallen asleep already, softly snoring. Vessel tries not to look at me, but I feel his eyes on me. He watches me, he tries to read my mind, but he can't. I swore to myself that would pay him back for what he had done, for how hungry he left me, hungry for more of his touch. So I turn my head towards him, give him a sign to come closer & then I whisper into his ear: "Thanks for making me cum better than I could do it myself, I'd like to return the favour to you. Maybe you want to follow me to the back of the plane & let me get on my knees for you." then I get up & walk away. At first I hear nothing, then he gets up from his seat, slowly following me. He seems to be fighting his own thoughts & emotions, but his body is drawn to me. He stops right before me, inches away from my face: "Iris, what is this? I already told you I lose control around you. I lose myself when you look at me with those pretty green eyes. I cannot control my body when you touch me. I'm warning you, you are playing with fire my love." I smile at him & say: "Don't worry, I like it hot." then I get on my knees to unbuckle his belt. I can see the bulge in his pants. He is hard already without a single touch of me. I gently stroke his pants, pulling them down to reveal his black underwear, softly kissing the fabric. Then I pull it down, my heart jumps at the sight. It's huge, veiny, already throbbing from lust. I slowly let my tongue glide up & down his erection. He lets out a growl, I look at him & say: "You better be quiet or you'll wake the others". He rolls his eyes, opens his mouth to say something but I catch him by surprise. I slowly pull all of him into my mouth, sloppily kissing him, teasing him, I don't move, I want to feel him beg for more. His knees get weak, he looks at me, his eyes are screaming for me to keep going. Then he says: "I see what you are doing here. My love, I want you to taste me in that pretty little mouth of yours, I want you to swallow everything I give you like it's the best thing you have ever drank". I get wet just listening to his voice, his erection is pulsing inside my mouth, so I start moving. I suck him like getting him to cum into my mouth is my biggest mission in life. He starts moaning, quietly, trying to hold back any sounds but he fails at it. It takes no longer than 3 minutes until he says: "Iris, love, I'm ready to cum if you are read to swallow all of it." I nod slowly & keep going. He fills my mouth with warm liquor, I never thought I'd say this, but it tastes so good. He tastes like sins, he tastes dangerous. I finish cleaning him up, get back up on my feet. He pulls his pants back up, cups my face with his hands & says:

"What have you done? What have I done? I will never be able to live without the feelings to give me ever again. You made me yours, you chained me". I smile at him, satisfied that he is now feeling the same way I do. "Let this be our little secret, Vess. Let this be our safe space. Allow yourself to be mine, I will allow myself to be yours." "My name is Leo" he says. "Call me by my name. Call me by any name you want but promise to call me". Then he walks back to his seat. I can feel myself tearing up. I rush into the bathroom, taking a big sip of water & immediately regretting it afterwards because his taste is now gone from my lips.

[justreadingfics]

Best Gift Ever - an “It’s a Deal” one-shot

Summary: It’s almost time for your first Christmas with Bucky and he really wants you to open his present for you early.  

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: one-shot part of a complete series’ universe, smut, 18+, masturbation, use of sex toy, dirty talk, praise kink, the characters celebrate Christmas.

A/N: I miss these two too much, so here’s our first one-shot to see what they’re up to these days… and what they’re up to is a surprise to absolutely no one who knows them, lol. You can read it as a stand-alone story, but this is part of the universe of a series of mine (It’s a Deal). I have no words that can thank @callmeluna​, @addikted-2-dopamine​, @gogolucky13​ and @whisperlullaby​ enough for jumping right in to help me when I asked. You all rock. 

Masterlist on my description. 

 Even with your still half-asleep brain, it is hard to not let the lazy smile curl your lips when you feel the light scratch of his beard brushing your neck before the softness of his mouth touches your cheek. You hum in satisfaction.

“Bucky…” you breathe, stirring as you lay on your stomach, still incapable of opening your eyes at this ungodly hour.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he whispers against your ear, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “I just wanted to say goodbye, didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Goodbye?” You whine. The memory of the reason why he is up so early flashes in your mind. Shooting your eyes open, you turn around to meet his beautiful face above yours while he stands by the bed, uniform on, leaning over with his arms straddling you. Stretching, you curl your arms around him and pull him closer. “No goodbyes…” you mumble, kissing his neck.

Bucky sucks in a breath, looking down at your chest – still bare from the activities of no more than a few hours before. He tilts his head to peck your lips. “Have to go, sweetheart…I’ll be home before you know it, definitely before Christmas.”

“No…” Your hold on his neck tightens while you assault his lips, cheeks, and jaw with sleepy kisses. “Too long… want you here.”

“Alright, then,” he says before swiftly jumping on the bed beside you, already starting to push his boots away from one foot with the other.

“What?” You yelp, holding yourself up with your elbows, shooting him a wide eyed look.

“My baby wants me to stay, I’m staying,” he states, in all seriousness while he tosses a boot across the room. “Screw the bad guys.” He then moves towards you, spreading your legs with a knee to accommodate himself while you promptly put your arms around him, even if your stare at him is of pure astonishment.  “Screw Tony Stark, Nick Fury and by all means-“ He starts kissing your neck down your chest, “-screw Captain America, I’m staying here with my love.” Nuzzling your breasts, he punctuates his resolve by capturing a nipple with his mouth.

The warm sensation makes you gasp and you almost give up on saying what you’re about to say, but you keep yourself strong. “No, baby, no…” You chuckle, pulling his face up and almost melting at the love you find plastered there, “Ugh… no, no you have to go… I was just being silly.” You twist your face in a dismissive way. “And I definitely don’t want Captain America bursting through the door again,” you add, remembering how mortified you were the time Steve and Nat caught the two of you right in the act.

“Screw that jerk,” Bucky spits, tipping his chin up before leaning down to kiss you.  

You laugh but the sound turns into a moan as you meet him halfway to the kiss. “You already said that,” you speak when he once again starts the descent in exploring your body with his mouth. You squirm and giggle once he reaches that ticklish spot of yours right by your clavicle, but pull him up again, cupping his cheeks. “You go on that mission, and I’ll be here, watching Alpine and waiting for you, just like we agreed I would do. Ok?”

He pouts at you and you can’t resist to give his lips a quick peck. “And when you come back, safe and sound, world saved and all, I’ll take good care of you, huh?” You raise your hips against his while one of your hands leaves his face in favor to grab a handful of his ass.  

“Sweetheart,” he groans down at you, “This is not helping your case. Like… at all.”

“Go!” You shout, giving his ass a sharp smack

“Oh, wow, ma’am.” He bites his lip. “Haven’t met this dom side of you yet, and damn… we should explore it…”

“Maybe when you get back.” You wink, before urging him to get up, “Come on, babe, you go Avenge the ass out of this world.”

“Alright, alright…” he relents after pecking your lips, and with a smile plastered on his face, he moves to sit up. “Alpine’s routine is on the fridge,” he says, sitting by the end of the bed with his back to you while he works to put his boots on again.

You chuckle from where you remain laying down and stretch your arms again. He had gone over Alpine’s routine a thousand times the previous day. You're staying at his place to watch over her while he’s away, and you have a guess you’re not the only one he’s having a hard time leaving behind.

“Ok,” he stands up and moves to you for another goodbye kiss, “Will you call me if you need anything?” He asks, his face inches from yours.

“Mhm-hmm,” you nod, laziness invading you again and turning your eyelids heavy, “Love you, come back to me soon.”

“I will,” he promises in a whisper and a kiss on your cheek, “Love you too…Oh, and by the way, I left your Christmas present on the nightstand. I sure hope you open it early.”

You register the mischief in his voice, but sleep wins you over. Snuggling into your pillow, you mumble out just an “ok” and fall into slumber again.

~~~

It’s already night time when you step into Bucky’s place again after quickly dropping by in the afternoon to check in on Alpine. Damn you if you leave her alone for a whole day… But it’s been a hectic day at work, and it doesn’t help that you hit the snooze button of your alarm one too many times this morning. 

“Hey, sweet pea.” You lean down to scratch her ear when Alpine greets you by the door with a meow, brushing her head against your calves. You chuckle, remembering the first encounter with the cat—a white ball of fur and anger hissing at you. 

“How was your day, huh? Did you miss dad?” You ask, her eyes closing with delight from the caress on her neck. “I know I did… come here,” you say, standing up and walking towards her food spot.

After changing her water and food, you leave her there, eating contentedly. Then you move towards the bathroom, longing for a long, hot shower to relax a bit, and then, hopefully, try to reach Bucky on the phone.

Within the first few months of finally setting your feelings for each other straight – well, after you finally set your feelings for him straight, because he was there long before you were – your relationship has been like anyone would expect, filled with overwhelming love and…

Sex…

Lots of sex.

All the time.

Everywhere.

You know it has a lot to do with the fact your relationship is still fresh and new, and it doesn’t mean that’s all you two are about. You love him and he loves you. But that’s how you two got together in the first place and how you’ve been primarily expressing the tremendous love you feel for each other. You’ve been attached to him at the hip and every other little part of his body and, boy, do you love it…

This is the first long mission he’s gone on since the two of you got together, and you know it will be especially hard to be away from him after the amazing goodbye night he gave you. Damn… you swear you can still feel it in your bones and every other part of you he’s touched.  

Finishing up your shower, your muscles relaxed, you grab one of Bucky’s shirts from his closet, relishing in the way his smell envelops you when you put it on.

That’s when something on the nightstand catches your attention.

A rectangular pink box with a golden ribbon. Bucky’s gift for you.

The last words he had said to you before he left for the mission resounds in your mind…I sure hope you open it early…

You cock an eyebrow at the package and next thing you know you’re sitting on the bed, untying the ribbon.

What you find inside the unassuming white box kicks the air out of your lungs. The surprised gasp quickly gives place to a large smile, because…Bucky… of course. His Christmas present for you, the first one you’re spending together, is… a rabbit vibrator.

“Hope it keeps you happy while I’m gone. Love you. Bucky.” You read on the card you find inside the box, and your smile widens even more.

You take it out of the black tulle bag to examine your gift further. The baby blue color of it makes you smile and your eyes widen realizing it’s gotta be the girthiest rabbit you’ve ever had the pleasure to see in person… Ah, Bucky… always thinking of your satisfaction, no matter if it’s provided by him or not. He must have figured you would miss him, all of him, that’s why he was so keen on you opening the gift soon.

A thought crosses your mind and makes you bite your lower lip. Just the fact of Bucky hoping you would use the gift twists your core in a very naughty way and you wonder whether you should give it a try right now… Well, he did tell you to open it early, which means he wanted you to use it… you better not disappoint him.

You’re quick on sanitizing it like the manual told you to. You check on Alpine, spotting her taking a nap on the couch, before shutting the door to Bucky’s room and grabbing the lube on the nightstand. You take off your underwear and, wearing just Bucky’s shirt, you sit comfortably on the bed with your back  against the headboard, lube and rabbit in hands.

You take in a deep breath to figure out how to get started. You sure are a bit excited already just by the thought of doing it, and you know the lube would certainly come in handy. However, considering the remarkably thick toy Bucky has chosen, you figure you should prep yourself better before starting. Grabbing your cell phone, you set the lube and the rabbit aside while you search through some porn videos.

Scrolling through some old favorites of yours, you realize it’s been a while since you’ve watched them. Not that it would be a problem with Bucky – like it would have certainly been with your ex, Eddie- but because you just didn’t have the time, always being too lost in each other to need anything else to excite you. After two or three videos, you notice / realize it’s not bringing the same effect they did before… they’re just not enough. You groan in frustration… has Bucky not only ruined any other man for you, but now also porn, too?

Well, if that’s the case, you might as well appeal to the vivid images right there in your mind. And that’s precisely what you do. Tossing the cell phone somewhere in on the bed and closing your eyes while leaning against the headboard, the little private show in your imagination begins.

The first image that flashes in your mind is his head between your legs on the very first night you two got together. The way he lapped and sucked and kissed, feasting on you like you were the most delicious meal he was ever fed. The image of him jerking himself off while eating you out that night twists the knot in your belly.

Your breathing becomes deeper and the knot twists further when you recall that night in some dark alley of the city after getting out of a rooftop bar. The thrill of the possibility of someone spotting you two while his cock was deep inside you makes you gasp again. The way he talked to you, with filthy praises… God… your hand slides down your body to between your open legs. Hot, soft and now perfectly wet… You hum in delight thinking how he would praise you for feeling so good…

With a finger you circle your clit and moan… you do feel good… with Bucky you’ve learned how to appreciate yourself in that way and damn… that’s one of the hottest things ever.

Feeling as ready as you could be, you open your eyes and retract your hand to grab the toy. You position it between your legs, and it makes you shiver when the velvet sensation of it meets your heat. You still need to lube it up, but you’re wet enough to let it slide between your folds. Your other hand flies to grab a handful of the sheets at the feeling and it stumbles against your phone in the way.

You just leave the toy there for a while, allowing the temperatures and textures to get acquainted. The heat flushes up your core and you experiment with the first of many levels of vibrations.

“Oh…” it slips from your lips and your head falls back against the headboard.

You guide the tip of the toy to your clit and push the button to the next level. And then the next…The sensation of Bucky’s tongue on that very same spot invades your senses, “Oh, yes, fuck... Bucky…” you moan loudly.

“Goddammit, baby, what are you up to?”

You scream and jump on the bed, tossing the rabbit away at the sound of your boyfriend's voice. 

“Bucky?” You call, widened eyes at the door, imagining you would see him there.

“Down here, babe.”

You follow his voice to see the cheeky grin on his face through your phone’s screen, which was tossed on the mattress beside you. You must’ve accidentally video called him at some point.

“Fuck…” you say under your breath while you swiftly work on swiping away the thin coat of sweat off your forehead and attempt to fix your hair a bit before grabbing your phone. “H-hey, Bucky.”

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he says, the grin on his face lingering. He’s still in his uniform, but you notice he’s sitting on an armchair in a bedroom. He must have just arrived in their safe house. “I take it you liked my present. It hasn’t even been a full day, yet,” he adds with amusement and, to your mortification, the buzzing of the still vibrating rabbit resounds in the room.

The embarrassment burns your cheeks, and leaves you speechless, but it doesn’t last long, because you know Bucky too well. You know he’s given you this present with your enjoyment in mind, but you do spot a glint of mischievous interest in his eyes.

Oh… you love that man.

“Yeah… I did love it. You have excellent taste.” Embarrassment completely gone, you decide that if he’s going to be cheeky about it, two can play this game. You slowly lick your lips before you give the lower one a long bite. Bucky’s eyes drop immediately to them, “You did say I should open it earlier,” you add, a tad of innocence in your tone.   

His chest heaves… he notices what you’re doing, “Fuck…” he breathes, eyes on your lips, “Damn me for getting in your way...” The camera of his phone is focused on his upper body, but by the position of his arm, you have an idea on where his hand lays now. You gulp down at the mental image of him rubbing himself through his pants, “Do you mind if I watch you, sweetheart?”

You absolutely love that he asks you that in that way, like he’s so eager to watch you but he would hate to be an intruder in your moment, even though all you’re thinking about in this moment is him. You smile when you hear he’s already working on opening his trousers. Definitely a perv, but your perv.

“You’re the one who gave me the gift… You’re more than welcome to join me.” You wink and move to put the cellphone on the phone holder on the nightstand. You position the camera towards you while you sit on the bed in a way that would give him a privileged view of your body.

His hooded gaze is unyieldingly on you as you place your feet on the mattress and open your legs. Widely. He sure enjoys the generous view as his eyes now drop to your exposed pussy and his jaw goes slack.

“Fucking hell, babe,” he barely whispers, his arms moving slowly on himself, “I love my shirt on you, but why don’t you take it off and let me see all of you babe? Show me those tits, will ya?” He nods towards the shirt you have on.

You promptly obey him, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside. The vision of yourself on the phone, completely exposed, makes your cheeks burn and you almost forget the cheeky performance you’ve been putting on so far. But the look he has for you … that look… the one that assures you’re the most beautiful woman in the world keeps you grounded… and hot… so fucking hot. Your fingers move on their own and find your dampened and swollen clit again. Your jaw drops at the sensation of you touching yourself.

Right there on the other side of the screen, Bucky brings his hand to his mouth, and, with his sultry eyes on yours, he draws his tongue out, licks his palm and spits on it before bringing it down again. Fuck… you’re about to come just by that image itself and the touch of your fingers on your pussy. You can’t even see his cock but you know it must look big and hard and damn beautiful in his hand. You gasp while your fingers race up against your clit and you hold yourself by twisting a fist on the sheets.

“Shhhh…. Slow down, babe…” Bucky warns in a restrained groan, “Don’t you have a gift to use?”

At that, your fingers freeze. Catching your breath, you reach for the rabbit. Knowing you’re wet enough to take that toy perfectly, you decide to tease Bucky as you put the length of it in your mouth, giving it a sultry lick before engulfing it with your lips, coating it with your saliva.

“Fuck yeah… suck it, baby, suck it good,” Bucky encourages through a tightened jaw as his arm speeds up on himself.

You twirl your tongue around the toy a few more times before bringing it down. Under his lustful gaze, you slide the rabbit between your folds, sinking it in your wetness before guiding the tip to your clit again and turning the vibration on.

“Oh, Bucky,” your voice is a whisper through the sound of the vibrator buzzing in the room.

“Does that feel good, babe?” Bucky questions and you can tell he’s slowing down his rhythm to prolong his own pleasure

“Oh, yeah… so good,” you moan.

“Then take it, sweetheart, take it good and let me see you. You’re so damn beautiful,” he coos, knowing exactly what a sucker you are for a few praises.

Your cunt clenches at his words and you guide the toy to your entrance. There’s a bit of a sting that hits your senses once you push the tip inside. Your jaw drops as you push it further. The length and girth are almost a challenge, but a delicious one that you’re willing to take.

“That’s it… so fucking sexy…”

With Bucky’s praise you let out a languid and loud moan, having the whole length of the toy deep inside you. Your other hand twists the fabric of the sheet and your head falls back.

Eager and dripping wet, you start pumping in and out, not slowly, not gently, as the knot inside you gets tighter and tighter, longing for a release. The vibrating little rabbit hits your clit every time you push in, and your vision becomes glossy and blurry, your mind lost in the pleasure you’re giving yourself under Bucky’s eyes.

“Baby that feels so good,“ you tell him, not caring about the sloppy sounds of your wetness, knowing that, if he can hear them, he’s losing his fucking mind right now.

“Shit… fuck… I’m so fucking lucky… look at that… look at you… fucking yourself so hard like that,” Bucky speaks in a raspy voice and between heavy breaths, jerking himself in a hasty pace, “God I miss that pussy so much already.”

“Fucking shitballs,” you choke, clenching around the toy. You have your eyes shut so you don’t see it, but you do hear the heavy chuckle Bucky lets out at your favorite curse.

More than willing to put on a show for him – and for your own pleasure, since you have a thing for that position - you remove the toy from you just quick enough to turn on all fours.  

“Oh shit…baby, you’re killing me here with that sexy ass of yours,” Bucky’s voice is a raspy sound from behind you, “You love that, don’t you? You love when I take you from behind, my cock deep in that sweet pussy... fuck.”

You look over your shoulder to spot his arm moving frantically, hypnotized by the vision of you. Hooded eyes focus on your ass as you pump the toy in and out of your pussy from behind. You glance at your own image, too and fuck, yeah, you do look exposed and sexy as hell.

Your eyes shut and your cheek meets the mattress.  You quicken your pace, letting yourself be guided by the increasing spark in your core. … you’re there. You’re almost there.

“Ride it… ride it good baby,” he groans through heavy breathing.

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum.” You pant and, for a moment, you forget all about putting on a show for Bucky. Your mind and body focus solely on fucking yourself, on the toy in your cunt… the thickness of it…the slide through your wetness… the sweet vibrations on your clit…

Your legs start shaking and you let out a loud moan when the tightening pleasure in your core breaks into a powerful orgasm. Your body moves in waves with the sparks of sheer pleasure washing over every little part of you, making your mind nothing but a fog.

With a relieved cry, you let yourself fall flat on the mattress, but still hold the toy inside you, allowing the vibrations on your clit until it’s too much. You yelp as you pull it out and toss it aside. Still trying to catch your breath and your senses, you turn on your side and reach over to grab the phone from the holder and bring it close to your face as you support your head on your straightened arm.

You could come all over again just by the image of Bucky there, face red and sweating, jaw clenched, and arm moving frantically on himself.

“Goddammit, goddammit,” he growls.

In your blissful state, you smirk. You know him too well to know he’s holding himself back, which means the sensation is just too good for him to easily let go, “Let me see…” you whisper before biting your lip.

Bucky promptly moves the camera down to his cock. Big and hard and pulsing in his flesh hand. You draw blood out of your lips at the sight, and can’t help but to press your thighs together to scratch the itch growing back between your legs.

The tingle in your pussy only sprouts once Bucky moans out his finish. and You watch the big spurts of come spilling down his hand and clothed belly, making a mess of his uniform. Pressing your thighs tighter, another orgasm hits you and takes your breath away all over again, prompted by the filthy vision of him and the eager still lodged between your legs. A small, yet greatly satisfying orgasm as you watch your boyfriend come all over himself through the phone screen.

“Shit… that was something… Best gift ever…” Bucky declares when you two manage to breathe properly and his camera is now back to his grinning face.

Your head falls back as you laugh. “I’m glad you liked it, but I thought the present was for me?” You cock an eyebrow at him.

“It is, but I know you’re generous enough to include me sometimes. Aren’t you, beautiful?” He winks that mischievous wink of his.

“I’m sure we can figure something out,” you answer, the smile never leaving your face or his, before turning to lay on your back, holding the phone up as you rest your head on his pillow, “So, how was your day?”.  

Bucky shrugs, “Same old same old, bad guys being assholes, Avengers being awesome… and my hot as fuck girlfriend at the end of the day to make it all worth it.”

The fondness in his voice and face, a complete contrast to him calling you “hot as fuck”, makes your heart jump funny and you can’t help but giggle. It turns out Bucky is, not just a real Sex God, but also the sappiest and sweetest man on earth. A combination that makes him almost irresistible… damn… who are you kidding? There’s is no  “almost”. He’s thoroughly and deliciously irresistible. 

“How’s Alpine?” He then asks, laying back on the chair and placing an arm comfortably behind his head. 

“She’s great. I think she didn’t even notice you’re gone.”  

Hurt falls upon his face as he aims a kicked puppy look at you.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” you’re quick to add with a chuckle, “The cat is miserable”, you lie. Now that Alpine has warmed up to you, she’s very comfortable and happy in your presence, even in Bucky’s absence. So when you see the pout on his face, you decide it’s enough for you to not break that man’s heart, which is as soft as cotton, you’ve come to learn. “Come back to her soon, will ya?” As relief shows on his face, you plead, not talking solely about Alpine anymore. It’s been a day and you already miss him like crazy.  

“I will,” he answers with a smile and a meaningful look, before the mischief is back again, “So tell me, how did you prep yourself to try out my present? Just by thinking of me?” The cockiness is obvious in his voice.

“Yeah, actually…” You see no point in hiding that from him, “But don’t get too cocky…” You point a warning finger, “I couldn’t find any good porn.”

Bucky’s laugh lights up the room even miles away and through a tiny screen.  “Well, well, that’s too bad,” he says, nonchalantly, “Maybe we should make our own for next time, then.” He bites his lip and wiggles his eyebrows.

You register the wicked promise in his words and smile, as cheekily as he does.  

You’re so here for that.

 ~~~

[adhd-for-adhders]

Tips for Working with ADHD During Online School (or Work)!

This is really late and I don’t really know why I didn't do this earlier, but here we are! I thought I’d publish a list of tips and tricks that have helped me while doing school online - mostly long homework sessions - (and might help with online working). Even though it is the summer, some people are still working or doing summer school, so I hope this helps someone who needs it!

Get everything you’ll need or even the stuff you might need. It saves you from having to get up if you’re on a roll and breaking your streak (or maybe you find you can’t get up to get it bc ~executive dysfunction~)

If you find you don’t have something you need and it’s not pressing, wait until a pause or you’re getting up anyways, ie you’re getting up to fill your water bottle and you’re gonna need your phone charger. Take that time to go to the bathroom, get a snack, etc. I find this the best way to get around executive dysfunction because I didn’t want to get up for that one small thing earlier, but now I’m up for something else and I can kinda justify my other tasks, in a way? It’s like, I get up, and I'm like “well I'm already getting water, might as well just grab a snack and my phone charger too”

I’m terrible at prioritizing, so I try to prioritize the most obvious assignments first. You have one assignment due at 3 and another at 6? Do the 3 pm deadline first. You have a certain class that you have more missing assignments in than another? Do that homework first. If you can’t prioritize, try to think of the most logical order.

I usually do all my assignments for one class in a block because I get on a roll. Like, my brain is thinking in chemistry or whatever, so I knock out all my chem assignments at one time (this has to do with ADHD brains not being very good at jumping from task to task).

I started planning heavy hw days on google calendar. For example, I just list all the assignments I have to do and what time to do them and calendar will give me a little notification 10 and 5 minutes before a new task starts (this also helps me keep track of how time is passing because adhd brains aren’t too great at that either). Tip: give yourself much more time than you think you need—I usually give an hour unless it’s a super short assignment. Even if you’re 100% sure that you’ll finish it in under an hour, give yourself an hour and you feel a sense of accomplishment (and get a lil dopamine boost—we tend to be short on that too) because you finished something earlier than expected and you get ahead of schedule (which, if you finish before you plan on, will also give you a dopamine boost at the end).

Keep a bottle of water near you and a snack or two if you want. I need my meds to stay focused on my assignments for longer than an hour or so and it drastically improves my executive function (this is specifically for me, I don't know how meds work for everyone else). But the side effects of all three different types of meds I’ve taken have all come up/been worse when I don’t drink enough water. Also it’s just good for you. My meds kill my appetite, so I don’t need snacks, but if you get hungry, go for it.

Most of the time, I like having someone or a list giving me explicit instructions, kind of like a checklist I can check off. So even if you don’t use a calendar, I suggest putting your assignments in a numbered or bulleted list and then you can just check them off as you move down the list. It also tells me what to do next, because I’ll just do whatever I feel like doing most of the time and a list gives me direction. (Also, having one central list helps me keep everything in one place so I don’t have to go hunting through each of my class schedules for all my class assignments)

I have a little calendar chart for the week I created on google docs and there I list what assignments are due on which days of the week that I fill out on Monday. Once I fill it out, I spread out the assignments over the week (because a good 75% of them are due on Friday) so I have around 4 assignments due each day (which generally takes me from 9 or 10 to anywhere from 3 to 5. Even then I’ll usually not have enough work to spread over 5 days (because most of my teachers aren’t pure evil) so I’ll sprinkle in some of my many missing assignments in there on the lighter days. Also, it prevents me from only doing one or two assignments for a few days and then realizing that to not have any late work, I’ll have to complete 5 in one day (that’s happened before. It was extremely stressful and I didn't finish all my assignments. 0/10 do not recommend).

Take plenty of little breaks. We’ll get mentally tired from hours straight of just doing schoolwork (I’m not 100% sure if this is an adhd thing so don’t quote me on it but I’m pretty sure) so take a 15-30 minute break every few hours or assignments, maybe 20 minutes every 1.5 hours or after you finish two assignments or whatever works for you. Read a few chapters of your book, watch an episode of your favorite show, or make some food and scroll mindlessly through tumblr, whatever makes you happy. Just plan them ahead so you don’t get sucked in to doing 3, 4, 5 hours of work nonstop by setting an alarm for a specific time or putting it on your calendar.

Have a special place to do your work. I can't speak for everyone, but a lot of my motivation comes from habits, so I’ll do work (and only work) at my desk and not in my chair or bed or whatever (even though it’s way more comfortable) so when I sit down my brains like “ok it’s time to work I gotchu”

Not necessarily for working, but for zoom calls: get your favorite stim to use during those. A lot of teachers will ramble on and on and I’ve gotten so fidgety during these calls its really noticeable (aka, you can literally see me trying to crack my neck/back/fingers every five seconds) so I’ve taken to having some scissors and one of my many balls of yarn on my desk so I can start braiding or fingerknitting some yarn while my teachers ramble.

Sidenote: fingerknitting is a really great stim (for me, at least) because it requires basic, repetitive motions that don’t require me to look at my fingers. I once read like 14 (?) scenes of Shakespeare almost all in a row and I swear, I was only able to do that because of the fingerknitting. It’s super simple and you could probably find dozens of short tutorials on youtube.

I'm pretty sure this is only a mac thing, but on my computer, I have it set to announce the time on the hour, every hour and I find it helps with my complete time blindness and helps me not get sucked into doing a 1 hour project for 2 hours. Also if i'm working on a project that’s taking longer than expected and I have a zoom call at, say, 11, then the computer will break me out of my homework trance and I’ll realize what time it is (if that makes sense) and it’s prevented me from being late to a zoom many times. To get your macbook to do this, you go to the desktop —> settings —> date and time —> and then click “announce the time”, and you can choose whether you want it to announce it every hour, half an hour, or fifteen minutes.

Feel free to add your own! Happy studying/working!

[nimmy22]

A Mistake: Chapter 7

A man and a woman, each strapped to a surgical table and naked, screaming for help. Their cries shifted from, "God, please help. Please!" to, "It's your fault, you bitch! You wanted to come to this god-forsaken town. You did this! Why am I here? I didn't want to come here. I did nothing wrong, I swear. It was all her. She kept wanting more money. She kept stealing from everyone, even our daughter."

With a bracelet authorization approval, a door slid open with a beep, revealing two staff members in yellow biohazard suits fitted with oxygen tanks and masks. One wheeled in a metal cart covered by a sterile blue drape. The cart was positioned and locked in place near the medical tables, the blue drape lifted.

The man and woman looked at the sheer size of the needles and the vails of bright purple liquid laid out neatly across the cart. Any day, they would've stolen, cheated, and lied to have the sweet relief of a drug but not like this. The irony was unwelcome.

Their wide eyes stared unblinking, their pleading lips forming incoherent words. The nightmare refused to let them go, no matter how hard they bit their tongues, tasting metal. Reality sunk in harder than the restraints digging into their raw bruised flesh. Soon the woman became delirious before fainting while the man sported a growing wetness between his legs, dripping onto the floor of the unadorned white room. The only colors in the room were the yellow of the suits, the dark brown urine, and the Umbrella logo in the center of the floor.

One of the staff members turned to the camera in the corner of the room before speaking, "Experiment number 9932-Code X, subjects are a 43-year-old female and a 51-year-old male. Treatment with Serum X41 injected intramuscularly at the deltoid site. "

The contents of the syringes were injected into the upper arm of the two test subjects. They didn't so much as blink an eye as the male begged for his life and questioning their humanity.

"Mama... please, I'll be a good boy. Please let me out. Mama..." the 51-year-old man wailed, digging his nails into the leather restraints. They retreated as fast they entered, sealing the door behind them.

"Experiment in progress, do not enter experimentation chamber number 451 due to a biohazard element in containment." The voice of a female AI sounded through the speakers, a warning to all employees on the level.

William's eyes glowed as he watched through the reinforced glass, his thumb repeatedly pressing the ballpoint pen in his hand. He leaned forward, licking his lips as the serum began taking effect. The subjects began convulsing against the restraints, their limbs spasming as their entire genome was remodeled.

With a scream, the bones of the female cracked. Her teeth tumbled out of her bleeding gums, muscles and tendons ruptured. She burst out of the restraints and threw herself against walls, pounding with bloody fists as she screeched. The serum made work of replacing her organs and connective tissue, reforming her into something stronger, faster, and more deadly—an elegant hunter of pure carnage.

William hardly paid attention to the male whose body exploded, spraying the entire room with innards. Nothing remained to identify him as having once been human. Smelling the fresh blood, the female lapped the bloodied walls with an impressively long tongue slithering out of a mouth layered with sharpened teeth. With skinless appendages, she explored the room, climbing the walls and walking on the ceiling. It wasn't long before instinct led her to devour what remained of her husband.

"Excellent! We are making progress. This is the first subject to survive injection with Serum X41 without becoming a pile of liquefied tissue. Increasing the concertation of the base chemical allowed the body to become more receptive to the serum. I can't wait to Annette and Albert know. I'm thinking of calling this project black widow." He babbled to himself, feeling like he deserves a pat on the back. All those nights spent bent over his desk were finally paying off.

Sparing one last glance at the remains of the male, William frowned. "Looks like your mama didn't quite hear you but thank you for offering yourself to science. Your contribution is greatly appreciated." William said as he began recording the experiment's findings into a clipboard adorned with the Umbrella logo. William loved making progress in his research. It flooded his brain with dopamine better than a night of good sex or winning the lottery.

------------------------- It had been three days since the last time she had seen Wesker, but she heard his voice plenty enough, calling her for hourly updates while she was alone with Sherry in his house. He didn't personally pick her up after school. Instead, He sent a very kind elderly driver under the assumption that he was employed by her' parents' to drop her off 'home.' Both were so extremely far from reality. Thankfully, the man seemed busy playing cops and robbers. She was left alone with Sherry, and while she was in a more relaxed mood, she didn't dare go exploring the property belonging to the devil. The less she knew about him and his dealings, the looser the noose around her neck.

Her actual parents were nowhere to be found. Still, she wasn't worried. Aside from the whole situation with Wesker, these were the most peaceful days she'd seen in a long time, in fact… ever. The bruises could finally heal without the addition of new ones. Her parents most likely realized the extent of their financial situation and made a break for it. The loan sharks were not going to wait forever and will soon take more forceful actions. As much as it hurt Cara, she believed they left her behind to distract the collectors. They had done something similar years back in a town not too different from Raccoon, but at least they took her with them. It worked once, and they likely believed it will again. She decided to worry about that later, placing her problems on hold. A break was much needed.

Putting on her nicer pair of sneakers and her least washed-out pair of jeans, Cara regarded herself in the mirror and opted to leave her hair down. Wondering whether she should take the cellphone, Cara spent ten minutes arguing with herself. With a heavy sigh, she stuffed it into her back pocket, hoping to 'accidentally' smash the damn thing while sitting down extra hard. What would Wesker say? You have a big butt? Don't sit down?

Today Cara was hanging out with Rick, a mutual friend. They never hung outside school before, especially on their own, and she was a little nervous about things getting awkward. Due to Cara's 'full-time job' after school, they decided to skip a few classes and go out for a hike in the Arkley mountains. This would be her most needed change of scenery, and she may walk away with a good friend.

For Cara, the past few days have been a routine, wake up, go to school, go to Wesker's home to watch Sherry, and then come home to sleep only to do it all over again the next day. Things have been calm, and so Claire's suspicion turned off its headlights, but she often complained they couldn't hang out as much.

Cara tried inviting Claire to head out with them, but she turned the offer down, smiling from ear to ear. She hinted to Cara that Rick might have caught some feelings for her and that the courage to make a move required they be alone under the right circumstances. Guys and girls alike often confessed in the Arkley mountains. It became an omen of good luck for couples to stay together longer. Of course, that was total bullshit as many of those same couples break up soon after. However, it's nice to have hope in a relationship, something Cara never experienced. She decided that if Rick did indeed liked her that she would at least give things a try.

She was shy about Rick picking her up from the bad side of town and instead promised to meet him by the start of the Arkley trails. By the time she arrived, he was already there, standing by a pickup truck in the trail parking lot. Cara smiled, catching him in the midst of fixing his brown hair and testing the smell of his breath in a cupped hand. Why hadn't she ever noticed him? He seemed like such a pleasant guy.

When he finally noticed her standing behind him in the reflection, he spun around, almost stumbling over his feet. "T-there was something stuck in my hair, I swear," He stuttered, scratching his neck while his ears roasted tomato red.

"Whatever you say, pretty boy," Cara laughed, feeling her heart grow lighter with every minute. She had a good feeling today will be very meaningful.

The two walked along a path marked with bright orange ribbons tied to the trees. They passed dozens of signs warning hikers against straying off the path, many of which were covered with graffiti. All around them, birds chirped, and strangely, a few crows cawed as they hovered over the trees.

Walking around a growth of poison Ivy, they talked about random silly things and the distant future. Cara was glad to find herself closer to another person. Real genuine friends were a shortage in her life. She always had to be to one extending a hand, reaching out first. It was nice for a change that someone else extended their hand.

"You know, Cara, despite all the things I kept hearing about you from everyone, I knew they were wrong. They judged you without knowing shit about you."

"What…kind of stuff. And who is talking about me?" Cara's voice held a hard edge, her feet taking a pause. With furrowed brows, her eyes followed Rick as he walked ahead before noticing she stopped. This was the first time Cara heard of any rumors concerning her. She never made any enemies, keeping herself relatively unnoticed at school. Cara felt betrayed, wondering if Claire heard the rumors too, and if so, why hasn't she said anything? Why does she have to hear it from Rick?

"Oh, don't worry about it. It's nothing important. What matters is that I'm on your side." He spoke quickly, scratching the back of his neck.

"Rick, what are they saying about me," Cara walked closer to him, her eyes piercing through him.

"You'll be upset," His eyes kept avoiding Cara, settling on a hole in his shoe.

"I can take it. I just want to know what was said. Please Rick."

"Ah shit…um… they've said that someone saw you walking on Chandler street where all the…dealers and escorts hang. They said you offered to give blow jobs for five bucks to some older men behind a dumpster. That the bruising on your arm because you inject heroin, that your parents pimp you out to-"

Cara expelled a breath, her eyes misting rapidly. "No! that not true. I didn't do that. Why would anyone say something like that? I'm a fucking babysitter, ok? I'm not this, I'm not…my mom." She turned on her heel, wanting to get out of there. "I'm not like her." She repeated, clenching her fists. They didn't have the right to spin stories about her, turning her into a lunchtime gossip storyline. It wasn't fair. She was wrong. She couldn't handle it. She was always pathetic, always crying.

Rick caught up to Cara, grabbing her shoulder to spin her around to face him. "I'm so sorry Cara, I knew it was going to upset you, and I still told you about it. God, I'm so stupid." He said, wrapping his arms around Cara. She was caught by surprise and tried to push him away. Eventually, she found herself leaning against him, letting out a sigh as he stroked her hair.

"It's ok Rick, I'm glad you told me. They're just stupid rumors. I don't know why I'm over- " He kissed her open mouth midsentence, softly at first but quickly added more pressure. His hands fisted into her shirt, forcing her closer. She felt the bile rise quickly.

Cara's eyes were wide open as she tried pulling back, but he held her tightly. She tried forcefully turning her head, but his hand reached up to hold her chin in a painful vice grip, his tongue demanding entrance against her lips. She whimpered, clenching her teeth shut. Her lack of participation agitated him, and he grabbed her arm with a bruising tightness. Cara cried out in pain, and he took the opportunity to force his tongue into her mouth.

Cara wanted to shout for help, her eyes darting around the forest, encircling them. Still, they were completely alone, save for a couple of crows weeping among the trees. They seemed closer than before, sensing a meal in the making.

Allowing his tongue full entrance, Cara bit down as hard as she could on it, gagging against the metallic taste. Rick shoved her away, groaning in pain as blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Cara spat the blood in her mouth before shouting. Her eyes burned into him as she backed away.

"I believed in you despite everyone else. I told you I was on your side, and you hurt me. Do you know how many times I defended you? How many times I got picked on for simply standing beside you? You led me to think that you felt something, and then you hurt me." He growled, nursing his tongue in his hand.

Cara let out a pained breath, closing her eyes before turning her head away. She replayed what happened in her mind, wondering where things went wrong. She said she will give him a chance but, this was wrong, so very wrong.

"Rick, stop this. I appreciate what you did for me, but you made me uncomfortable. I did not enjoy that, I did not consent to that, but you touched me anyway."

"How much would it take you to fucking notice me? I've tried being Mr. Fucking nice for two years, Two fucking years. But you never look at me differently." Rick snarled, clenching his fists. He unleashed his rage against the nearest tree punching it repeatedly. He did not stop the assault even as his knuckles split, and the blood flowed freely, staining the bark.

"Rick, please stop before you do something you'll regret," Cara whispered softly, reaching for his bloody hand.

"I will make you want me!"

Cara barely had a second to process things before a rock made a disorienting contact with her head. She saw an assortment of colors and shapes on her way to the muddy earth.

Rolling on her stomach, she tried to push herself up, but everything was spinning, or maybe she was spinning. She rested her cheek against the mud, willing the world to stop shifting. Blood trickled down her face, and she had to blink it out of her eyes, unable to wipe it away. Her limbs felt as if weights were tied to them, giving gravity a greater pull.

Cara fought to stay awake, drifting in and out of the dark, faintly aware of being dragged by her foot through rough earth. It scratched her exposed skin, forcing the back of her shirt to ride up.

[blurglesmurfklaine]

ur new url omggg <3 i got so confused for a second lmao fic author asks 12, 16, 21, 29, 30!! :)

Me: send me asks for this ask game!!

Also me: *forgets to reply until days later* akshsksj HELLO JEANNE AND THANK U SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 💞💞💞

12. What’s the weirdest fic you’ve ever written?

LMAOOOOO okay it’s somewhere on the depths of this blog but I wrote a HSMTMTS/Glee crossover one shot once where Finn meets Nini because the East High kids are transferred to McKinley and yes it is PURE crackfic

16. What’s your favorite trope?

Best friends to lovers. Nothing, and I mean fucking NOTHING gives me more dopamine straight to the noggin I swear. They’re just. God they’re so stupid and lovable. So stupid. So. So. So. So. Stupid, I LOVE IT

21. Your biggest strength?

I’ve been told I write humor and secondary characters really well! I’m kind of inclined to agree because I always have the most fun bringing in secondary characters and letting them make the scene a lil wacky

29. Which of your fics was the hardest to write?

I did get stuck on Here We Go Again around chapters 16A-16/B for a while just because they (and that entire story really) were so personal to me and hit a little close to home, so it was hard to pull myself out of the headspace that “you have to write this very soul bearing plot line and then put it out into the world for people to see and they might absolutely fucking hate it”. Especially since when I was writing it, I was jobless and in quarantine and it was kind of all I had going for me lmao, so yeah it was a little hump for me to get over, but I did! And I think people seemed to like those chapters which was so nice 💞

30. Favorite fic writers?

I’m a god damned slut for klaineanummel, and I would (and I think have???) read literally anything and everything @byebyeblainey would write (PSA: check out her new WIP “A Pinch Of Salt” if you haven’t already because it is JUST SO FUCKING GOOD!!!) I love the way @kurtstinypurse’s mind works, and although I still need to catch up on the DWOHT Google docs, I cannot fucking WAIT for anything else @somefeministtheatrepls writes because you bet your left ass cheek it’s gonna be fucking fantastic (and probably hurt like a bitch! She’s the reason anything I’ve written in the past year is so fucking angsty!!!)

Those are just the ones off the top of my head, and considering our fandom is TEN FUCKING YEARS OLD???? we are so lucky to have new people creating content every day! It’s fucking wild!!

Thanks so much for the ask!! 💞💞💞

[writingsofmyimagination]

Restraint Ch.6

Yoongi x Reader, Vampire AU, Smut

Warnings: Swearing, SMUT(YAY!) penetration, BDSM themes(bondage, oil, oversensitivity stuff), Blood play stuff.

Word Count:3004

Summary: As Jungkooks best friend recently moved to Seoul, there is one of the boys you have yet to meet. This one has a dark secret and has to use all the restraint he can to control himself around you.

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Your head was saturated with drowsiness, all the exhaustion from the day battering your body all at once. Not to mention the fact you’d overloaded yourself on takeaway that Jungkook insisted he’d order for you as you’d skipped out on dinner.

“Hey Y/N, come on” Jungkook’s silvery voice whispered shrugging his shoulder where your head was resting happily. You was scrunched up cosily in an upright foetal position, your weight being mostly caught by Kook. The credits were rolling as you scanned the sofas for any other signs of life. All the others were shuffling about wearily heading towards their rooms. You returned multiple weary goodnights to the boys and headed for Yoongi’s studio. You merged and became one with the sofa beds comfy-ness around you.

 You stirred as a gentle click caught your attention, you twisted to face into the room and stared into the complete blackness.

“It’s rude to stare” a disembodied voice spoke out of nowhere, your heart put itself on hold for a beat.

“Jesus Yoongi, we don’t all have super senses you know” the shock had you pumped awake with un-needed adrenaline.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you, I can walk around like a ghost but the world around me lets me down” He clicked on a small lamp on his desk illuminating the sea of knobs, dials and buttons on his equipment. The voice now had a body attached to it, his skin almost moonlight in itself. He was wearing just black trackies

“Now you’re actually staring” he mused bending down and opening a small mini fridge full of large sealed plastic cups filled with what could only be blood. You smiled guiltily and half buried your face.

“I just needed to get one of these” he said taking one of the cartons.

“You can’t honestly still be hungry after today?”

“Technically not hungry no, but I’ve craved it since you decided to take a joy ride” the slight dance of his pupils and his half smirked showed no regret.

“Oh” you paused slightly surprised “Well I’m here you know, you only have to ask” offering yourself up again.

“It’s something I’d never ask and you need rest” he lent up against his desk, both hands over the side. The veins on his pale hands popped like a map, they were irrationally sexy for just hands. “Besides if I were to take from you it would only end one way, pigs blood doesn’t quite have the same side effect” he continued

“And that’s a bad thing?” you shuffled fully onto your side facing him, squeezing your thighs together.

“Why Y/N you have such inhuman hunger” he chuckled “How on earth do mortal men handle you?”

“They don’t” you responded sitting up and crossing your legs in your baby pink night shirt with some almost pointless loose black short shorts.

“Not anymore they won’t anyway” his tone diffused into a deeper possessive tone.

“And why’s that?” you still sounded bright and playful.

“Because you’re with me” his face remained calm with a sense of neutrality.

“Well if that’s your way of asking me out I’m going to politely decline, at least take a girl on a date first” your face beamed, full of cheeky ambition. The sweet melody of your heart exciting was his new favourite sound. He made his way over to the bedside each step your pulse grew louder and louder. Yoongi crawled onto the bed like the beautifully designed predator he was, you leant back enticing him to lean further and he caught your lips hungrily.

“You won’t dare deny me this though will you princess” his hand smoothly made its way up your thigh until his palm pressed firmly over your clothed bud. You responded with a sharp intake of breath tangling your hands in his hair

“No” you admitted.

“So you want to play?” he whispered in your ear.

“Mmm” you replied. His face contorted into a wicked excitable grin, his fangs teasing at the top of his gums.

“Do you trust me to fully restrain you?” he asked with all seriousness, your arms were now pinned in his grip above your head.

“Do you trust you?” you asked with equal sincerity.

“For the moment”

“For the moment?” you quizzed amusedly wanting clarification.

“We’ll have to be very careful with stuff like that whenever I’ve been away for a while, human blood can get addictive and especially being away from how yours tastes could be dangerous” You took a moment and allowed this to digest before replying more playfully

“Again who say’s I’m yours to come back to, that’s not now” Yoongi smiled shyly, he couldn’t believe he’d met someone as calm and laid back about the whole vampire thing as much as it worried him he was in complete awe of you.

“Just remember the safe word”

“Rain” you reminded yourself out loud.

“Good girl” he sat back and glided his hands up your loose shirt stroking your sides until he reached your chest and massaged your breasts with a force awaking up all the right desires.

“Eyes closed, wait there” the commanding tone knocking your body into a fully aroused state.

“You’re going to look perfect all helpless for me” You obeyed and scrunched your eyes with blossoming anticipation. The sliding of a couple of draws only rose your anticipation levels. The cool metal clinked and cooled the skin on your wrists as your arms dropped above your head in defeat. Your eyes being closed became an obsolete notion as YG slid a blindfold over your head, you bent your knees and planted your feet onto the bed.

“I’m going to give you some of my blood but you need to take it from my wrist”

“You what? Why?” your shock elevated the pitch of your voice, you scrunched up your face at the thought of the grossness.

“You need the energy and just trust me you’ll thank me” you would love to gauge his expression, his voice certainly gave nothing away.

“Fine but do it quickly” Yoongi was straddling your waist, moments later his wrist was pressed to your lips requesting entrance. You braced yourself for the disgusting taste, the warm semi-viscous liquid hit your tongue and began drowning your taste buds with a coppery sweetness you didn’t expect. A guttural moan trickled from his lips as you swallowed. The moments passing were oddly sensual, you knew he was probably completely lost in the sight of you; his crimson staining your lips. His thumb politely caught a rouge drop escaping down your cheek and rubbed it back your lips.

Within a few minutes it hit you, you took a huge breath as if it was first; your body erupted overwhelming you with senses. All your nerve endings igniting blissfully. You’d never done drugs but fucking hell this felt like pure ecstasy.  Even though blindfolded you became aware of everything, your ears pricked at even the smallest sounds; his sweet scent mixed with the coppery smell of the pigs blood bombarded your nose. His weight on you now felt miniscule, he traced his fingertips delicately down your arms; his skin on yours felt like a constant buzz of static electricity flowing straight to your brain which must be sending dopamine in response.

“OMG!” you breathed “Is this what it’s like for you all the time?” you managed. How anyone could stay this heightened for an extended period of time was beyond you.

“Pretty much, our body can withstand it though, for humans it a high in the purest form and temporarily heightens your senses and dampens any pain responses” you were sure he was sat smirking at you amusement rich on his face. His lips nipped at your neck, fangs slightly grazing the surface before he kissed gently. You gasped, with your nerves on overdrive it felt so much more.

“See I told you you’d thank me, now just imagine how it will feel when you cum for me”. His own eyes flickered with his anticipation of his own, he’s never wanted to see anyone so consumed by pleasure as he did you.

“Now we don’t need this anymore” he tugged at your shirt feebly, gripping near the collar with both hands and tore the fabric like it was paper exposing your chest to the assault of YG’s hands and mouth. You squeezed your restricted thighs together tighter in an attempt to ease the ache he’d created.

“Don’t think so baby” he climbed off you and tapped your thigh to stop as he left the bed again. He quickly removed your shorts. He grabbed your ankles one by one and coated them with fur-lined cuffs

“This should stop that” he clicked something into place in the cuffs, your legs now spread shoulder width apart and that’s where they were staying.

“How you feeling baby?” Yoongi asked genuinely, you doubted he needed your verbal affirmation with the extent of your arousal soaking between your legs and your excited heartbeat.

“Could do with a hand to be honest” you quipped playfully, even though the ache within you was a taught bend ready to snap. He exhaled a chuckle which you heard with perfect clarity.

“Like this?” he palmed your heat, you wailed, it felt almost as strong as a climax in itself. You pressed your hips harder into hand

“Fuck Y/N” he exclaimed in a heavy breath.

“The way you look and smell for me right now is incredible”

“Stop staring and smelling and do something” you pleaded quite politely considering your inner desperation.

“You’re not in a situation where you’re in control princess” he slithered down and inhaled your sensitive nipple into his mouth and lavished it with his tongue, he mouth moved up slightly onto your breast and locked his lips, you felt your skin buckle and pierce under his canines. This small prick of pain was nothing compared to his fingers now inside you beckoning to the ceiling. You were grateful you was in a room with soundproofing as the uncontrollably loud moan escaping your lips filled the room. You pushed your head hard into the pillow as you strained against your soft restraints. The pressure in your muscles already preparing for the release, you felt his mouth loosen and fangs retract consciously.

“Keep going” you beckoned. He purred from deep within his chest and sank his teeth back in fully and with more pressure. The reapplication of pressure and pain knocking your muscles around his fingers into a frenzy of spasms. He bit harder in his enjoyment of your climax causing you to wince, you was about cry ‘rain’ when he stopped and his mouth jumped straight to yours inhaling your moans. Your blood transferred from his lips leaving a coppery taste as your tongues twisted together. “1” he breathed “Where’s your favourite place to be touched?” Yoongi asked after you’d both managed to maintain steady breaths.

“Down the centre of my back I guess” you responded, eager to see where this was going. You didn’t have to wait long.

Your legs were pulled and with his strength flipped you over onto your front easily.

“Up” he demanded, you bumbled your way onto all fours. He re-joined you back on the bed and pressed his hips to your behind, disappointing and frustratingly his hard cock was still clothed. The tips of his fingers drew a line down your spine, his naturally cold skin exaggerating the tingles felt. You gently pressed back into him, he retraced over the line but this time scraping his nails dragging a hiss through your teeth. Pain and pleasure seamlessly merging into one.

“Does this princess like it rough” Yoongi asked through his own teeth. Your response lacked words and was more of a dep guttural sound.

//SMACK//

His palm crashed into your behind lurching you forward with a wail.

“Use your words” he ordered with a sound not dissimilar to a snarl.

“Yes” You responded desperation spilling into your voice. You felt a slight shift of his weight before you was hissing through closed lips again, hot oil now burning, seeping into your skin along your spine. The heat flooding your system like lava. He gripped at your shoulders before spreading the oil covering your back.

“How does everything feel baby?” now running the palm of his hand over the swell of your ass.

“Incredible” your body was overrun with endorphins your head was clouding over. You sighed relieved as you felt him shuffle out of his bottoms. Finally! You thought.

He leaned against you from behind and gripped your hair and sat back on his calves yanking you back onto his member with ease. You both moaned deeply in sync at the blissful sensation. Instinctively you started moving yourself on him

//SMACK//

His hand left a pleasant sting on the side of your ass.

“Don’t move, I’m in control of your pleasure!” you stilled obediently, your quads were starting to ache as were your restrained wrists. Yoongi pushed his hips up and into you agonizingly slowly, it wasn’t long before you was craving more.

“Please” you begged feeling your body reaching its breaking point of what it could cope with.

“Please what?” he spoke in between deep grunts.

“Faster please, I need to, I can’t” he slammed into you. His thrust would have knocked you flying if one of his hands was not gripped at your hip.

“Fuck” you cried, feeling there are really no other appropriate words. “I need to cum” you whined desperately finishing one of your previous sentences. Your muscles were straining holding onto too much tension, as heavenly this was your body was coming undone.

“Nothing stopping you”

Your orgasm ripped through like you’d never experienced, you couldn’t divert any of it through moving. You’re moaning and expletives stopped when your contracting muscles exhausted themselves.

“2” Yoongi counted a loud. He unclicked the bar from your ankle cuffs, you thankfully shuffled onto your back and stretched your legs dissipating the ache.

“Ready?” Yoongi asked slipping of the blindfold. Bracing yourself to adjust to the lights but of course there wasn’t much, just the yellow haze from the table lamp.

“For what?” you decided to ask cautiously, your body drowned from the flood of chemicals. At this point you could feel the high draining from your system leaving your muscles spent. Even in the dim light the grin reaching devilishly across his face was obvious, his fangs broke up the visual of is plump blood stained lips. Yoongi spread your legs and knelt in-between them, hands locked into yours; like two long lost days fitting together as day and night. Yoongi yanked you with his left arm catapulting you up, his other hand rested in the curve of your back supporting you as gently lowered yourself onto him. Hands were clasping at his shoulders tightly.

“Does my cock make you feel good?” Yoongi asked breathily into your mouth between sloppy kisses.

“Oh oppa yes” your mouth spilled without speaking. He stilled you on him eyes a blaze in the darkness.

“Mmm you can call me that again princess” he purred nipping precisely at your bottom lip coaxing a trickle of blood from the puncture. Yoongi relishing in your essence even more when your hips gyrated “Lean back a bit baby” Yoongi asked panting outstretching his legs and widening them slightly allowing your behind to dip slightly to rest on the sofa bed with your legs still wrapped around his waist. You supported yourself having your hand tangled in his hair, your other arm stabilising your from behind. His hips bucked up into you, each thrust hitting you deeply, your body was riddled with a sweet throbbing oversensitivity which only escalated when his thumb began to make small ministrations on your clit.

“Yoongi I can’t” you stuttered concerned your body wouldn’t be able to deal with the orgasm rapidly building.

“C’mon baby just one more for me” he beckoned, his own hip movements becoming more erratic. Your whole body convulsed as the shattering climax took sole control of you, every neuron and muscle fired, sparking a wave of pleasure ripping through you. Crying out in a cocktail of bliss, sensitivity and exhaustion your grip around his neck tightened and with your remaining strength you pulled up. Your heaving, sweat coated bodies closer together as he groaned out your name into your neck his cock twitching inside you.

“Rain Rain!” exclaiming breathlessly alerting Yoongi you was done. Yoongi smiled a sweetly satisfied smile brushing your damp hair out of your face. “Okay princess threes enough” You collapsed next to one another, the heat radiating of you Yoongi felt competing with his own cool skin. He turned on his side giving you more space.

“Thank you” your head turned to his direction confused.

“I thought I was supposed to be thanking you?” your throat was dry making your voice slightly coarse.

“Well yes but I’ve never done that with anyone before so thank you for making it incredible” You still had no idea what he was on about this notion obviously reached your eyes and manipulated your facial expression.

“Given anyone my blood in that quantity before sex” he explained. You heart fluttered with flattery.

“How come?”

“Never really wanted to, it’s one of the most intimate and personal things a vampire can do with someone” his explanation continuing.

“Well I guess that makes me special then” your cheeks tinted a light pink, Yoongi was able to see with perfect clarity.

“Yes it does” He fished his bottoms from the floor and redressed his lower half.

“It also means that in the vampire community we’re married now” His face was blind to you, he sounded serious well he always did so that wasn’t much to go on. Anger and panic swirled in the pit of your stomach, eyes wide with shock. Yoongi’s teasing laugh hit you

“Just kidding, your face” he admitted still chuckling to himself.

“Min Yoongi! Get out!” You retaliated playfully.

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makeout mix <3

this is a makeout mix i made for my two favorite lesbians emily @emradicallm and ry @dxddydyke!! if any of you other guys wanna french to it, too feel free. i thought it was a pretty good mix, myself, prolly one of my best works *face shows a sense of pride* *face of pride deteriorates because i realize my best work is a lesbian mix CD* 

“Love” by John Lennon

“I Love You” by Wavves

“Kitty” by The Presidents of the United States of America

“I Wanna Be Your Girlfriend” by Girl In Red

“Makeout Point” by The Frights

“Everytime” by Boy Pablo

“Pink Cigarette” by Mr. Bungle

“Flaming Hot Cheetos” by Clario

“Ever Fallen In Love?” by the Buzzcocks

“Spank Thru” by Fecal Matter

“I Will Follow You Into The Dark” by Death Cab For Cutie

“Faded From Winter” by Iron & Wine

“Nightswimming” by REM

“Where Is My Mind?” by The Pixies

“Heroes” by David Bowie

“Fairy Fountain” from The Legend of Zelda: A Link To The Past

a little about the songs: 

“love” by john lennon reminds me of a talk i had with someone that is vvv close to me about the topic of justice; we, as a society, have perverted the true meaning of the word justice through our judicial system, seeing different offenses as being “better” or “worse” and seeing a punishment to fit the “different levels” of the crime, when really, that’s not what justice is. justice is pure and true and definite. this song is just that, but in love. it’s not a love song for a specific person or “that one time around midnight when we layed on your roof and talked about the universe” or “last sunday on a humid summer day making love in my bedroom”, it’s just the purest form of love in song. “love is real; real is love”. 

wavves is one of my (if not my #1) favorite modern band. i just love their surf-influenced garage rock/punk sound, and this song is a real standout in their canon, seeing as it sounds less like their signature wavves-y sound and more like a revision of a 50′s doo-wop bop™. it’s a great song to cuddle and kiss to as well!!

this song is actually for diego, emily’s cat @diegoemilyscat soooo. KITTY AT MY fOOT AND I WAAANNA TOUCH IT.

Aaah, this is my all-time favorite lesbian bop™!! my ex showed me this song before we even got together, and i’m so glad she did, because it was such a pure, beneficial relationship we both needed at the time that left no scars, and its such an adorable and endearing song that can really just give you a real dopamine kick whether you’re a lesbian in love or not. it’s a beautiful song that i think everyone should listen to hold hands and running into the sunset until you fall into the grass together, and wick the sweat off each other’s forehead, and just talk forever and ever

first off, how could i not put this song on here? it’s “makeout point”, my guys, seriously. this song is, like, the whole vibe of this mix. its kissy-kissy modern-50′s-esque bop™ music!

“everytime” is more of a mood than it is an actual song for the mix. the lyrics kinda seem to be one of a breakup song, but musically, i think it really captures the vibe i was going for, really! it’s chill :^)

MIKE PATTON IS A GOD AND THIS IS PROOF. this is a song for tonguing one another obnoxiously and passionately while you grind in a twin-sized bed. i’m like 99.99% certain what it was written for. but seriously, if you like this song, mike patton, who was the frontman for mr. bungle, made an entire album of this kind of music called “mondo cane”, and it’s literally just an entire 36 minutes of covers of 60′s italian pop songs. its first track, “il cielo in una stanza” was actually an alternate for this slot, but i dunno, not everyone likes to kiss to italian pop covers from the 60′s for some reason(??)

once again, this song is much like the vibe i was going for, and it’s cute and slightly(?) lesbian, but most of all, vvvvvv chill™.

what a great song to break out of the chill vibe and into the punky bop side for a hot minute! it might not be 100% good vibes, but is any relationship? it’s a good song from a pretty good early punk band.

this song is pure trash, but it’s kurt cobain and it’s a mood, so how could i not, ya feel?

this song is really powerful for me, but that might just be because of the personal attachment and the things that happened involving it for me, but i hope it’s able to make anyone who listens to it feel the same. it’s a beautiful, beautiful song. the rest of the mix has the same kind of deep vibe.

“faded from winter” is also a scar-y, heartbreak-y-esque song, but it’s beautiful and its raw, and that’s why i love it. it’s reminds me of a time i was falling hard without caution; it was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

i can say this is my all-time favorite ballad without a doubt in my mind, and, without fail, every time i listen to it, i cry, because the imagery is so beautiful and before i had even heard this song, it feels like i had lived it. i hope every teenager is able to live this song someday.

i love the pixies, and this song is just one of those songs where the lyrics might not be the strongest, but the music says it all, and it gives you this feeling of the world collapsing around you, but somehow in the end, you know you’ll be alright.

“heroes” by david bowie is my all-time favorite song. i love it, i just love it so much because it is literally the definition of living that one moment. “Even if you didn't know what I was talking about or know someone who's gone through it, you made me not feel alone. Because I know there are people who say all these things don't happen. And there are people who forget what it's like to be 16 when they turn 17. I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs. We'll all become somebody's mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you're not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you're listening to that song and that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear, we are infinite.” this song is that.

i love legend of zelda: link to the past so much, and this song is just the perfect way to cap off the mix.

i really hope all you gay and hetero couples alike will be able to enjoy this mix! it means alot to me and i hope it does you, too :^) stay happy you guys!!