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[slut4hee]

5 Star Service

{Paring: Uber Driver Yeonjun x Fem! Reader

{Genre: smut, car sex, yeonjun drives a Tesla, 18+ so mdni).

{Synopsis: Tonight’s date was supposed to hit the spot. He was supposed to take you back to his place, pour you a glass of wine, and show you a good time. But unfortunately, that wasn’t the case, he turned out to be straight up asshole. But luckily your hot uber driver made up for it.

{Warnings: explicit themes, rough sex, unprotected sex (but they do attempt to use a condom), creampie fingering, oral (m receiving), squirting (they fuck up his seats), ass smacking, riding, public sex, panty sniffing, switch jun (he’s very whiny), switch reader, they’re both pervy asf, dirty talk, pet names, Yeonjun’s a college student, reader is well off (gives Yeonjun a 100 tip at the end of the ride), reader is slightly older than Yeonjun (Yeonjun 21, reader 24), lmk if I missed anything.

You rolled your eyes, as you traced the rim of the wine glass, listening to your date, boast about himself for the past 20 minutes. Honestly as soon as he opened his mouth to talk about his yearly earnings, you were already ready to make your exit out the door, but maybe his mouth worked good for other things so you gave him a chance.

You pretended to listen, nodding to everything he said, you were just hoping you would get a good fuck out of this, since you’re wasting so much time on this loser.

“Oh and my father, he graduated with two phds, and he’s one of the best plastic surgeons out there. I could give you his card if you ever, you know wanna get work done” He said sarcastically, you looked at him like he had two heads, did he just basically say you should consider getting plastic surgery?!

“I’m sorry but, why would I need any work done, isn’t it obvious that this body is perfect just the way it is” You said confidently, you were not going to let this bastard, disrespect you by any means.

“No that’s not what I meant, I’m just saying like, isn’t that something you women love doing nowadays. I mean you probably do have something you would want to change about yourself wouldn’t you” He said smugly, taking a sip out of his wine glass.

You were in rage, you stood up from your chair, pulling out a hundred dollar bill and slammed it onto the table. You didn’t even spare him another glance, as you stormed out of the restaurant.

“What a sexist prick” you said to yourself pulling out your phone, to dial your personal driver. You cursed under your breath, as you remembered you agreed to letting your personal chauffeur take this week for vacation.

“Well looks I gotta settle for an uber” You sighed, opening the app and requesting for a ride. The app connected you with a driver, by the name of Yeonjun, on the picture he looked kind of cute, his bright smile shining in the photo.

You were so annoyed, sex deprived, and stressed out from work. All you wanted was to have a good time, get dicked down, and have a nice meal, was that too much to ask for? Just as you were about to smoke a cigarette, your phone dinged with a p in notification, that Yeonjun was near by.

You quickly put the cigarette back into box, throwing it inside your purse, as you waved your hand to signal where you were. Finally a black Tesla pulled up in front of you, and Yeonjun hopped out the car, to open the door for you. You thanked him, and took a seat in the back.

You were right, he was handsome, and he was also very clean, car smelling of fresh linen but also a faint scent of his cologne could be smelled.

“Hello my name is Yeonjun, I’ll be your driver tonight, if you need me to adjust the ac, just let me know” His voice was soft and pillowy, making your stomach feel all funny. You hummed, staring at him through the rear view mirror.

He looked a little younger than you, he was dressed in a gray hoodie, his bangs peaking out slightly. You couldn’t help but stare at his fuller lips, pink and plump, and you bet they’re very kissable. Yeonjun must have sensed you staring at him, his eyes caught yours, and you quickly looked away clearing your throat.

“So, how’s your night going miss?” He inquired, adjusting the rear view mirror to get a better look at you. You smiled, and bit your lip slightly, before answering his question.

“Actually not so great, my date was an asshole” You replied, stretching out your arms, causing your too little of a skirt to ride up, you didn’t miss the way Yeonjun’s eyes trailed down your figure in the mirror, swallowing hard. You smirked to yourself, that’s right baby, look at my thighs.

“May I asked, what said asshole did, to be called an asshole” He asked, shifting a little bit in his seat, as he kept stealing glances at you in the mirror. You smirked, you were loving that just from a little skin showing, he was already so flustered.

“Well, he didn’t know how to speak to a lady, and insulted my dignity. Plus he seemed very boring, and a waste of my precious time” You said, taking off your black fur jacket, exposing your shoulders and chest. Yeonjun’s eyes widened before quickly looking away, gulping.

“Wow, he seemed like a total dick, I can’t stand guys like him, who don’t know how to treat women with respect and dignity” He said softly, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth. You couldn’t help but giggle softly, he was so sweet, cute, and respectful and honestly, you liked where this was going.

“May I ask how old you are, Yeonjun?” You said, flirtatious and seductively”. He cleared his throat, before answering.

“I’m 21, and I’m a sophomore in college”. He said, awkwardly scratching the back of his nape, he could tell you were obviously older than him, and on top of that, you gave off very mature grown woman vibes, that turned him so bad.

“Hmm you’re pretty young, but it seems you know how to treat a lady, Yeonjun”. You said, twirling the ends of your hair. You could tell he was turned on, the constant shifting in his seat, and the tint of red on his ears.

“Uhh, I’m not trying to make any assumptions or toot my horn, but I feel like you’re coming onto me” He said nervously, eyes wide and awkward looking. You giggled softly again, he was just too adorable and gullible for his own good.

“I don’t know darling, am I?” You said teasingly, you wanted to make sure, you both were on the same page, before you went any further.

“Y-yes, he stuttered, opening and closing his legs, like he’s trying to gain some friction. You chuckled, feeling yourself getting wet in your thong, honest truth you loved pathetic man.

You loved when a man wasn’t afraid to show how needy he is for a woman, not some nonchalant wanna be loser, who thinks all women gets off by men being tough.

“I tell you what baby, how about you pull over somewhere private, promise I’ll make it worth your while” you smiled devilish, already starting to rub on your tits, you were so damn horny, so if it meant fucking an uber driver in the backseat of his car to satisfy your needs, then so be it.

Yeonjun damn near lost control of the wheel, he stared at you bewildered, he’s never had something happen to him like this since he started driving for Uber, shit, not ever in general.

“A-Are you l-like serious right now, you want to have sex with me in my car?” He stumbled over his words, he needed to make sure he wasn’t trapped away, in some erotic wet dream. But no, you were dead serious!

“Smart boy, that is exactly what I’m implying, unless you’re scared little boy, who’s afraid of some pussy” You giggled, reaching under your skirt, to slide your panties off, twirling them around your fingertips.

Yeonjun groaned at the sight, cock now very much hard, throbbing inside his sweats. You threw the panties at him, the red piece of fabric landing his lap. He grabbed the your thong, feeling how soaked the panty is, he brought it to his nose, groaning at the scent of your sweet aroma.

“F-fuck you smell so good, fuck I wanna fuck you so bad right now” he whined, hips unintentionally bucking up, he hasn’t been this hard in a long time, too busy with studying and exams, he forgot how good pussy is.

“Then do it baby, find a place, so you can fuck me as hard as you want darling” You said a little desperately, you honestly needed to jump his bones like right now, your pussy was screaming at you, for neglecting her for so long. Yeonjun quickly found an empty parking lot, of an abandoned building, he pulled into the parking lot, turning off his car.

Yeonjun quickly hopped into the back seat, glancing at you nervously, but his eyes were dark and full of lust. You smirked at him, before climbing onto his lap, he was so hard already, cock straining painfully through his sweats where a wet patch could be seen.

“Fuck I can’t believe this is happening right now, you’re so sexy on top of me like this” He whined, putting his hands on your waist, squeezing the fatty flesh. You moaned softly, starting to grind your bare wet pussy on his clothed hard on.

“Yeah baby? You like what I’m doing to you naughty boy” You cooed, dropping down to your knees, staring into his lustful eyes for permission, he nodded eagerly, before lifting his bottom from the seat, so you can pull his pants down.

His hard cock spring free, long and thick, with the tip red and leaking precum. Your mouth watered at the sight, it’s been so long since you seen a pretty and thick cock, you were definitely going to have some fun with him.

You stared deep into his eyes, as you start to leave little kitten licks on his leaking tip, grabbing the base of his dick, and pumping it up and down. Yeonjun pants heavily, watching intently, as your mouth swallows him whole.

“Ah fuck! O-oh god, that feels incredible, ugh please” He whimpered, when you started to full on suck his cock, bobbing your head and slurping. The sounds you were making were sinful, and if anyone were to walk by the car, they would be in for a surprise.

“Yes baby, suck that dick so good, wow you’re so fucking good at this ngh” Yeonjun was a moaning mess, babbling and slurring his words. You could tell it’s been a while for him as well, desperately holding your head in place, as you take his cock down your throat.

“Oh shit baby, I don’t think I’m going to last any longer, you gonna be a good little whore, and let me cum in your mouth” He whined, grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail, and fucking your mouth. You looked up at him with your innocent but not so innocent doe eyes, letting him abuse your throat.

His pants and groans, turned into whiny moans and cries, as he feels his high approaching rapidly. You go to fondle his balls, squeezing them as you sucked him dry. His eyes rolled to back of his head, hips stuttering as he let out a loud cry, shooting thick white ropes of cum down your throat.

You swallowed his semen effortlessly, like you’ve done this plenty of times (which you have.), sticking out your tongue to show how good of a girl you are for him. He already looks so fucked out, eyes half lidded and hazy, and his chest heaves up and down as he tries to control his breathing.

You give his tip a kiss, before climbing back onto his lap, removing your top and bra. You yelped, when he suddenly started to play with your tits, squeezing and pulling on your nipples.

He slid his hand between your legs, swiping his fingers through your slick folds. Your body shuddered, the feeling of his touch sending shock waves of pleasure through your body.

“Fuck you’re so wet for me baby, you like getting your pretty little pussy played with, by random guys huh?” He teased, as he smirked at you mischievously, sliding one of his digits into your tight weeping hole.

“Oh fuck!, oh yes please more” You moaned, his fingers were so long and hitting places deep inside your mushy walls, that you didn’t know existed. You kinda felt so pathetic with yourself, getting off at his vulgar words, but you were too deep now, and it felt too good to stop.

“That’s right baby, cum on my fingers, and show me how desperate of a whore you are” He cooed, curling his fingers deep inside your pussy, as he slides in another finger. As much as you would have loved to cream on his fingers, you rather cream on his cock instead, so you pushed his fingers away panting in the process.

“I need you now, I need your cock inside me right now or I might die of starvation” You said, rubbing your acrylics down his chest. He shivered at your touch, leaning in to kiss your lips softly.

“So, are you implying that you are a cock hungry whore?” He said, smacking your ass harshly, you yelped at the sting, but you couldn’t lie and say it didn’t make your pussy leak more.

“That’s exactly what I’m implying, so are you going to feed my greedy pussy your cock or not Yeonjunie?” You said seductively, palming his hard leaking cock. He groaned out of desperation, reaching into the glove compartment, to pull out a condom.

He stared into your eyes deeply, panting heavily as he tore open the package of the condom with his teeth. You watched as he grabbed his throbbing cock, giving it a couple of pumps, before rolling on the condom. You giggled softly, as he lifted your body up, and aligned his mushroom tip up with your dripping hole.

“Before I put it in, are you sure about this” He asked, his eyes were sincere, but lust also clouded them. You answered him by grabbing his cock, slowing sinking down on it. The stretch was intense, you felt like you were being split open, as his long dick penetrated your fluttering walls.

“Oh fuckk, shit you’re s’big omg” You whined, legs trembling as you tried to let yourself adjust to his size. Yeonjun couldn’t wait though, you felt too good, too fucking tight for him to not fuck up into your heavenly hole.

“Ahh shit, your pussy is so tight fuck” He gripped your waist tightly, starting to rock your hips back and forth. You moaned out loud at the feeling, his cock was truly delightful, the snug fit and the drag of it was like no other.

“Goddam baby, so glad to have been your passenger tonigh- UGH FUCK!! Right there please don’t stop” Your words were interrupted, by Yeonjun suddenly slamming himself inside you, stroking deep inside your wet cunt.

“Look at you, such a desperate little slut, so fucking cock starved, you gotta seduce your uber driver” He spat, full on pounding into your pussy, as he watched your juicy tits bounce up and down in his face.

Your pussy clenched tighter around him, his degrading words turning you on, and making you leak like a faucet. It feel so good to be getting fucked deep and hard by a big cock, and that’s the thing, this cock is too fucking good to have any restrictions.

“Take the condom off” You suddenly said, making Yeonjun halt his movements. He stared at you wide eyed, but you could see the dark desire, behind his pupils.

“W-wait, you want me to fuck you raw?” He asked, shock written all over his face. You nodded your head yes, biting down on your lip as you lifted your body from his lap and pulled the condom off in one pull. Yeonjun watched as you aligned his tip back up with your pussy, before sinking back down.

“Holyy- oh my god that feels so much goddamn better, fuck this is the best cock I ever had junie” You blabbered desperately, starting to bounce on his cock. Yeonjun lets out a pathetic whimper, the feeling of your tight cock, squeezing his throbbing dick with no restrictions, was far too overwhelming.

“Hell yeah, that’s it darling, fuck that cock like it’s yours, you deserve it baby” Yeonjun was also blabbering, eyes rolling to the back of his head, as he feels his stomach tightening, he felt pathetic for how close he already was to cumming.

The windows of the car were foggy, and if anyone were to walk uo to the door, they will definitely hear the sounds of your skin meeting his. Your legs were starting to sting and feel numb, and Yeonjun caught that right away. He took over, fucking into you like it’s no tomorrow, and finding your g-spot in the process.

“FUCK YES PLEASE, please please right there, that’s my spot god!! Yes” You slurred your words and pleaded with him, he was so deep inside you, that you could feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. You couldn’t believe you were already about to cum, no one has ever made you cum this quick.

“Shit baby, fucking hell your pussy’s gonna make me cum so hard” He whined, reclining his seat back some more, as he fucked into you, like a rag dog. You could feel the knot in your stomach getting ready to unravel, as your legs started to tremble again, and you felt this intense tingling feeling in your stomach.

“Fuck stop squeezing me so tight baby, or I won’t have any other choice but to breed this slutty pussy” He said through gritted teeth, trying his absolute best, to not bust his nut inside you. You being the menace you are, you placed your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself, and started to bounce on his dick again.

“Wait, wait oh god I’m- I’m- c-um” He couldn’t even finish his sentence, before his hips stuttered, releasing thick white ropes of cum inside you, completing emptying out his balls. The feeling of his warm cum filling up your insides, triggered your orgasm, as you came and squirted all over him, fucking up his seats as well.

You both panted, chests heaving up and down, as you both came down from the intense highs. Your limp weak body, fell over on him, resting your head on his shoulder as you panted. He also laid his head on your shoulder, drawing little circles on your back.

“Wow did I really just fuck my Uber driver” You suddenly said, breaking the silence. He chuckled before giving your ass a squeeze, and pulling out a cloth from the glove compartment to clean you both up.

“Yup you sure did miss, but if it makes you feel better that was the best fucking pussy I’ve ever had” he smiled weakly at you, caressing your cheeks. You blushed at the romantic gesture, but not once stopping him, it honestly felt kinda nice.

Not long after, you guys got dressed and yeonjun brought you home, you made sure to give him a kiss goodbye, and you might have even gotten his number. You knew you would be contacting him again, not for that magic of a dick he has, but his car was really clean and he’s also really friendly.

*Uber Notification*: Y/n tipped you $100

Note: Thanks for the hookup baby, hmu anytime you feeling risky😏💋

Choi Yeonjun: Wow wtf, that’s a big tip😲 also uhhh could you please make sure to leave a 5 star review….

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A/n: Hola besties🫣 𝗂𝗄 𝗂𝗄 don’t scold me Ik I should have been published this, but I’m on vacation and I’m literally leaving nyc tomorrow sadly😓 It was so much fun!! But I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did, and feel free to leave any comments and reblogs ate greatly appreciated love uu🫶🏽🩷 not proofreading shii idgaf😚

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[suguslve]

‧˚꒰🍷꒱༘‧— WE'LL NEVER LAST SO WHY CAN'T I LET GO OF THIS?

synopsis: loving malleus felt like a dream come true, a beautiful, perfect dream—but what would it be like to wake up and face the reality of returning to your world?

♰ pairings. malleus draconia x gn!reader

♰ genre. fluff to angst (?) idk i think its just full on angst hehe

♰ word count. 1.2k

♰ a/n. oh lookie here another angst!! you can't blame me for writing angst bcus this is all my friends ever request. lowkey (highkey) inspired by laufey's song promise. enjoy reading and lmk your thoughts!

You two weren’t bound to last—your love was a ticking time bomb, and with every passing moment, you felt the weight of the inevitable end pressing down on you. You dreaded the days that followed, each one a reminder that soon, the love you shared would crumble into nothing. You tried so hard to push the thoughts of leaving aside, to immerse yourself fully in the present, but they lingered, persistent and quiet. You knew that leaving would break you, carve wounds so deep in your heart and soul that they might never heal, but you could never walk away—not when he looks at you every time with so much love and adoration—as though you had woven the stars and moon into the night, casting light into a world he saw as nothing but dark and gloomy. And so you gave in, finally accepting the love that he was more than willing to give.

He never thought he’d feel like this, never thought that the day would come where someone would be able to tug at his heart strings—yet he wasn’t upset, quite the contrary rather. For the first time, he felt alive in a way he never had before, the walls he’d built around himself through time finally began to crack. Vulnerability wasn’t something Malleus was used to—but strangely it felt warm, normal, right. When he fell for you, he fell hard, wanting nothing more but to surrender every fragment of his soul to you. Who would have guessed that the great powerful mage would be capable of something so delicate?

Loving Malleus was easy, as did being with him. He was the epitome of a gentleman: greeting you with a gentle kiss on your hand and softly kissing your forehead whenever he bid you goodbye, surprising you with beautiful flowers “just because”, wiping away your tears with the softest touch, and soft whispers of his unwavering devotion. He knew you better than you knew yourself, recognizing your feelings even when you kept to yourself. He doesn’t push you to explain what’s troubling you; instead, he holds you gently, offering a warm embrace that speaks to you in ways words never could. He loved you in every way he knew how to. And he knew that loving you would also mean letting you go. 

“Hush now, child of man. It’s going to be okay,” his voice was muffled as he buried his face in your neck, inhaling the scent of you one last time. You felt the warmth of his tears against your skin as his grip tightened, as if he were holding onto the last thread of something beautiful. Your sobs erupted once more, harder this time, your heart breaking as you cried into his chest, his hand gently caressing your hair in a feeble attempt to soothe you. God, you were going to miss him.

“It’s not going to be okay! Wanna stay here with you, just like I promised.” Your voice broke. He then pulls you away from his embrace, his eyes bloodshot, tears staining his face. He tried to hold a smile, but it was fragile, as if he were breaking inside too—which, he is. Despite all the hurt and pain painting his features, he still looked beautiful, curse him and his gorgeous face.

He anticipated this, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. “I know,” he whispered, voice trembling. “I know, but sometimes promises... are not meant to last. And it hurts me greatly, my love.” His hand brushed your cheek, his touch soft and gentle. "But I can’t do anything to change things, I wish I could, but I can't... not this time."

“I don’t want to lose you,” you whispered, your heart breaking at the thought of never feeling his warmth again, never having late-night walks with him again, never hearing the corny jokes he pulled just to make you laugh, never hearing his voice again, never seeing him again. “I don’t want to forget you, Tsunotaro…”

His expression softened, but it didn’t stop the tears that slipped from his eyes. He stroked your face gently, trying to memorize the feeling of you. “You won’t forget me,” he said, but his voice trembled, betraying his own doubt. “I’ll always be a part of you, even when I’m not there, because a piece of me will always live within you, just as a part of you resides in me, forever intertwined. In every step you take, in every laugh you share, in the quiet moments when you think of me. I’ll live in those.”

The thing with love is that it breaks you as much as it heals you, and though you don’t regret being with Malleus, you regret not having enough time with him. There was never enough time to keep loving each other as you longed to, never enough time to bare your heart completely, never enough time to love him with all the depth your heart had to give before the world demanded you let go.

You connected your forehead with his, feeling him once more. Tsunotaro’s face twisted with pain, his own tears mixing with yours. “I want to be with you as well, maybe even more than you do, but we can’t twist fate, my dove. You belong in that world, and I belong here.” he says, and you don’t know if he’s convincing you or himself, maybe the latter. 

You knew deep down that his absence would create a void that nothing could fill, and you couldn’t shake the fear that in the end, the memory of him would start to fade, piece by piece. “I’ll miss you, Tsunotaro, so damn much.” you whispered, your voice shaky, the weight of your words heavier than you had ever known.

“I will too, child of man.” he responded, his voice low, thick with the same sorrow that gripped your heart—and he kissed you. A kiss that was filled with sorrow, yet so much love. A kiss that would forever be engraved in your memory. A kiss that he made sure you will never forget. A kiss that you knew would be the last. As he pulled away, his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close, his gaze tender, but filled with an undeniable weight. You could see the love in his eyes, but there was also the painful understanding that this was it—this was the end. The end of something beautiful, something irreplaceable.

You reluctantly pulled away from him, the pain of doing so almost unbearable, and started making your way toward the mirror that would lead you back home. Before stepping through, you glanced back at him. “I promise to visit when the time comes. Make sure you don’t fall in love with someone else while I’m gone okay? Or else I’d kill you myself.” you joke, as he chuckles in response.

“I wouldn’t even dream of being with someone other than you, I’ll be awaiting your arrival, no matter how long it takes.” You turned your gaze forward, fearing that when you looked at him for much longer, you’d run back into his arms and refuse to leave. 

“I love you, Malleus.” you whispered, just before stepping into the mirror, knowing you were leaving a piece of yourself behind.

“I love you too Y/N.” he answers back but you didn’t even hear him, because you were already gone, taking his heart with you.

When you turned around, the mirror had vanished, and so had he. A strange sense of relief washed over you, being back, but deep down, you knew this wasn’t truly your home. Because home wasn’t a place—it was a person. It was your Tsunotaro. It was Malleus.

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[gas-stxtion-a]

Closed starter for @triggerbigger :3c

It's late at night and the gas station is well and truly dead. Jack hasn't seen a customer for hours now, aside from the Kieffer currently sleeping at one of the booths inside. Normally, he would be delighted and looking forward to a night of smooth sailing.

Unfortunately, though, tonight seems as though it's going to be anything but.

Right now, Tony and Jack are out back while Jerry mans the front, looking in the trunk of Tony's car. In there is the corpse of a very, very dead Kieffer. It looks as though Kieffer's been dead for a few hours at most, his permanent expression of confused bewilderment still stuck on his face. He's almost making the same face as the other Kieffer currently alive and well in the store, which Jack might find funny in any other circumstance.

"I thought we were through with this," Jack says with an exhausted sigh. He looks up from the body and over at Tony, his face set in a frown. "Are you sure-"

"It was an accident," Tony says insistently. He looks just as tired and stressed as Jack is feeling as he runs a hand through his messy curls. "For real this time. Swear to God, Jack."

"I believe you, man. I just don't know how we're supposed to explain any of this to anyone. This is, what, the tenth time now?" Jack looks back at the corpse. "... Do you think Spencer would take this one back, too?"

Instead of replying, Tony abruptly slams the trunk of the car shut, nearly closing it on Jack's hand in the process. Immediately, Jack startles, looking at his friend with wide eyes.

"What the fuck-" he starts, only to be cut off.

"Hey!" Tony calls out, immediately putting on a charming smile as he leans back against his car and lifts a hand in a wave. Jack immediately comes to the conclusion that someone has found them and does his best to appear natural as well, though he doesn't turn to see who it is.

"Fancy seeing you here, sweetheart," Tony continues, clearly pleased to see the newcomer despite his nerves at being caught. "My, ah, coworker and I here are just taking care of something real quick."

"Yep," Jack confirms, still not turning around. "Nothing to worry about here. Just normal gas station stuff." He pretends not to notice the sharp look Tony quickly shoots his way.

[docotokautism]

amatonormativity: a romantic partner should be the most important person in EVERYONE'S life

NOT amatonormativity: MY romantic partner is the most important person in MY life, but i understand this is not the same for other people

allosexnormativity: EVERYONE should have sex and sex is something EVERYONE needs/wants/should want

NOT allosexnormativity: I PERSONALLY enjoy sex and love having sex because it makes ME feel good, but other people dont feel the same and that's okay

platonormativity: having friends is important for EVERYONE and EVERYONE needs/has/should have friends

NOT platonormativity: having friends is important to ME and I PERSONALLY love having friends, but there are people who dont and theres nothing wrong with that

faminormativity (is that the word?): family is important for EVERYONE and EVERYONE needs to have their family

NOT faminormativity: family is important to ME and I PERSONALLY need my family with me, but other people dont feel the same and i understand that

lovenormativity (again, not sure if this is a word): EVERYBODY feels love and there's something wrong wiith you if you dont

NOT lovenormativity: I PERSONALLY feel love and love people, but not everyone does and that's completely okay!

NOT amatonormativity: i dont have friends/have any desire to have friends, i am happy with other relationships/no relationships at all

NOT platonormativity: i dont have any desire to be in a romantic relationships, and i am happy with my platonic relationships

NOT allosexnormativity: i like hooking up with people and having one night stands or friends with benefits

NOT faminormativity: i care about my family deeply and am close with family members

NOT lovenormativity: i feel love for people i care about

it's not normative to personally enjoy something, so long as you respect that other people simply arent like you and aren't going to like the same things as you. taking down normativity is a two way street, allos and aspecs need to do it. support your local aros, aces, apls, afams and other aspecs today! remember to challange all normativities, and to not enforce other normativity by saying how bullshit other normativities are!

nothing is universal. romance is not universal. sex is not universal. friendship is not universal. family is not universal. love is not universal. nothing is universal.

[puppppppppy]

XIN YA MOMENT

[lgcxminji]

shadow hunters

starter for @lgcsori

despite minji typically considering herself a chatterbox, radio show appearances can still feel a bit nerve-wracking. they need to be able to entertain the audience without relying on their music or their visuals, which can be difficult at times given that k-pop is such a visually-oriented industry.

nonetheless, minji is happy to be in the radio station once again, promoting fabula's newest album. they start with the general greetings, some talk about the album, a listen of a song, and then they get to the topic of "things you'd only see in korea," inspired by the intro track, '+82.' an idea immediately pops into minji's head.

"oh! a few weeks ago, when we were just starting to prepare the album, aster and i went on a walk," she started looking to sori and hoping she too remembered this altercation. "so we were walking down the street, and suddenly, we see this huge shadow. what did you think it looked like, sori?" minji asks the other. "i just remember being surprised at that point."

[potentialbreakupscng]

"i know i don't have to, remus. i want to."

there was an edge to her voice that most people were familiar with. hot headed, tempered, stubborn. several words that had been used to describe her over the years, which made it easy to bat away his insistence that he didn't need help. no, maybe he didn't. maybe he had done this thousands of times, but she'd be damned if she'd let him do it by himself again. never again. no matter what -- unrequited feelings she may have for him. she cared about him -- and it was what she did for people she cared about. helped. as much as she could.

with her own small bandages on the tips of some of her fingers -- having destroyed the skin on her fingers as she often found herself doing on full moon nights since meeting remus. worry. want to be there -- and knowing that she couldn't help someone she cared about. her pink hair is tied back from her face -- a few loose strands falling into her face as she finished replacing one of his many bandages. blood stained her unbandaged fingers and the flesh colored bandages on the others. blood never had an effect on her -- especially not after working on the field. blood and daeth were expected -- and at least she could get used to one of them. fierce eyes flicked up to his face as he began to protest again.

"stop." her hair turned a bright red as she snapped, eyes not leaving his. "you've done this thousands of times, and i'm doing it for you now. you've gone and made me care about you -- so i'm going to care about you and help." there was an unspoken truth behind her words -- a subject she's danced around but it wasn't the time for that. not when she'd noticed how little he'd been taking care of himself -- and she couldn't imagine how it felt, getting his only childhood friend back to have him ripped from his hands again a few years later. she winced slightly at the memory of sirius; her cousin. her family. to hide it, she moved to wash off her hands for what felt like the millionth time that evening, tugging off her own bandages and replacing them before she returned back to him -- with a vial of dittany in her hand. dittany she could've used on her own fingers, but saved specifically for him.

"and if you're worried about me seeing your bits, i've seen a few in my life, and once you've seen one you've seen them all," a joke, to ease the tension as she sat beside him. by then her hair had returned back to the pale pink she'd worn it in since the battle at the department of mysteries. she carefully unwrapped the worst one of them -- the one on his arm but doesn't wince at the sight of it. her lips purced, glancing up at him for a moment before she brings the vial up and uses her teeth to pull the cork out -- putting some of the dittany into her hand. "this is going to hurt," she warned, before carefully spreading the dittany onto the wound while her other hand instinctually finds his to let him...squeeze it or do whatever he may need to work through the pain. tonks carefully wrapped the arm back up with a clean bandage, her hands tender and trying not to cause any more pain than he's already in. a sigh escaped her, and she looked up at him. "tea?"

@lupiinee continued from x

[withinkandquill-aa]

🔪 for Brianna from Basta

A strangled sound - somewhere between a whimper and a cry - escapes suddenly pale, parted lips as steel sinks into fabric and flesh and all those vital things that lay beneath. Brianna’s thin fingers catch Basta’s forearm, steadying herself on the only thing within reach as she doubles over, stumbles back. How laughably late this attempt to shield herself comes, instinct blindsided by the sudden blow.

Pushing back from him, Brianna retreats until she can see the glint of the knife and the shine of her own blood on its blade. Her head spins and when she takes her next step back, her legs give way beneath her.

“Why?” she gasps, brown eyes - her mother’s eyes - shifting to stare up at him.

One trembling hand finds her abdomen, palm pressing against the wound. Perhaps those few years helping her mother tend to the sick and wounded had been good for something. She knows how to staunch the flow of blood. She even knows which herbs help - horsetail and yarrow - when their leaves or a poultice is applied to the wound.

“Who are you? I…I didn’t….”

I didn’t do anything to you. I didn’t do anything to anyone.

[gccdwitch]

@vvhimsicals

A whole week passed since the Sutton incident and Brooks still feels like shit, the guild eating him alive from the inside. He’s tried talking with his sister but she’d just evaded his calls and texts until finally blocking him. His mom had called specifically to tell him all about how disappointed she was. His friends hadn’t been particularly helpful either, unable to provide much more than a seemingly endless supply of booze and the occasional I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Telling them about his relationship at last had been nice, though. It was a relief to speak about Nehir openly now that he wasn’t scared they were going to slip and tell Sutton either unintentionally (Venus) or not so unintentionally (August) or that they were going to scold him for going behind his sister’s back (Mary who did it anyway despite how obviously regretful Brooks was).

He’s spent that week basking in his own misery. Aside from going along with work-related task so their manager doesn’t end up screaming at him, too, Brooks has been by himself. He didn’t feel like going out, he didn’t feel like talking. Not even with Nehir. His replies to her had been short and far in between and, while he is aware that is a complete 180 from his usual self, he can’t do anything more. Every time he thinks about her, the knot in his throat tightens, and his mind eventually goes down a Should we break up? spiral. And he doesn’t want to think like that, at all. It made him feel like a shit boyfriend.

He's in the middle of his new routine (rotating between three apps while rotting on the couch) when he hears the doorbell. Had he ordered something and forgotten? Had one of his friends ordered something for him? No one’s warned him about that or about coming over. He waits until he hears another persistent ring to finally get up and trudge towards the front door. One look through the peephole and he sighs, mentally steeling himself. “Hi. I thought you were going to be a serial killer,” Brooks jokes, forcing a smile as he leans against the door frame. “What’s up? You didn’t tell me you were coming over...”

[beauclary]

who @ivyemerscn where beau + ziggy's loft when sometime after the bat debacle

❝ look, i know it ain't sippin' cocktails on the porch, ❞ beau says as he lifts his gaze from the fresh mint he's muddling between two glasses to meet the eyes of his cousin, sat across the marble-top island from him. ❝ but that don't mean i ain't about to hound ya for gossip like all them little old ladies back home. ❞ the look he fixes her with is both inquisitive and also somehow knowing in equal part ; he's already got an idea of the answers to his questions, but he wants to hear them from the source. he reaches for the bottle of liquor on the counter and uncorks the cap with practiced ease. ❝ and don't for a second get to thinkin' i won't wait for this rum to loosen your lips before i start askin' the real heavy hitters. ❞

so they weren't close. not really, anyway, and not for a lack of trying on his end either. but that's not true either, is it? to call them distant would be a disservice to the actual depth of their bond. she cares, he knows this, but they're such vastly different people. if beau was an old library book, pages open and dog-eared and waiting to be passed around for anyone to read, ivy was an audobon, striking and intriguing. full of depth, but sealed under lock and key. something to be admired, but never truly known. as of yet, beau has not let this deter him. and twenty-eight years in, it doesn't look like he ever truly intends to.

he finishes the mojitos with a sprinkle of true lime powder, the best he can do in the absence of fresh citrus, and slides one of the glasses across the counter toward ivy before leaning against it and propping his head up against one hand. ❝ so what's goin' on between you and mr. w, ive? and don't go playin' coy, neither. ❞

[lcngdays-arc]

@bloodbared // plotted

Temperance wasn't sure what it was about him.

Richter had never made much of an impression on them before. But they'd sailed through high school without a care in the world. They hardly noticed anything or anyone. He'd probably been there, and they just hadn't been paying attention, and then they'd left town.

Unfortunate circumstances led them back home, but that didn't mean they were going to give up on the Youtube grind. It was what was paying off their student loans, of course, so there wasn't much choice either way. They were back and looking for new leads on anything paranormal and they found him.

Temp had sat through the interview easily. Asked all the right questions at all the right times. Responded appropriately. Laughed when they were meant to, all the great things an interviewer did, they did. Things had a tendency to come easy to them, after all. But they were more than just enjoying the interview, they were enraptured by it. By him.

Maybe it was wrong, or weird to be so attracted to a man telling them about all the spilled guts he'd seen but they couldn't help themself. There was just something about him. Maybe it was their similar interests? Maybe it was having someone so engaged in what they were doing and saying? They didn't know. By the time the interview was over, Temperance was practically squirming in their seat.

They smile at Richter, glancing back at their camera set up. They stand and move to turn it off. Normally they'd leave it on to catch some post production, maybe some b-roll, anything like that. But not tonight. Tonight, they were going to shoot their shot. And who knew? Maybe luck would be on their side.

"listen." Their voice is casual. "i'm not normally so bold..."

Not on things like this, anyway. They'd only ever had one partner sexually and that had been one of the most awkward and uncomfortable experiences of their life.

"but like... i think you're really hot. and that was an amazing interview. and as much as i'd love to get to work on post-production... maybe." They stroll over to him, lightly lay a hand on his shoulder. "maybe we could spend a little more time together tonight?"

[nurturercelia]

Where: Third Floor Hallway When: Around 9:45AM, Sunday, September 4th Who: @naomikojima

Celia gave her dress and smooth, tousled her hair and tried on a smile in the mirror. The silver lining to meeting under such sad circumstances was that Celia was able to see everyone again. It had been years since she had heard this much noise in the house and she found it all strangely calming, a welcomed change from the silence that so often fell over her own town house in Albany. They were all welcomed distraction from the actual pain Celia felt over losing Richard.

She thought naively that she would spend this time before the wake going to pick up her mother-her and Richard were contemporaries, after all, he would have wanted her there. But after that became an impossible task, she instead turned her focus to Naomi.

It was with some more ease than the usual knocks she donned when she rapped on Naomi's bedroom door. The girl needed her help maybe the most right now, although there were certainly some other wards that were trying to give her some competition. Celia noticed how she was isolating herself since arriving, spending even more time tucked away in her room than she used to. Celia recognized this behavior and took it as a challenge. If there was one person who could get her to participate, it will be Celia, by her sheer grit and persistence alone.

When Naomi opened the door, Celia gave her a sincere half smile. Can't scare her off this early. "Are you ready to go down? I thought it might be easier to go with friend."

Friend was a bold statement on Celia's part, for she doubted Naomi would refer to her as the same. Probably more along the lines of neighbors or person you get grouped with for the sake of convenience. But if Celia said it, maybe it had a bigger chance of becoming the truth someday.

"You look really nice," she offered, hoping to coax her out like a cat.

[lindsohalloran]

WHO: ashton ryder ( @ashton-ryder ) WHERE: the atrium WHEN: march 15 / late evening, post-release from quarantine

for as many weeks ― nay, months ― as he'd spent not even a block away from the wexley, trying to scope out what he could of his surroundings from the snowed-over rooftop of the elementary school where he and maisie hunkered down for the winter, none of his many observations could have prepared him for the state of the place once he'd entered. in spite of the debris that litters the lobby ( further inspection leads him to believe it was a planned detonation to protect the residents within, swifter and ultimately more effective than a constructed barricade ) the building remains in surprisingly decent repair and there are significantly more survivors hidden within its walls than lindsay could've possibly estimated. it feels surreal, for lack of a better word ; he's not been closer to a visual representation of normalcy in just shy of half a year and, quite frankly, he isn't sure what to make of it.

he's still on alert as he walks the perimeter of the atrium, hands tucked into the pockets of a leather jacket and gaze constantly scanning, observing ; slow and methodical, he takes the time to map out the floor. ( he'll inspect the upper floors later but the atrium and its attached diner seem to be a central hub for activity, and considering he's been told this is where he's been told their daily meals will be rationed, it seems as worthwhile a place to start as any. ) details are neatly filed away, faces and conversations and locations to be mulled over once he's returned to the flat they've been assigned, the same one where maisie now sleeps soundly. the antibiotics have been helping ; his reservations about the safety and authenticity of this place are tempered by a debt of kindness he doesn't know if he'll ever have the means to repay.

perhaps the most surreal of all, though, is the presence of a familiar face amidst a backdrop of stark unfamiliarity ; it catches his attention swiftly, as if he's been mindlessly spinning the dial of a radio to the static drone of white noise only to catch the sonic scraps of a song he knows by heart but hasn't heard in years. decades, more like. lindsay does not freeze on the spot as instinct might suggest upon receiving a hearty slap of shock to the face at a glimpse of the past, though his footfalls do slow, giving him time to determine whether he can trust his own eyes. and he can. he looks older now ― he is older, it seems a foolish observation, but that's not what lindsay means. the last time he'd seen ashton ryder, he was a young man. ( they both were, even if lindsay was still nearly a decade his senior. ) he was a spitfire then, bright-eyed and brash. time and circumstance may have that subdued that flame, but lindsay never forgets a face.

he walks with purpose now ― not enough to draw any unwarranted attention, but there's a destination to his trajectory. ❝ ryder? ❞ he calls as he draws near, his volume barely above conversational to catch the other man's attention. ❝ i cannae believe ― ashton ryder? ❞

[deathmaidened]

@fatewoven / starter call.

What is there to do, she thinks, but hope?

That's the great difficulty of it. Astoria is not, has never been, an optimist. She's been burned too often and too well to put much faith in, well, faith. Gods are silent and heroes die and cities burn; she remembers Kirkwall all too vividly and she hates that it haunts her still, but it does. Fourteen years since she's been there but the memory of the city in ruins still aches like a wound. They are facing impossible odds, standing against unspeakable horrors, and she can't even pretend that this isn't the most logical thing to do, because if she doesn't do it, who will?

But a victory is a victory, however slight. The dragon's not dead, but Treviso isn't choking with blight, and she keeps telling herself that it has to be enough. Save a city of civilians, or save a tactical stronghold—and it had been an easier decision than it should have, but what's done is done.

"It's been a very long time since I was home," she says after a beat. The night air has a pleasant chill to it, enough that the coffee cup in her hands is a welcome source of heat. "And it's been decades since my training." It's a strange thing to confess to, and her instincts, her years of secrecy, scream at her to fall silent, but she thinks that attempting to slay a dragon together does inspire some degree of intimacy. Enough, at least, to trust a professional secret-keeper with a secret. "But unless things have changed a great deal, the Avvar teach a very different relationship with spirits and demons alike than any mages trained by the chantry."

Astoria looks up, then. Lucanis looks tired. Then again, he always looks tired. She can't imagine it; the very thought of sharing her body with a spirit, even under such careful and controlled supervision, had been enough to send her running. She'd be exhausted, too, if she were fighting a war inside her own skin.

(She had been, once upon a time; to be in the thrall of a blood mage is not something even decades can erase.)

"I don't mean to pry. It's not my business unless you choose to share it. But it's not information we share with lowlanders, and so it's not information you'd have. And I think you and I have reached a point of some mutual trust, no?" Her lips quirk into a crooked smile, and Astoria leans a bit closer, almost without realizing. "What I mean to say is—if you want a different perspective, I can tell you what I know, so long as it stays between us."

[darkenforcer]

@hydrofloraison

shooed away from a crime scene yet again; funny how getting the short end of the stick transcends worldly barriers. he supposes he could just give up and investigate elsewhere... unless there's a weak spot he can sneak... through...?

oh, what's going on over there? the prosecution's getting the boot? yuri always manages to forget about that (and he always gets a damn good kick out of it, too).

"that's too bad, huh, miss prosecutor?" an easygoing gait to match easygoing, far-too-informal speech for someone of their calibers.

once close enough to lower his volume, he juts a thumb toward the bumbling detectives, "i'd trust these guys about as far as i could throw 'em," (which might be pretty far, actually, but they'd cuff him long before he can test that theory). "looks like you're fresh out of luck, though. that's gotta sting after VIP treatment back home."

[l-tora-l-archived]

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