#I need more TAAAGS

[the-desert-beast]

OC Inspiration meme!!

@lady-quen ty for the tagg >:3c No pressure tags for @lynxfrost13 @uneclipsing @charico @beanswithbones and @manasurge

I dont have enough inspirations per character to fill out the meme so I'm doing this text style instead! My primary inspirations for this entire crew came from Genshin Impact, a sort of accidental challenge to take inspiration from my other fixation at the time for all the characters that'd go on my EU alt. Esyld's is Ningguang/Beidou I can't remember who I settled on having the stronger vibes in Esyld's design, but I know Ningguang was first, for her hidden in plain sight information-empire. Her love of money and her cunning. The refined "don't fuck with me" first impression. Although Esyld is far more genderfuckey and rough around the edges in design than Ningguang is.

Iniss' is Wriothesley for his visual design. They have a very similar look and style. Personality wise, I think Iniss still matches him but it's reserved for known people and close relationships, not strangers. They're very no-nonsense very focused. I've also taken Wriothesley's health trade abilities for Iniss, connecting it to a "can't die" thing they have, and chronic health problems. I'll elaborate sometime in an Iniss-specific post!

Arlais' is Arlecchino now. She's also VERY Mei Mei from JJK for her dedication to money and nothing else. Arlecchino for the visual design and general mannerisms and decorum. Arlais is a ranger whose pets are the uncared for street animals of lion's arch that passed away, now having a new second and better chance at "life" by Arlais' side. They're a lesbian with disdain for just about anyone and everyone except animals and those deemed, "worth my time."

Miyake Yuuji's is Kamisato Ayato for his personality, visuals, and demeanor. theyre almost the same guy. Yuuji is way more "Off-Putting Autistic" though. He's Kirari's sister, the one who got her adopted into his family too. Yuuji is the "documents" manager of their little syndicate. He causes trouble amongst the found family with Kirari.

Miyake KIrari's is Yae Miko and kitsune folklore it's self! Being a chaotic neutral mists demon herself, she hid as a shrine guardian in cantha for god knows how long before getting bored and hitching a ride to Lion's Arch for something new. She was acting very "strangely" and inhuman amongst the people, Yuuji met her and thought "Hey! She's a lot like me!" finding out she needed somewhere to stay, getting along so well, being a similar age* he asked his family to take her in. They reluctantly obliged, surprised to find that Kirari doesn't cause any trouble at all in the family's estate. They're just about the only ones she fully respects, she doesnt even disrepect Yuuji all that much despite being siblings. Her inspiration are Tricksters, Kitsune, and "Be Careful What You Wish For." Yae Miko is her inspiration for visual design mostly. Her abilities are similar though.

All of them share combat styles with their genshin counterparts/inspirations. Esyld is a Revenant who veers the farthest from Ningguang's combat style, with her being a catalyst type. Though as I type this maybe playing Ningguang in the future will change that ovo Iniss is literally Wrio they have the exact same close combat hand-to-hand style including the catalyst "imbued magic" from Genshin. Ingame Iniss is a thief, in lore i may allow them some cold death type magic in relation to that curse they have. Arlais is a ranger as previously stated but she absolutely fights like arlecchino and that sexy scythe. Yuuji is an elementalist he's 1-to-1 with Ayato Kirari is very hit-and-run mesmer she's a bit like Yae Miko but slightly to the left despite the similarities. rari is also not above going feral kitsune-demon-form mode. <3

TEMPLATE FOR THE ONES I TAAAGGED

[quaxorascal]

Got tagged by @grapecaseschoices to make my inquisitor in this picrew [here] and share three facts about them. Since I have two Quizzies, I figured id make both!

Mnuve Lavellan

needs glasses after Corypheus’ attack on Haven, since she received a head injury that fucked badly with her vision

comes from a clan that primarily lives close to and along the Free Marches coastline, and as such, a lot of the clan’s jewelry is made of pearls, fish bones, clay, and shells

Jubilee Cadash

very proudly works within a surfacer sect of the Carta, and has since she was born — same goes for her cousin Shale. Before everything blew the fuck up, she was mostly happy to keep the books organized and busied herself with knowing where money was flowing

was usually not the first person sent into any combat situation, but taught herself how to use a bow as well as knives just in case shit went sideways enough that she’d need to kill people

And a fun fact for both of them:

they both do not naturally have green eyes! Mnuve’s were brown and Jubilee’s were grey before the Anchor blasted them both with Fade energy

I’ll go ahead and taaag @thuranni @sleepysak @saturnidchoir @iramahariel @battleaxeproficiency and anybody else who wants an excuse to talk about their Inquisitors!

(And if you wanna see more DA OC content, I appear to be shadowbanned on @ice-knife but that’s where I post 👀)

[02511213942]

omg this took me back to deviantart/livejournal back in the day hehe, thank you for the taaag @moistvonlipwig 🎈

Last song: alarm - wise blood (sp) (yt) – ON LOOP!!! it makes me feel fizzy and euphoric

Currently watching: breaking bad (finally), jjk (with gull), d20's fantasy high sophomore year actual play (catching up!!)... youtube videos about arthropods. and lots more movies lately :))

Three ships: andreil. uuuuhhhhmmmm... davekat will always be famous to me. and phan has been back on my radar lately if you can believe it! i'll never forget them 😌

Favorite color: i just realized it's not orange anymore 😳🍊 but i still choose accessories in orange! this is actually so shocking to me im going to need to process it more later..... i think it’s a soft lavender or a hot red-grapefruit color now.

Currently consuming: 2024 is my tinned fish adventure! also i thought this meant media at first so i also wanna say i’m playing in stars and time with gull!!!

First ship: don't remember but formative definitely were neji/tenten from naruto for some reason, and kurogane/fai from tsubasa reservoir chronicle 🥹

Relationship status: nursing a returning crush… aiiee

Last movie: saltburn! which i loved

Currently working on: learning mandarin! some gifts for friends! fanart of andreil kissing

➡ tag yourself !!!

[melonpalooza]

I got tagged! Thanks for the tag @raphaelesbian!!

last song: according to my spotify i was in the middle of listening to otonoke, the dandadan opening!!!

favorite color: green~ (any shade of green but im particularly fond of like a mint green 💚 )

last book: all systems red lol

last movie: venom: the last dance!

last tv show: just started watching the newest (last?) season of the dragon prince yipeee

sweet/savory/spicy: savory!

relationship status: single! aro so yknow that's prob not gonna change

last thing i googled: "epic games free games december 2024 list" look they giving out free games everyday for like the next week i want to know if someone got the deetz

current obsession: infinity nikki? lol batfam stuff.

things I'm looking forward to: i dont... know... everyone i wanted this year already came out. i guess that one dispatch game? off collector's edition by mortis got announced! that's pretty excited. wonder if it's mostly old fans or if a new wave of fans will join on the bandwagon. tumblr needs more off content it's been so long

i taaag: @doctaaaaaaaar @14muffinz @ammo-never-runs-out-of-knives @adenthemage @alicat54cwriting no pressure! <3

[domjaehyun]

YOUR TAAAGS I’M ASCENDING THANK YOU :’) i’m honored to bear that title of “author of the hottest haechan fic you’ve read” so thank you for that 😌 i love me some tension i’ll never let go of my love of the flirtation……… yeah :’) and im happy you liked the girls too omg i worried i made them too minor of characters but it wasn’t a long fic so there wasn’t time to showcase them more 😔 love them though they’re the best 💖 and YEAH SPIT KINK UGH YAY :D i’m happy you want to relive your first time reading this oh wow that makes me feel really good :’) i need him too you are not alone </3 BUT THANK YOU FOR THE LOVELY TAGS :D

under the influence (l.dh)

PAIRING ▸ stoner!haechan x fem!reader WORD COUNT ▸ 11.6k WARNINGS ▸ a hint of dubcon (she’s timid but very much likes the attention), pervy!dom!haechan, shy!sub!reader, slight dacryphilia, corruption kink, finger sucking, oral (giving & receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, nipple play (receiving), marking, some cum eating, spit play, groping in public, panty stealing & sniffing PLAYLIST ▸ FYS - john concepcion, sweet release - kevin ross NOTES ▸ hii i hope you enjoy! any and all positive feedback is greatly appreciated, so send me an ask if you liked it or let me know in the tags pretty please :) 

As you press the button to call the elevator, you start to get the jitters. They start in your fingertips and travel up your arms to the back of your neck, making the fine hairs there stand on end, and you shudder slightly, shaking your head in an attempt to do away with the sensation.

The doors open with a ding, and you jump at the sound, making Yeri look over at you in alarm.

“Are you okay?” she asks, worries, and you nod, albeit a bit too quickly and vigorously to be convincing. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you say with a frown, and she rolls her eyes exaggeratedly. “Nothing!” you insist.

“You’re a horrible liar,” Karina reminds you, and your frown deepens. “But if you say so, I guess.” 

Relieved, you follow Yeri and Karina into the elevator and lean into the back corner of the shaft, resting your back against where the two walls meet. 

“We should watch a movie today,” Karina suggests excitedly, and she and Yeri fall into a discussion that you would join if you weren’t busy thinking about Haechan and whatever stunts he’s going to pull today. 

It takes three calls of your name from Karina and a vigorous shake from Yeri to snap you out of it, and you look at them sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. 

“Girl, where do you keep going? Every time I look over at you, you’re in la-la land.” Yeri asks, concerned and amused.

“Sorry, I was just… thinking.” you mumble.

“We know that,” Yeri says with a chuckle and roll of her eyes. “Thinking about what, hm?” she presses, and you balk.

“She’s probably thinking about Haechan and what stunts he’s gonna pull today.” Karina supposes, and you frown, upset you’ve been caught.

In your defense, Haechan is always up to shenanigans when you’re around; he pulls at your skirt to fluster you, plays with your hair to get your attention, strokes under your chin just to watch your eyes glaze over—you name it, he’s either done it or is probably thinking about it.

You can’t honestly say his advances are unwelcome because, well, you’ve had a crush on him for the past six months. But something about him is so intense, so jarringly locked in, that it makes you hesitate, and being the object of his full and undivided attention never fails to make you the shyest version of yourself, and you manage to make a fool of yourself almost every single time you get around him, and you have no idea how you’re going to deal with his antics today. 

“Girl.” Karina’s voice cuts through the fog in your brain and you blink hard, focusing on your friend’s concerned expression. “You’re doing it again.”

“Oh. Sorry,” you mutter, rubbing your arm awkwardly. “I’m here, for real.”

As the bell dings and the doors open, the three of you file out of the elevator, walking towards the end of the hall to your destination.

“If you need help with him, let us know. We can make up a code word!” Karina suggests helpfully, and you smile, endeared by your friend’s attempt to calm your nerves.

“What should it be?” you wonder, and she screws her face up thoughtfully.

“Blinker.” Yeri answers, and you both turn to look at her. “It should be blinker. Like, if he’s getting too close and you can’t handle it, you can just say you kinda wanna try hitting a blinker or something like that.”

“The last time I hit a blinker, I coughed for ten minutes straight and it was the most painful experience of my life.” Karina recalls, grimacing at the memory. “It’s perfect.”

“Great.” Yeri says, smiling reassuringly at you before the three of you stop in front of the apartment door. Without a second thought, Yeri knocks three times on the door, stepping back to where you two are standing and waits with you for someone to open the door.

It opens a moment later to reveal Haechan standing in the doorway, one hand on the doorframe and the other holding the door, and you wonder how such a simple stance has you short of breath.

He looks at Karina and Yeri, smiling pleasantly, before he locks eyes with you. Slowly wetting his lips, his eyes slowly drag up and down your frame, taking in your outfit and appearance before he meets your gaze once more and drops one eyelid into a flirtatious wink.

“Come on in,” he invites, stepping back to let Karina and Yeri in. When it’s your turn to pass, he moves closer, deliberately blocking part of your way so you have to brush by him to enter, and you’re sure it’s also no coincidence that he’s positioned himself so your chest has to brush against his. You swallow your nerves and continue walking past him, not daring to look back in case he’s looking at you; which, if today is anything like every other day you all hang out, he most certainly is. 

Shutting the door behind you, Haechan follows after the three of you into the living room, but waits, standing, by the chair where Mark sits—for what, you don’t know. You wave hello to Mark in his favorite armchair and Jeno on one end of the couch, who greet you pleasantly and resume their tasks of packing the bong and rolling a joint, respectively. Mildly confused but saying nothing at Haechan’s behavior, you take a seat at the other end of the couch, only for Haechan to move at last, crossing the living room to sit directly next to you.

Your throat dries up at the prospect of being so close to him, and you inhale shakily, wanting desperately to roll your eyes back in your head when you catch a whiff of his intoxicating cologne.

Haechan doesn’t say anything for a moment, just rests one elbow on his knee and observes you with his cheek in his palm. His expression is nothing short of desiring as he takes in your appearance, your burgundy pleated skirt and short-sleeved cream blouse apparently quite the fascinating little number to him, causing you to shift awkwardly in your seat and self-consciously tug your skirt down a bit.

“Relax,” he chuckles. “I’m staring at you because you look good,” Haechan compliments, eyeing you appreciatively. “You always look good, though, but today… damn.”

You blink at him, stunned by the flirtatious lilt to his voice, and mumble, “Oh.”

“Oh?” he mimics you, chuckling, and you furrow your brows, frowning at his teasing. His brows lift up as his face brightens with amusement, and he shakes his head slowly with a smile.

“Thank you.” you say softly, and he nods, smile widening. 

“You’re so cute.” he murmurs, eyes locked on yours. Your eyes dart around, looking everywhere but at him, but he recaptures your attention when he snickers quietly and you meet his gaze to see he’s no longer looking at your eyes, but your lips, and there’s a distinct longing in his stare that unnerves you and, if you’re honest, piques your curiosity. “Did you make it here okay?”

“Yeah,” you mumble quietly, eyes shifting back and forth from his eyes to your lap before you give into temptation and look at his lips, regretting it instantly when they quirk up into a smirk as he catches you looking. “The bus was basically empty, and it had heating today.”

“Mm, that’s good to hear,” he muses, running his fingers through his hair, and you attempt to hide the way you swallow thickly at the attractive sight. “We don’t want anyone pressing up against such a pretty girl and trying anything sleazy, right?”

“Um…” you trail off, managing to restrain the reply on the tip of your tongue that Haechan is probably the most likely candidate to press up against you and try something sleazy.

“...Right.” he finishes for you, and you nibble your bottom lip.

“...Right.” you echo, and he grins. 

“So… Do you wanna smoke?” he asks.

“I do,” you confirm shyly, and he smiles slightly, no doubt amused by your nervousness.

“Good girl. Did you wanna hit my pen? It’s pretty strong.” he offers, and you won’t lie—your brain blanks for a minute at the praise, but you’re pretty sure you manage to recover just in time for Haechan not to notice anything.  

“Okay,” you reply hesitantly, and he grins.

“Great—give me one second to get something.” he says before standing up and heading to the back of the apartment to his room. You wait fairly patiently, fingers lightly drumming on your knee as you wait for him to return.

“What’s up?” Mark asks curiously.

“Haechan’s getting something from his room.” you explain, and Mark nods slowly, lips pursed thoughtfully.

Haechan returns from the back of the apartment after a moment with a new cartridge in his hand. You watch with mild fascination as he deftly switches the cartridges in his pen, taking a test pull and holding it in for so much time, you’d swear he’s trying to show off.

When he looks over at you and winks before blowing it out, your suspicions are confirmed. 

“This strain is special,” Haechan murmurs to you, and his eyes drop to your lips as he continues, “it’s a ‘horny’ strain.”

“A horny strain?” you mumble, confused, and he nods with a grin.

“It heightens libido.” he adds, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Want some?”

“That’s not real,” Mark calls out from across the living room, and you crane your head to see him. “There’s no actual science to back that up.”

Haechan scoffs, rolling his eyes. “No one signed up for your TEDTalk on weed; save it.”

Mark grumbles something about misinformation being the death of society but remains otherwise silent.

Haechan calls your attention back to him with a simple clearing of the throat, and you look back at him to see his gaze heavy-lidded and sultry as he regards you, and you start to wonder if Mark might actually be the misinformed one.

“Want some?” he repeats his question from earlier, and you hesitate, making him roll his eyes and chuckle. “It’s not gonna bite you.” As you shift closer to take the pen from him, he holds it out of your reach with a glint in his eye. “I might, though,” he murmurs, and you swallow thickly.

He scans your frame, eyes lingering on your almost outstretched hand, and takes a slow, deep pull from the pen, not holding it in for nearly as long before he’s leaning towards you suddenly, making you yelp and draw back.

“Relax,” he mumbles, some of the smoke slipping from his mouth. He cups your chin in his hand and tugs gently to get you to open your mouth before leaning closer, so close that you fear your lips might touch, leading you to attempt to pull back; however, Haechan’s grip on your chin tightens, a clear sign to stay where you are, and he blows the smoke into your mouth slowly. You’re deeply flustered at first, but your instincts kick in as you inhale the secondhand smoke, holding it in your lungs for a couple of seconds before blowing it back out.

When you’re done exhaling, you expect to pull back, but Haechan’s grip on you hasn’t loosened, the male now studying your lips with an intensity in his gaze that gives you a twinge of anxiety and something else you don’t have it in you to identify. 

“You ever shotgunned before?” he asks softly, and you shake your head as much as his hold on you will allow. “You did a good job.”

“Thanks,” you mumble meekly. “Can you let me go now?”

He rolls his eyes slowly, lips quirking into a cocky grin as he does just that, releasing your chin and sitting back. “If you say so.”

“Thanks,” you mutter quietly, and he flicks his brows upwards in acknowledgement, gaze scanning you before lingering for a moment by the side of your face. “What is it?”

“You have something in your hair,” he says, gesturing to near your ear. When you fail to retrieve the foreign object, he tsks in dissatisfaction before leaning over and gently removing a single white feather from your hair. “Probably from the pillows.” he explains, the backs of his fingers gently grazing your ear as he pulls back. When you squirm away from his touch slightly, the contact too sensitive and ticklish, Haechan chuckles softly. “Look how nervous I make you.” His fingers return to your ear, gently stroking the shell of your ear, and your face blazes with embarrassment and something else as he hums softly. “Even your ear is hot. Do I make you hot anywhere else?” He drops his hand, fingers lightly skimming your upper thigh, and you just about jump out of your skin, cursing internally when you see the delight in his expression.

“Thanks for getting the feather out of my hair,” you say in a desperate attempt to navigate the conversation elsewhere, but it seems Haechan isn’t quite set on letting you off that easily.

“Oh, come on,” he presses, sitting closer to you and leaning so close you can smell his (delicious) cologne. “Don’t tell me your heart isn’t racing right now.”

It is, you think grimly. That’s exactly what I’m trying to avoid.

“Haechan, leave the poor girl alone,” Karina calls from the other end of the couch, and the momentary waver in Haechan’s attention on you as his eyes dart elsewhere is all you need to scoot further back and smooth your skirt out with a vigorous clearing of your throat.

When Haechan looks back over at you, you’ve thankfully managed to regain a semblance of your composure, your gaze politely but pointedly focused at your hands in your lap.

“Pretty girl, you want another hit of the pen?” Haechan offers, and you think back to the way Haechan clutched your chin earlier to shotgun you, finally shaking your head in refusal. “Okay,” he relents, reaching into his back pocket for something and frowning before pulling out an empty hand. “I have something for you.” he says before standing up and heading back to his room.

He emerges once more with a half of a red gummy cube sticking out of his mouth, sitting back down on the couch and draping his arm over the back so it’s ghosting just over your shoulders. “Bite,” he urges through closed teeth, and you shoot him a wary look. “Bite,” he stresses, and you falter, not sure if you should.

“Is it an edible?” you ask cautiously, and he rolls his eyes, an amused chuckle leaving him. 

“Yes. Bite.” It’s not a request, and instead of getting huffy about him bossing you around, you’re more surprised than anyone else when you lean in and carefully bite the other end of the gummy, tugging your half away from his mouth before chewing it. It’s sweet and sugary, but there’s a definite strong aftertaste, a tongue-drying, almost numbing sensation that reminds you it was more than just a little snack. “See, you don’t mind sharing with me, right?”

You don’t answer, instead sitting back and pulling out your phone to fire off a quick text to your group chat consisting of the two girls sitting a little ways away from you and your fourth roommate, Yurin, who usually frequents these hangout sessions but had to pass this time to study for midterms.

you [18:11pm] SOS

you [18:11pm] he keeps being all TOUCHY TOUCHY what do i do?

You set your phone down on the couch face down and stand up, heading to the bathroom to calm your nerves. 

Little do you know, your phone buzzes while you’re gone, Haechan’s curiosity getting the better of him as he flips your phone over. 

Luckily for him, and very unluckily for you, you don’t have a privacy setting on your Messages app notifications, meaning that any incoming texts can be read by any prying eyes, no passcode necessary.

yurin big trouble mister [18:14pm] maybe tell him how you get all TOUCHY TOUCHY with yourself to the thought of him 😁

karina bo bina [18:16pm] god could you be any more crass??

yurin big trouble mister [18:17pm] LMAOOO i couldn’t help it the joke was right there

yeri berry [18:18pm] you’re laughing. our dear friend is about to get consumed by a weed smoking incubus and you’re laughing.

Haechan snorts to himself in amusement, deliberately leaving your phone face-up for your return. You enter the room shortly after, picking up your phone and scrolling through your notifications with a small frown bordering on a grimace.

“What’s got you all upset, pretty?” Haechan asks, feigning curiosity, and you flinch, locking your phone and tossing it in your lap in a panic. “And now you’re jumpy, too? What’s on that phone that’s got you so stressed out, hm?” 

“Nothing,” you answer far too quickly for your liking. 

“I don’t think it’s nothing,” Haechan persists, voice lowering in pitch and volume as he moves closer to you, eyes bright with excitement and something else you can’t quite place. “I think there’s something incriminating on that phone.”

“Incriminating?” you mumble, dazed and flustered, and Haechan nods slowly, lips curling into a wolfish grin. 

“Incriminating like… nudes, maybe,” he muses, tapping his chin thoughtfully, and at the sight of your confused face, shakes his head. “That must not be it. Maybe a message of some sort… from a friend…” You freeze as you realize exactly what’s going on, and Haechan’s grin only widens now that he can tell you know that he knows. “Wonder what you look like when you… how did she put it? ‘Get all touchy touchy with yourself’ to the thought of me.” 

“Haechan,” you murmur, heart rate quickening as you try to think of any possible way out of this conversation. “It’s not what you think it is.”

“I think it’s exactly what I think it is.” he counters with a mischievous wiggle of his brows, and you whimper in panic, desire starting to blaze in his eyes at the sound. 

“What were you doing looking at my phone, anyway?” you accuse, cursing to yourself as your voice shakes slightly.

“I’m nosy,” is all he offers in response. “And, oh, please, you wanted me to see that text. You wanted me to know that late at night,” he teases, pulling your hand closest to him away as you squeal and try to cover your ears, “you touch your pretty little pussy,” he forces your hand back down between you two with a chuckle, “and think about me.”

“Could you lower your voice, please?” you mumble nervously, and he just laughs.

“You don’t want everyone to know that you’re into me, do you?” he remarks, and you swallow thickly, looking down at your lap. “I’ll keep your little secret. For a price.”

You study him out of the corner of your eye suspiciously. “What price?”

He strokes his chin thoughtfully before leaning back and draping his arm behind you on the couch. “I’ll let you know.” His voice is teasing but there’s an ominous edge to his voice that makes you gulp.

“Hey, Yeri?” you call, and her attention is on you instantly. “Remember when, um, you hit that blinker earlier? How’s your throat feeling?”

Her eyes widen almost imperceptibly in understanding and she rubs her throat gingerly, frowning deeply. “It’s still sore. Wanna come get some water with me?”

“Yes,” you accept the offer gratefully and practically spring up from the couch, following after Yeri and ignoring, to the best of your ability, Haechan’s little snicker from behind you.

“You wanna switch seats?” Yeri asks in a low, concerned voice as you two enter the kitchen, and she laughs when you hesitate.

“I mean, I like it, I just… need a quick break.” you mumble, and she nods, pouring herself a glass of water. “Could you guys, um, hear him earlier?”

“No… why?” she scrutinizes you, and you blink, flustered. 

“He saw the group chat texts.” you mutter, and her eyes widen in alarm, setting her glass down a bit too harshly, the loud clink resonating throughout the room.

“I’m gonna kill Yurin.” she hisses.

“Not if I get there first.” you huff, and she snickers. Footsteps sound out from the living room, making their way to the kitchen, and Yeri pauses. “It’s not Haechan,” you assure her. “I think it’s Karina.”

Sure enough, Karina enters the kitchen, and Yeri looks at you in surprise. “How’d you know?”

“I recognize the footsteps.” you explain with a shrug. “Plus, the guys are wearing house slippers and we’re in, like, socks, so it makes a different sound.”

“Okay, little miss super spy.” Yeri teases with a laugh, and you giggle, pushing her playfully. “Have you recovered, you think?”

“Yeah,” you confirm, smiling. “I’m ready to go back out there.”

“What’d I miss?” Karina whines, and Yeri looks at you expectantly.

“Haechan saw the texts about me… at night… that Yurin sent.” you explain carefully, and Karina lets out a loud gasp, her hand flying to cover her mouth.

“I’m killing her.” she groans, and you and Yeri chuckle.

“Get in line, girl.” Yeri says, and Karina snorts in amusement.

“You’re gonna be okay if we go back out there, right?” Karina asks worriedly, and you’re briefly overcome with appreciation for your friends.

“I’ll be okay, I’m pretty sure. I’ll just say blinker again if anything goes wrong.” you confirm, nodding resolutely, and the crease between Karina’s brows fades away as she relaxes.

You three make your way back to the living room, fully preparing to sit back down, but thankfully, before Haechan can torment you further, Jeno inadvertently saves your life and whatever’s left of your dignity by standing up from the couch abruptly and clapping his hands together. “I’m hungry. Diner?”

“I would kill for waffles,” Karina agrees, and Mark and Haechan also stand and start to grab their belongings as you all make your way to the door and slip your shoes on. 

As you shuffle between Yeri and Karina for protection and wait as the elevator descends to the indoor garage of the apartment complex, a tickle starts to build in your throat, making you clear it quietly, then more insistently when the sensation persists. 

“You okay?” Haechan asks, hand poised over your back to pat it in assistance, and you nod.

“My throat is just… a little dry,” you mumble, and Haechan nods in understanding, reaching into his jacket and handing you a Blow Pop. “Thanks,” you mutter, pleasantly surprised as you unwrap the lollipop and stick it into your mouth. By the time the doors open on the garage floor, the flavored saliva produced by the sweet treat sitting in your cheek has almost entirely soothed your throat, and you’re feeling significantly better. 

The six of you make your way to where Jeno’s and Haechan’s cars are parked beside each other and stand behind the two cars, silently deliberating amongst yourselves.

“Well, I call shotgun.” Mark calls out, and Jeno unlocks his car, Mark sliding into the passenger seat.

“There’s no way all six of us are gonna cram into Jeno’s car,” Yeri remarks incredulously. 

“Yeah, definitely not, because my middle backseat’s seat belt isn’t working and the airbag sensors are fucked up, so it’s a seat belt or nothing in my car.” Jeno laments, and your skin starts to crawl as you realize where this might be heading. 

“So your car only seats four… and there are six of us…” you say slowly, pulling the lollipop from your lips with a muted wet pop that has Haechan eyeing you like a lion about to corner the slowest gazelle of the herd. Usually, there are seven of you, so even if you had to ride with Haechan, there’d be a third body present in the form of the lovably boisterous Yurin.

Curse Yurin’s midterms, and curse Yurin for sending that text, and curse yourself for leaving your phone where Haechan could see, and curse Haechan for being nosy—

“I’ll ride with Haechan,” Karina offers, noticing the way you become more and more quiet as you sink further into your worries. 

“No, you won’t.” Haechan says, leaning against his passenger door. Everyone looks over at him, and he just pushes off of the door, opening it and pointing directly at you. “Get in.”

“Oh, gosh.” you mumble, and you’re not sure if it’s the weed effect making you feel sluggish or you’re really that apprehensive, but you feel a bit like a puppet with sandbags for shoes, your feet hesitantly shuffling, dragging, scuffling towards Haechan’s passenger door.

“It’s an eight-minute drive,” Yeri calls to you sympathetically, and you nod, shooting her a feeble thumbs up that you don’t even believe. “We’ll see you soon!” 

“Yeah,” you croak, feeling very much like a lamb being led to slaughter, and Haechan smiles sweetly at you, baring all his teeth as you sit in his car. He closes the passenger door and crosses over to the driver’s side, opening the door and getting in. 

When Haechan finishes settling down into the driver’s seat, checking his mirror views and pulling up the GPS to the diner, he straps himself in and looks over at you, eyes scanning your frame for something—you don’t quite know what. Seemingly done with his inspection, he leans closer to you without warning and reaches for the seat belt buckle in your chair, pulling it out and over your body as he clicks it into place. The whole while, he’s invading your personal space, your breath catching in your throat as you realize his face is close enough to yours that you could probably count his lashes if you wanted to.

He turns his head ever so slightly, eyes locking on yours, and you blink rapidly in alarm, rendered immobile as he studies your face.

“You look so cute, all innocent and helpless like this.” he murmurs softly, and the tiniest of squeaks escapes you, his eyes flashing with glee at the sound. “Now stop looking at me like that,” he warns, “or I’ll kiss you.”

You blanch, trying immediately to make any other expression than the one you didn’t even know you were sporting, and he chuckles before sitting back in his seat and starting his car. He turns the air conditioning on—a strange choice, considering it’s a bit nippy outside—and pulls out of his spot, starting to drive towards the diner.

It doesn’t take long for you to get cold, goosebumps gradually appearing on your arms and legs, but you’re a bit too nervous to say anything, instead suffering in silence. You clasp your hands together in your lap, rubbing them together for warmth, and, as he stops at a red light, Haechan looks over at you, watching in fascination as you shift in your seat for any sort of friction that could warm you. After a moment, you notice his eyes fixated pointedly on your chest, and you spare a glance down to see, to your alarm, that your nipples are hard, starting to poke through your clothing, and you curse internally for wearing a thin, lacy bra that does nothing to conceal your stiffened buds.

He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, smirking in what seems like satisfaction, before refocusing his attention on the road. You cross your arms over your chest protectively, tucking your fingers into the crooks of your elbows as he drives down the road.

“We’re here,” he announces after some time, pulling into a parking spot in front of the diner and turning the car off. The cold air blowing through the vents shuts off, much to your relief, and you unbuckle your seat belt before he gets the chance, practically flinging yourself out of the car into the significantly less cold night air.

As you all file into the diner, you notice a man staring very pointedly at you and your bare legs and your chest, where your nipples have yet to go down. 

Haechan scans the room, catches sight of the man, and follows his gaze back to where you stand, his jaw clenching.

“Put this on,” Haechan murmurs, shrugging off his jacket and offering it to you. You start to take it, eager for warmth, but pause, looking at him suspiciously.

“Why?”

His gaze flicks over your shoulder at where the man from earlier sits, and understanding dawns on you. “Just—put it on for me?” 

You nod, gratefully accepting the jacket, and Haechan steps closer, draping it over your shoulders and helping you put your arms through the sleeves. 

“Thank you,” you say quietly, and he nods.

“You look cute in my jacket.” he remarks with a small smirk, and your cheeks warm.

“Thank you,” you mumble, and he trails his tongue along his bottom lip before gesturing for you to follow after him with a jerk of his head, a quick peek past him revealing the hostess who’s arrived to take you all to your seats.

When you arrive at the booth, Haechan’s right by you, gesturing for you to go in first. You do so without complaint, preferring the inner seat anyway, but it’s when Haechan slides in next to you that you realize your mistake as he closes you into the booth corner, the main obstacle between you and freedom from, well, him.

As the hostess passes out menus and you all start to look them over, you feel the side of his hand resting against the side of your thigh, making you attempt to shift away from his hand, the touch too intimate for you to handle at the moment.

Somehow, his hand finds its way back against your leg, palm turned up slightly as he lightly grazes his fingertips along your thigh, and you suck in a sharp breath, doing your best to pass it off as a cough when Haechan looks over at you, eyes twinkling with amusement.

“I think I’m gonna get the breakfast platter,” Yeri says excitedly. “It comes with pancakes, eggs prepared how you want them, homefries, and your choice of meat.” 

“That sounds so good,” you reply thoughtfully. “I think I want a burger.” 

“Yeah, a burger sounds good,” Haechan agrees, eyes slowly sliding over to study your reaction as he flattens his palm against your leg, slowly sliding it up to caress your upper thigh. Your reaction must be nothing short of rewarding, as you jolt so forcefully that you shake the table slightly, and he chuckles softly.

“You okay, girl?” Karina asks, worried, and you nod, swallowing thickly.

“I just, um…felt a tickle on my ankle. Thought it was a bug or something.” you mumble, and she nods, eyebrows still furrowed in concern.

“I know I said waffles earlier, but I kind of want these barbecue ribs,” Karina says, pointing at an entry on the menu, but you can barely make your gaze focus on where her finger touches the menu because Haechan’s hand is still very much on your thigh, and to make matters worse, you think you like it.

His hand slides up higher, the side of his thumb slipping under the hem of your skirt, and you raise your glass to your lips in an attempt to act natural, hoping and praying no one notices the way your hand is shaking slightly.

Haechan leans in closer to you, murmuring in your ear, “This must be a dream come true for you, huh?” He grips your thigh firmly, not even attempting to play it off as a casual touch anymore, and you barely manage to stifle your yelp of surprise in time. “Must have been wanting this for so long,” he breathes secretively, smiling lips grazing the shell of your ear so subtly, no one else would notice unless they were paying unnaturally close attention.

You, however, do notice. Not only do you notice, but you suck in a sharp breath of surprise, the sudden movement making the water in your cup slosh forward and spill out slightly, a few droplets dripping down your chin.

You suck your teeth in mild irritation, glaring at Haechan as you reach for your napkin, but he’s faster, his free hand coming up and wiping the liquid off of your chin.  

“Um, thanks.” you mumble, and he nods, locking eyes with you as he licks at the pad of his thumb, cleaning off the water droplets with his mouth. “Oh, dear Neptune.” you whisper to yourself, feeling more and more overwhelmed by the moment. “Where is this waitress—I need to eat something.”

“Yeah, we should let her know we’re ready to order,” Mark says, waving a hand out to flag down the waitress. As she approaches, you sneak a peek at Haechan, whose expression is surprisingly calm and neutral given the sensual, slow circles he’s drawing on your upper thigh with his thumb.

Haechan’s hand slips further in between your legs, getting dangerously close to your core, and you decide that’s enough play time for him, clamping your legs together forcefully.

“You trapped my hand, pretty girl,” he points out with a growing grin, and you ignore him even as he continues, “I didn’t know you liked it that much.”

You still don’t give him a response, staring stubbornly out the booth window, and he chuckles before withdrawing his hand from your legs with such ease that you wonder if he was ever really stuck there.

“Oh, we’re doing the silent treatment? Copy that.” he muses, nodding slowly in understanding, and you can’t help but wonder what else he has in store for you.

Today, the energy in the room is entirely different—and you don’t like it one bit.

Haechan won’t even acknowledge you today; his eyes skip over you when he scans the room like you’re not even there, or, worse, he seems to be looking completely through you at times, completely unaffected by your presence.

“Girl, did you piss Haechan off or something?” Yeri whispers to you, and your brows knit together as you shake your head. “He hasn’t made a single move on you all day.”

“I know,” you mutter bitterly.

“Maybe he’s sick,” Karina supplies in an attempt to help, but her words practically fall on deaf ears as you stare burning holes into the side of his face as he laughs at something Mark said.

“I’m about to be sick,” you mumble, your stomach twisting uncomfortably as your somewhat secret crush that used to be obsessed with you treats you like you’re nothing more than a couch cushion.

You don’t know what’s come over you, but when Haechan gets up and heads towards the kitchen. you find yourself standing to follow, mumbling that you’ll be right back to Karina.

Haechan stands with his back to you at the kitchen island, pouring a can of something—it looks like Monster—into a glass, and you take a moment to admire his slender yet lean build, the curve of his shoulders and the perfectly mussed up state of his hair—

“I know you’re there, you know.” he says calmly, and your eyes widen as you immediately attempt to look busy doing anything other than blatantly ogling him. He turns right when you’ve reached for a bag of Ruffles chips and raises an eyebrow expectantly. “You have something you want to say?”

“What do you mean?” you ask, slightly thrown off-guard, and he blinks at you impassively.

“I noticed you staring at me,” is all he says in response, and you blanch, pursing your lips carefully.

“Haechan, are you mad at me?” you ask softly, and he smirks.

“And why do you ask that?”

You fidget with the hem of your skirt nervously, averting your gaze to look at the granite countertop. “Well, you… haven’t talked to me all night.”

Haechan doesn’t say anything for a concerningly long time, prompting you to look up at him and immediately wish you hadn’t. He looks beyond smug, and painfully attractive as he leans in slightly, not close enough to get in your space but close enough to send a thrill down your spine. 

“You were giving me the silent treatment the other day, right?” he reminds you, and you hesitate, realizing you were the cause for his radio silence. “I was just returning the favor.”

“Well, don’t.” you say with a frown, and he raises his eyebrows, amused and surprised.

“Why not? Did you miss me or something?” he teases, and you balk, losing all your nerve as quickly as you’d found it.

“No!” you answer quickly, and he arches an eyebrow skeptically, prompting you to continue, “No, I just—”

“You and I don’t really talk much, anyway,” Haechan muses, leaning his back against the island as he regards you with a cocky glint in his eyes. “So what is it you really miss, hm?”

“Well—” you struggle to find your words, and something softens in Haechan’s gaze, the cocky twinkle now accompanied with a smile bordering dangerously on fondness.

“You miss me messing with you, don’t you?” he asks, and at your lack of response, nods in confirmation. “You miss me touching you?” he questions, dragging out the syllables excruciatingly slowly. He sucks his teeth when you still don’t reply and says, “I know you do. You know you do. Now just admit it.”

“I can’t,” you protest weakly, and he shrugs, raising his hands in surrender.

“You want me to touch you again? Give me what I want.” He sounds dead serious and painfully unwavering on his stance, prompting you to whimper quietly to yourself, too wrapped up in your own nerves to notice the way his eyes darken at the sound of your desperation.

“I want you to touch me.” you mumble shamefully, and his lips quirk up into the beginnings of a smile. 

“Come here; say it again.” he urges, beckoning you closer, and you hesitate, making a challenge flash in his expression before he’s poking his tongue into the inside of his cheek and chuckling. “Don’t make me come over there.”

“I want you,” you say, “to touch me,” you repeat your words from earlier, trying desperately to look anywhere but at him.

You can see him crossing the distance between you in your peripheral vision, your insides tensing with anticipation as he gets closer and closer. To your utter disappointment, he continues to walk as if he’s going to pass you, only pausing to tilt his head to the side in a patronizing display of faux sympathy.

“Good girl. Now, was that so hard?” he chuckles, not even giving you a chance to respond before he continues his path out of the kitchen, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

What in the absolute hell did you just get yourself into?

You’re coming back from the bathroom when you quite literally almost run into Haechan in the hallway. 

“Sorry,” you say, stepping to the side to get past, but he steps to the same side. You laugh awkwardly before stepping to the other side, only for him to do the same, his movements far too calculated to be a mistake, and you come to the realization that he’s intentionally blocking your path. “Haechan?” you ask quietly, nervousness creeping into your voice, and he chuckles.

He takes a step towards you, prompting you to take a cautious one backwards, and his smile widens as he advances on you, slowly but surely herding you back towards the bathroom. When your back hits the nearby wall, your eyes widen, and he mocks you, briefly widening his eyes in faux surprise before flicking his brows up suggestively and placing one hand on the wall by your head on the side you could escape from, successfully trapping you in a makeshift corner. 

“You’re so cute, really.” Haechan sighs, smiling fondly at you, but there’s a devious twinkle in his eye as he regards you.

As he closes in on you, your body is alight with nerves and anticipation, and you decide to try again, feebly calling, “...Haechan?”

“Shh, shh, shh,” he quiets you soothingly, reaching up with his free hand to brush your hair out of your face. “Don’t act like you don’t want this, baby.” As if to prove his point, he presses his knee between your legs, thigh pressing up against your clothed core, and a poorly restrained moan bubbles up in your throat.

“Haechan—” you whine, and he shoots you a smug smile.

“See, baby? I know you want it. You know I want it. That’s why you always wear these tiny fucking skirts whenever you come over,” he states, hand dropping from your face to tug at the hem of your skirt, and you gasp—both at the sudden yanking and the insistent pressing of his thigh against your core. “You like it when I do this. Bet you were waiting for me to slip my hands under your skirt to touch you.”

“Mm-mm,” you protest, but the way your hips move against him, rolling back and forth and grinding wantonly in search of relief, is telling another story, Haechan arching a brow skeptically. 

“Mm, no? You don’t like it? But, wait… what was that you said in the kitchen earlier?” he questions, a taunting lilt to his words. “‘I want you to touch me,’” he echoes your earlier request in a poor imitation of your voice. “Well, I’m touching you, baby—don’t you like it?” When your only reply is a small nod, he shakes his head disapprovingly, gaze darkening. “Words.”

“Yes,” you whimper, breath catching in your throat when he rewards you with a firm upwards press of his thigh into your core. Your movements speed up slightly as you feel that familiar tightening sensation in your abdomen, your climax not far ahead.

“Are you gonna cum just like this?” he asks, and there’s a hint of amusement to his words but it’s almost entirely overtaken by the heavy desire in his voice. 

“Mm-hm,” you whine softly, your desperation peaking as your high gets closer and closer. 

“Beg me to let you cum.” he urges, and you’re already so far gone that your shame is all but done away with.

“Please, Haechan, can I cum?” you pant urgently, a slight pleading quality to your words as you feel the beginnings of your climax, pleasure blooming between your legs in a gush of warmth. “Please?” you whimper, and something in him snaps, Haechan lurching forward and cupping your face in his hands to hold you in place as he kisses you deeply, his tongue tracing along your lower lip as you tremble and moan weakly into his mouth. 

When you move to pull away to breathe, he clutches your face more firmly, slipping his tongue into your mouth and exploring at his leisure, all the while ignoring your muffled, plaintive cries for air. 

“Haechan, I can’t breathe,” you rasp out finally, and he lets you go with a shaky inhale and an unmistakable reluctance. 

“You are so goddamn addicting.” he pants, and his hands drop to your hips, resuming the motions you weren’t aware you’d stopped. “Keep going.”

His hands keep guiding your movements, practically dragging you back and forth on his thigh as he kisses you again. This kiss is messier than the last as he sucks on your tongue and pulls back to trail his lips down your neck, stopping just above your pulse point and sucking hard, a gasp escaping you at the pleasurable sensation.

“Mine,” he grunts against your throat, sinking his teeth into a new patch of skin and sucking there, too, without a doubt leaving some form of mark behind. “All fucking mine.” he repeats, clutching your hips tighter and dragging you up his leg and closer to him, lips parting from your neck with a loud, wet pop and connecting with yours eagerly. “Gonna fucking ruin you, princess.”

“Hae—” you barely get the first syllable of his name out before he’s sealing his mouth over yours again, fingers creeping into the kiss to pry your mouth open.

“Open,” he mutters, brows furrowed in concentration. When you oblige, he taps your tongue impatiently until you let it hang out of your mouth, Haechan sucking in a deep breath as he eyes you appreciatively. Without any warning or preamble, Haechan spits directly onto your tongue, and you whimper, voice cracking slightly. “Swallow. I’m gonna do it again.” You swallow his saliva, the extra moisture in your mouth jarring but not unwelcome, and return to your previous pose of your mouth open with your tongue hanging out. 

He grins and leans in again, hovering over your waiting tongue as he drops a long, clear string of saliva from his puckered lips down to your mouth. “Don’t swallow.” He pulls back from you slightly and pushes his middle and ring finger into your mouth, the cool silver of his ring catching your taste buds as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your mouth, gliding them against your tongue to collect as much wetness as he can. “Good girl,” he coos, pleased, and you’re embarrassed by the rush of warmth between your legs that appears at the praise. “Need them nice and wet for you.”

Not wasting a minute, he snakes his slick, spit-covered fingers past the band of your underwear and starts to stroke over your folds, digits gliding amongst your arousal with embarrassing ease. 

“You’re a mess down here,” he remarks, eyes alight with glee and something wild, primal as he teases you. “You like me that much? Hm?” He seems not to need an answer as he grins cockily at you, eyes scanning your face intently to drink in your every reaction to his touch, no matter how small. He trails his fingers up, up, up until he’s brushing the underside of your clit, and you jolt, flinching away. 

“Haechan, that’s sensitive—”

“I know, baby,” he coos. “That’s exactly why I’m doing it.” With the hand not currently in your underwear, he laces his fingers with yours, the back of his hand pressed against the palm of your own, and trails your linked hands down your body to join his other hand in your underwear. “Show me,” he rasps, and you blink at him, too far gone to fully understand exactly what he means. “Show me how you do it when you’re alone—when you think of me.”

Cheeks blazing, you realize you’re in no position to refuse, so you guide his hand into massaging your clit in circles, your abdomen tensing reflexively whenever his fingers graze the sensitive underside of your clit. 

“Talk to me, baby.” he urges gently, and you whine in protest, the fire in your face increasing nearly tenfold. “Wanna hear that pretty voice tell me how you touch your little pussy.”

“I just rub it in circles like this,” you mumble, voice slightly husky with desire, and the shift doesn’t go unnoticed, if the intensifying of Haechan’s gaze means anything. 

“You don’t go inside?” he asks softly, and you shake your head.

“Doesn’t feel good when I do it,” you whimper, and he sucks in air sharply, swearing under his breath as he watches your face twist in pleasure. It’s all too much for you, having his undivided attention on you like this, and you look away, a shudder traveling through your body as another climax approaches.

“Look at me,” he coaxes, and you reluctantly oblige, pleading eyes locking on his as your peak gets closer by the second. “Only look at me.”

“Okay,” you agree, the last syllable coming out like more of a squeak, and he smiles brilliantly, the hand not pleasuring you slipping out of your underwear and lifting your shirt up to reveal your breasts in your thin, lacy light blue bra. Leaning down, he wraps his lips around one of your nipples through the fabric and starts to suck, tongue swirling around the stiffening bud so wetly that his saliva starts to darken the fabric, the warmth of his spit seeping through the fabric. 

He sucks at your nipples with an almost ferocity, alternating breasts like he can’t get enough of either, and his hand snakes around your back to unclasp your bra, Haechan pushing the garment out of the way as soon as it’s loose and latching onto your nipple with a low groan of satisfaction.

As he flicks your nipple back and forth with his tongue, his fingers stroke you closer and closer to your high until you’re so close you can practically taste the sweet, heady feeling of ecstasy. “Show me what you sound like when you cum, baby.”

“Oh—shit—oh, my God,” you hiss as your eyes screw shut tight, pleasure coursing through your body as your orgasm travels through your system. “Feels so good,” you whimper, and he hums in agreement.

“Say my name, baby.”

“Haechan—” you moan wantonly, and he lets out a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl as he tugs at your nipple with his teeth.

He doesn’t stop attending to your breasts until he’s certain he’s milked every last second of bliss from your body, alternating between sucking and flicking and swirling his tongue around the buds until you go limp, your body slumping against the wall for support. 

Finally, he pulls his arousal-coated fingers from your underwear, trailing them over your bottom lip before pushing the digits into your mouth to suck. 

You do so with an embarrassing amount of eagerness, and are just as surprised as Haechan when he pulls his fingers from your mouth and you whine in protest.

His brows shoot up into his hairline and you feel heat blazing furiously in your cheeks as he regards you with a mix of surprise and an expression that looks close to impressed.

“You like to suck, yeah?” he murmurs, and you nod hesitantly. Something flashes in his dark eyes, and he grins. “Wanna suck something bigger?”

Hesitant but undoubtedly excited, you nod, and he wets his lips before setting about unbuckling his belt and opening his jeans. 

As he does, you slowly sink to your knees, and when he looks up from his pants to see you kneeling before him, he lets out a loud swear that you fear might blow your cover.

As you stare in awe at his impressive size, you realize you’re less worried about getting caught than you are about having to stop. He watches you watch him with amusement and fascination, but the undercurrent of desire runs strong as he clicks his tongue to get your attention. 

You look up at him, and he licks his lips, exhaling a small puff of air before wrapping a hand around his base.

“This is the prettiest sight I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he praises, and you smile, heat rising to your cheeks once more. Lowering himself slightly, he cups your breasts, pressing them together and grunting, “I’m gonna fuck these one day. But now?” he says, releasing them and stroking your chin affectionately. “I’m gonna fuck this pretty mouth.”

“You ever suck someone off, baby?” he asks in a low voice, and you shake your head, making his eyes slide shut in bliss as he squeezes himself harder. “Fuck, I’m your first?”

“Yes,” you mumble shyly, and he coos affectionately at you, leaning down slightly to cup your chin with his free hand. 

“Remember when you were sucking that little lollipop the other day?” he asks, and you nod. “It’s kind of like that. Use your tongue, and the wetter it is, the better.”

You nod carefully and sit forward, letting your jaw drop open. 

“Fuck, baby. Tongue out for me?” he grunts, and you oblige, letting your tongue drop out of your mouth and lie flat for him. “So good, baby, just like that,” he encourages, leaning forward and guiding the head of his cock into your mouth. 

It feels strange but not unwelcome, and you suck gently at the head of his cock, more focused on using your tongue to explore the intrusion in your mouth. Based on the way Haechan’s breathing shallows and quickens, you suspect you’re doing a pretty good job.

“Baby, you’re so good at this,” he groans, his head tipping back before it snaps back up as he seemingly realizes he’d rather watch you. “Mouth looks so pretty wrapped around my cock like that.”

You can only manage a whimper as you boldly press forward, taking more of his length into your mouth, and he sucks in a sharp breath as you swirl your tongue around his length before tentatively flicking it over the slit in the head of his cock. He groans weakly and, emboldened, you do it again, Haechan letting out a delicious little grunt that spurs you to kick it up another notch.

You start to bob your head, doing your best to alternate between bobbing and licking, and Haechan shudders deeply, his hand releasing the rest of his cock and moving to cup the back of your head, fingers slipping into your hair. 

“Just like that—fuck—” he hisses, biting his lip as he watches you suck him off, skill increasing with every movement. When you push forward a bit too suddenly, eager to impress him, you choke briefly on his length, throat constricting slightly as your gag reflex activates slightly. “Oh, shit—”

Despite the slight ache to the back of your throat, you keep sucking, moving forward slower this time to allow your throat time to adjust to his size. When you massage the underside of his tip with your tongue, wet muscle gliding over the ridge of skin, he moans your name and it’s one of the most rewarding sounds you think you’ve ever heard.

“So good,” he pants as you bob your head up and down, and his length twitches in your mouth, giving you a hint that he’s close. “Gonna cum, baby.”

You move your head faster, sucking his length to the best of your ability with all the tricks you just learned, and his fingers grip your hair tightly as he spills into your mouth, his hips sluggishly thrusting forward as he shallowly fucks your mouth. 

“You,” he grunts, helping you to your feet so you’re face to face and kissing you deeply, “are a fast little learner.” His tongue slips between your lips and he explores your mouth eagerly, licking at your tongue and inner cheeks as you whimper, dizzied by the fervor of his kisses. 

“Baby,” he mumbles into the kiss, the urgency in his voice waking you up slightly, “I wanna eat you out. Can I taste you, princess?” When you nod, he grins brilliantly. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

He drops to his knees and slides his hands up from your ankles, hands slipping under your skirt to caress your hips. Pulling your underwear off, he drapes one of your legs over his shoulder, warm, slender fingers spreading apart your folds to get a better look at you.

When you whine softly in embarrassment, he shushes you gently, murmuring, “I just want to admire you for a second, baby, please?” He ducks his head under your skirt and sucks in a sharp breath when he’s met with the sight of your core, folds glistening with your arousal. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he breathes in awe, and before you can reply, his mouth is on you, upper lip resting just above your clit as his tongue strokes along your folds indulgently.

“Oh, my God,” you whisper, stumbling back slightly to lean against the wall behind you. Haechan moves with you fluidly, massaging your clit with his tongue as his fingers clutch your thighs, kneading the flesh with greedy, rough movements.

Tongue moving downwards towards your entrance, he prods the tip of it against your hole, chuckling when you jolt and squirm under his actions. “Don’t be shy, baby, I just want to taste.”

You nod even though he can’t see you, and he must be able to tell, because his tongue pushes forward, slowly breaching your entrance. You suck in a loud breath as his tongue delves further into you, occasionally coming out to slurp up the arousal dripping from your hole. 

“Tastes so good, baby,” he moans, his nose rubbing against your clit as he slowly starts to move his tongue in and out inside of you. The feeling is strange but amazing, a slightly ticklish element to the pleasure you’re receiving as he tongue-fucks you. 

Slurping loudly and moaning even louder, Haechan loses himself in your core, alternating between tongue-fucking you and licking at your folds and clit, leaving sloppy wet kisses that make your mind spin.

“Yeah, you like that?” he grunts, sucking at your clit hard before slipping his tongue out to stroke the sensitive underside of the sensitive bud. “You like when I kiss your pretty pussy? Hm? Do you like it when I make out with your sweet little pussy?”

“Yes,” you whimper, fingers clutching at his head over your skirt. When you get a good grip on him, you start to pull him closer, wanting more of his touch.

“Always so good��so shy and innocent.” Haechan murmurs, words slightly muffled from his oral ministrations on your pussy. “Now look at you; look how bad you’re being.”

“Haechan, please,” you breathe, and he turns his head to suck at your inner thighs, no doubt leaving a mark or two in his wake.

“Wanna see just how bad I can make you be.” he coos before surging forward to lap at your core eagerly, losing himself once more in the taste of you. “Fucking delicious, baby, you taste so good for me.”

He sucks and licks and kisses—even nibbles a bit—until your legs are shaking and your grip on his hair is iron-clad. You briefly consider the extremely compromising position someone might find you in if one of your friends walked down the hall and are surprised to find that not only do you not care, but there’s even a smidge of excitement when you think about getting caught like this, with Haechan’s head under your skirt and your breasts exposed.

“Haechan, I’m—I think I’m gonna—” you pant out, and he nods fervently, tongue slipping out of your entrance to flick your clit back and forth rapidly, a sharp whine slipping from you.

“Cum for me, baby—cum all on my tongue.” he urges, pulling you closer as he feverishly laps at your clit and entrance, shaking his head from side to side rapidly to run his tongue along your core back and forth. “That’s it, pretty girl, just let go.” he purrs, coaxing your climax out of you, and you do just that, letting the coil wound tight in your abdomen snap and letting the pleasure flood through your body.

“Haechan—” you whimper, and he hums soothingly as his tongue massages your clit once more, thoroughly milking your orgasm for all its worth. When the trembling of your legs has calmed down slightly and you’ve started to breathe normally once more, he pops his head out from under your skirt and winks up at you, chin and lips covered in your arousal.

“You’re addicting, baby; could eat your pussy for hours.” he says as he rises to his feet. A look downwards grants you the sight of his erection, fully hard once more, and you swallow thickly before looking up at him only to see that he’s already watching you with a small grin on his face. “Think you can handle one more?”

You’re nodding before you even realize it, and Haechan beams at you, drawing closer and closer until you’re flat against the wall. 

Nudging your legs apart, he settles between them and aligns his tip with your entrance, looking up from where your bodies meet to your face.

“Ready, baby?” he asks, and you nod carefully, eyes drifting back down from his face to where the thick head of his length presses against your core. “Good girl,” he breathes before pushing into you slowly, covering your mouth with his palm as you gasp out loudly. “Baby, they’ll catch us if you keep making noise like that.”

“S-Sorry,” you stammer, but it’s a muffled apology given that Haechan’s hand is still firmly clasped over your mouth. “So full,” you whisper in awe, and he chuckles lowly in your ear, lips pressing to the spot just behind your lobe. 

“Feel so tight around me, baby,” he grunts, his labored breathing in your ear telling you that he’s just as affected as you are. “So fucking good—”

“Haechan, move,” you whisper urgently as he bottoms out in you, and he obliges, pulling out to the tip and pushing into you again. A loud whoosh of air escapes your lungs, and he sucks your earlobe into his mouth, making you let out a loud whimper that would have been much louder had Haechan’s hand not muffled it.

“I’m starting to think you want to get caught.” Haechan murmurs with a smile on his lips as he kisses along your jaw and moves his hand to kiss you. 

“Mm—! No, I don’t—” you insist through your cries of pleasure, and he shakes his head with a taunting grin.

“Yes, you do,” he teases. “You want all our friends to come in this hallway and see me fucking you like the perfect little fuckdoll I always knew you could be.”

“Hae–chan—” you stutter, tiny noises leaving you with every powerful thrust of his hips. He’s so good, so big and thick, and he’s filling you up just right and hitting all the right places, and it becomes too much very quickly, an overwhelming amount of pleasure rushing through your body as he fucks into you. If it couldn’t get worse for you, he reaches between you two and his fingers find your clit, rubbing it in quick circles just like you showed him earlier. “Fuck—stop—too much—”

“Doesn’t that feel good, baby?” he coos, shifting himself to angle his hips into you just right so that every snap of his hips sends his tip fucking directly into your g-spot. 

You feel warmth behind your eyes, the telltale pricking at the corners that you know all too well, and the first tear drops before you can wipe it away, another tear following after that as the pleasure all but consumes you.

“Aw, baby, don’t cry, it feels good,” he consoles you, reaching up with his free hand to wipe your tears away. 

“So good—too good—” you babble, and he laughs at that, brows furrowing at the end as you clench around him.

“It can’t be too good, baby—you’re not making sense anymore.” he says with a playful lilt, and you whimper, more tears falling as you sniffle pathetically. “Fuck, you’re so pretty when you cry.”

“Wanna cum—Haechan, please let me cum—” you beg, and his movements stutter, Haechan looking at you in surprise.

“Yeah? Baby wants to cum?” he grunts, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as your walls flex around him again. “Fuck, I love when you do that—feels so good—cum for me, baby.” 

Not needing to be told twice, you promptly fall apart around him with a messy string of swears and “please” and utterances of Haechan’s name as your nails dig into his forearm, making him wince slightly. You’re sure you look a mess, eyes wet and glossy as tears stream down your cheeks, but Haechan’s drinking in your appearance like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Baby—I’m close—fuck—” Haechan grunts. “Gonna cum—where do you want it?”

“Want it inside of me, please—” you croak weakly, and he lets out a sound that’s a mix between a smug chuckle and a moan.

“Can’t believe you were skittish as a mouse just the other day, and now you’re begging for my cum. Want me to fill you up?” he pants, hips driving into yours with reckless abandon. 

“Please—” you whimper, and he swears under his breath.

“Fuck—take it all, baby,” he urges, hips pressing into yours as he buries himself in you and empties his load. “It’s all for you,” he says breathlessly as his length twitches inside of you.

He stays inside of you for a moment, both of you attempting to catch your breath, before he slowly pulls out, tucking himself back into his pants and helping you fix your skirt back into place. To your confusion, he hooks his fingers in your underwear, pulling the thin, arousal-soaked fabric down and off your legs. 

“Um…” you start, and Haechan looks over at you, brows raised expectantly. “Those are mine,” you state, pointing at the fabric in his fist.

“And now,” he hums, bringing them to his face and inhaling deeply, eyes sliding shut in bliss just in time to miss your scandalized expression. “They’re mine. C’mon; you should use the bathroom.”

He loops his fingers around yours, other hand stuffing your underwear in his back pocket as he leads you to the bathroom.

When the door closes behind you, you sit down on the toilet with slightly shaky legs, taking a moment to think about everything that just occurred. 

You would have never in a million years thought that you’d have sex with Haechan, let alone in the hallway—let alone, with your friends in the very next room. However, as you think over the events that just transpired, your body is filled with a warm thrum of satisfaction, and you can’t seem to find an ounce of regret. 

“Girl, where the hell were you?!” Karina exclaims, fussing over you as soon as you reappear in the living room. “We’ve been texting and calling for ages!”

“Oh,” you mumble, pulling your phone from the little pocket in your skirt. “It’s been on Do Not Disturb,” you explain sheepishly, and Karina rolls her eyes hard.

“Don’t do that again. You had us worried sick. What were you even doing for so long?”

“Um… well, Haechan and I,” you start, casting a side glance to the couch where Haechan sits and hesitating slightly when you see that he’s watching you intently, not an ounce of shame in his expression. “We hooked up.” you say finally, straightening your back slightly and standing up taller.

Yeri’s jaw drops. “About damn time.” she remarks, and you narrow your eyes at her.

“Hush, you.” you huff, looking over at where Haechan sits once more. He locks eyes with you and grins, patting the empty spot next to him and wiggling his eyebrows playfully, and you smile, looking away from him to address your bewildered friends. “I’ll explain everything later—”

“Yeah, yeah, just go, girl.” Karina chuckles. “He’s waiting,” she sing-songs, and you elbow her slightly before shooting them a bright smile and a small wave and making your way to sit next to Haechan. 

When you sit down, Haechan drapes his arm around you on the back of the couch, and you can feel the heat creeping to your cheeks.

“So,” he says carefully, taking a hit of his pen and exhaling slowly before he continues, “I know this is a little backwards of me, but… do you wanna go out sometime? Like, on a date?”

“I’d like that,” you reply with a bashful smile, and he grins, relieved.

“Great. Now in the meantime,” he says, looking pointedly towards the hallway before looking back at you expectantly, “I have a nice ass TV, snacks, and a strong ass edible with your name on it in my room. You down?”

You don’t even hesitate. “I’m down.” you agree, smile widening, and he nods, satisfied. He stands from the couch and offers you his hand, which you take as he pulls you to your feet.

As you trail after him towards his room, fingers still locked with his, you can’t help but notice the familiar peek of fabric sticking out of his back pocket, and your eyes widen in alarm.

“Haechan!” you whisper loudly, and he looks back at you with raised brows. “My, um, underwear is sticking out of your pocket.”

“So?” he answers simply, and you pause, brain buffering for a moment.

“So?”

“Yeah. No one knows it’s your underwear but you and me,” he points out as you reach his bedroom door. He swings it open and gestures for you to enter first, head dipping down to your ear as you pass by. “So it’s our little secret.”

“Oh,” you mumble, thinking it over. “Okay.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he says encouragingly, guiding you to his bed and gesturing for you to sit down. “Now, what do you want to watch?”

“Uh, we can watch Family Guy,” you suggest, and he looks at you, pleasant surprise written on his handsome features, before he nods and picks up the TV remote.

“Good choice,” he praises, sitting down beside you against the headboard of his bed. “Perfect show to play in the background while we make out.”

“Oh—” you stammer, blinking in surprise, and he snorts, eyes fond as he scans your bashful demeanor.

“I’m kidding.” he assures you, and you can’t help but frown slightly. Unfortunately for you, this doesn’t go unnoticed by Haechan, and he chuckles. “You wanted to make out, didn’t you?”

“A little bit,” you mumble, and he grins, leaning in closer to you.

“That can be arranged.” he murmurs, still smiling as his lips meet yours.

[empatheticxangel-archive]

Slides Miranda and Polly ( prankmasterz ) both into the Matchmaker meme because yes please :3c

Match Maker || ACCEPTING

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Almost Perfect!     - ❤❤❤❤

His wings floofed up immediately at this. “I absolutely adore Miri, she’s sweet and the way she talks is very pleasing and I just love the way her fins flutter when I play with her hair.~. I think we’d work out great but the culture difference would be kind of hard to get accustomed to. The Merkingdom and the Angel Country are just so different and their methods for doing things sometime reach outside my comfort zone but otherwise I think it could work!”

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@prankmasterz

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Neutral                 - (Explain why)

“Cute, and kinda ironic but I don’t really know how this would work. She’s a lot different from me. While Miranda and I can bond over our lifestyles being somewhat similar, its like Polly is from another world. I’ve never even been to a party outside of the social functions mom goes to, dad would have my tail feathers if I even thought of touching drugs. I don’t really think she’d like hanging out with me that much anyway.”

[topsyturvy-turtely]

When you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers

am i seriously one of your favorite followers???

thanks so much for the ask 🥰 i need to work on my self love but... i'll try :)

i like my humor (i sometimes feel like only i do but let's ignore that haha)

i like my writing. it feels like i'm actually good at something for once

i like that sometimes... if i try really hard and work on it for a long time... i am good at drawing (check this out)

i am a hufflepuff. and i love that about me. i am a very kind & honest person (at least i am trying to be but my sister tells me i am too nice for this world and that i am like the worst liar ever so there is that. but i am still a lying bitch hahaha)

if i like something/someone i will get really invested in it/them. i hope that's a good thing..?

i'll just tag some of my favorite followers under the cut

@justanobsessedpan (obviously - bestie *~* you're so damn talented i die every time i see one of your artworks) @helloliriels (seriously i love everything you post) @peanitbear (you're just too sweet to me) @loki-lock (the best 3 tags always xD) @mxster-jocale (how do i deserve your kindness and support?) @musingsofmyown (the ficlets, +.+! (and the taaags omg they are amazing xD) @delightful-fear (i love all your stories and can't wait for more! you also just seem like such a fun cool person!) @kettykika78 (idek if you follow me but i love you and you are so damn talented) @so-youre-unattached-like-me (food bestie xD) @timberva (you're are just a cinnamon roll, sprinkled with talent) love y'all and there are so many more favorite followers!!! ♡

[skribblz]

Catch Up Game

@jade222 thank you for the taaag! <3

Last Song: ...actually listening to "Dr. Stone OST: Epic and Motivational Soundtrack" as I type

Currently Reading: found this incredible sengen fic that I'm reading through again

Currently Watching: The Irregular at Magic High School and probably something stupid in youtube lol

Currently Craving: decent eyesight, a good ole scream into the void, more sengen content (holy crap 3 of my answers are related to dr. stone, I need help), idk snacks maybe?

frick no idea who's been tagged already but: @vqler @rosileeduckie @giggly-squiggily @intheticklecloset @laughsofhappiness @ticklishscumbag @hexalianrebel-blackfeathers @alecisweird @flames-tstuff @duckymcdoorknob @veryblushyswitch

no need to do this if you dont want to! hope yall are having a wonderful day/night <3

[himboskywalker]

Taaag it’s gonna be my birthday tmw and I’m so in my feelings about celebrating alone but I’m planning on drinking a bottle of champers and re reading CMWIA and then Invictus in a row. My sappy ask is whether Anakin and Obi-Wan have like an “official” wedding after everything is out in the open since their original one was sort of tainted by Palpatine? (If that’s spoiling too much I’ll take any of your porny HCs too heheh)

Happy birthday dear!!!!!I’m so sorry you’re celebrating alone this year but I hope you eat your favorite food and have a lovely day doing whatever you love most! I can’t tell you about the wedding because it is a bit spoilery but I can certainly give you some spicy hcs!

Let’s go with an established hc world where our boys have fallen into an established relationship and our beloved Hoebi-Wan has to draw poor,bashful and easily pleased Anakin into some more exciting and adventurous scenarios as their relationship progresses.

Anakin is the sort who loves two types of sex especially. Syrupy slow and languid love making at night where Obi-Wan pets his cheeks and caresses his hair and tells him how good he is. And impassioned and breathless encounters after battle or when the force gets too loud and he wants Obi-Wan to take him fast and hard and rattle the noise and energy out of his bones.

But Anakin is a person of spontaneity and he’s never been much for premeditation or planning. He’s certainly a “I need you now,” kind of person. Which Obi-Wan certainly has no complaints of,but he’s also the sort who would love the anticipation and slow buildup or planning adventurous forays in the bedroom.

Obi-Wan would delight in enticing Anakin into panties and stockings and making him come with his mouth through the fabric,with all the lingerie still on.

He would also delight in teaching Anakin patience and edging him and drawing out the pleasure until he cried and begged for it. Obi-Wan’s favorite sex between them would be when he had time to really just break Anakin apart until he felt like white noise in the force and was nothing but an arching begging mess saying “master please,force master please.”

Anakin would have the most insatiable oral fixation and would delight in shoving Obi-Wan into every nook and shadowed cranny of the temple and going to his knees on the marble and taking Obi-Wan into his mouth with both of their clothes still on. He would love it so much that Obi-Wan learned the best way to teach Anakin patience was to force him to simply hold Obi-Wan and warm him in his mouth without sucking or taking him deeper. It always took him from a frantic and pawing mess,desperate to have Obi-Wan come down his throat,to something blurry eyed and blissed and languid from being good and keeping him in his mouth so long that drool leaked down his neck. Sometimes,if he was especially keyed up and needing his mind and force signature calmed,simply making Anakin wait on his knees with Obi-Wan soft and warm against his tongue for what felt like hours was enough to make him come untouched into his pants.

The first time Anakin fingerfucked Obi-Wan they both came before he could do anything more than get 2 fingers knuckle deep.

Obi-Wan found the most successful way to thoroughly distract Anakin when he was truly and incandescently angry,was by straddling his face and pressing his knees against his ears and holding his head to his pelvic bone by the tight grip of curls. Anakin would go wobbly in their bond with tears in his eyes and take Obi-Wan and keep taking him until he had nothing left to give and Anakin would slump against the bed, sweaty and pleased,with come smeared against his lips.

With the way Obi-Wan knew how to take Anakin apart so easily it took Anakin a while to finally understand just would make him lose control and go as desperate as Anakin usually was. It was always when he pleased Obi-Wan exactly,when he had treaded an unrealized line just right. It usually involved exemplary self control and patience,or uncharacteristic sweetness instead of his usual mouth( which Obi-Wan also loved). He would be especially calm or grounded while Obi-Wan licked inside of him,even as he throbbed and leaked and radiated desperation into the force. It always came as such a surprise,that after what felt like an eternity of kneeling silent of grinding his teeth to exert self control,that Obi-Wan would suddenly flip him over and take him hard and desperate how he wanted,or he would get that passionate glint in his eye as he told Anakin how good he was for him.

Obi-Wan found that when they went on private missions,if he made Anakin wear a plug during their travel time in hysperspace on the ship,that when he finally pulled it out of him and fucked him that Anakin could come untouched like that,clenching around him and scrabbling at the cockpit ceiling where he would climb into his lap and ride him.

Anakin wasn’t good at dirty talk. He couldn’t say the filth Obi-Wan did with the same lilt or tone of seduction. But sometimes,when they were especially at each other’s throats from stress or aggrevation or too much time in the others back pocket,if he got in Obi-Wan’s face and purred master just right then he could goad Obi-Wan into fucking him against the wall right there.

As bashful as Anakin was,he had an odd exhibitionist streak that Obi-Wan rarely indulged in because secrecy and Jedi. But sometimes,when they were on some distant and obscure Outer Rim spaceport where anonymity gave them everything,he would let Anakin suck him off in the open,only half hidden in the shadows of their ship or a durasteel alley. Anakin would always be so loud in these rare moments,moaning and gagging and palming himself through his pants like he was more desperate for Obi-Wan to come against his tongue than anything else in the galaxy.

The first time Obi-Wan told Anakin he loved him when he was pushed inside of him Anakin came so hard he accidentally knocked out half the electricity in the temple with the force.

[meyerlansky]

i was tagged by @runn0ft [thank you! 🖤] to post seven sentences from my current WIP and tag seven people to do the same, which is difficult considering i have... about six WIPs i’m actively working on at the moment and more on the back burner. anyway, have some burakhovsky:

For a second he thinks Dankovsky hasn't budged since yesterday, that he's slumped over the desk, unmoving, and Artemy's heart leaps into his throat. But—no, it's just that damn coat of his, draped over the back of the chair. The Bachelor, in contrast, sits bolt upright in his bed when Artemy takes a step into the loft, eyes dark and unfocused. His hand spreads wide against the sheet by his hip—looking for that pistol, probably—but it doesn't take him long to go from alert to annoyed.

Artemy almost winces, because Dankovsky clearly needs the rest—the man is all sharp angles and dramatic contrast, the shock of hair falling over his forehead startlingly dark against his too-pale skin. It doesn't help that Dankovsky's stripped of most of his armor, down to a loose white shirt, not a stitch of black or red on him. He already looks like a ghost, Artemy thinks, and it's not a pleasant thought to have.

and NO PRESSURE but for my seven people i will taaag @iceskatingmobsters @rucchi @metronomeblue @platoapproved @strangestquiet @playerprophet and @enjoythepetrichor 

[nightglider124]

2020 Creator’s Self-Love Extravaganza/Creator Tag Meme/8 Favorite Works

Tagged by @tarisilmarwen  - Thanks for the tag, gurl! <3

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 8 favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Well, shit. I have uploaded practically nothing in 2020 LOL. Like... I’m cheating with my answers but hey, we’re gonna count my favourite robstar week oneshots as individuals cos otherwise, I don’t even make half of the 8 lmao.

1.) Subscribe

Ahh, my current main multi-chapter AU fic that I actually started in August 2019 but I reckon it has seen most updating this year, tbh. It’s honestly one of my favourite AU concepts that my brain has ever birthed. A YouTube AU with Gar as the channel owner just feels like such a Gar thing and I’m so excited to keep going with it in 2021. 

2.) Nova 

I actually love this oneshot that was completed and submitted as part of my involvement in the dickkory zine that was created early 2020. I only posted the excerpt on tumblr which you can find by clicking ‘Nova’ as I thought I’d keep the whole thing just as an exclusive thing for the zine. But, I really loved writing that and felt my final piece was pretty great considering there’s a word limit and a specific theme to follow and it was such good fun, all in all so loved that one. 

3.) Simulation

I actually forgot about this oneshot until I was scrolling through my tumblr tags like ‘wtf did i even write this past year??’ and I remembered the atrocity that was JLD: Apokolips War and how the burning need to write a fix it fic for all my dickkory pals was literally overwhelming. I was actually pretty happy with the final product, despite it’s length. And also, it gave me the dcamu dickkory ending that I wanted lmao.

4.) Robstar Week - Day 1: Star-Aligned/Destiny

I think I was actually pretty negative about this when I initially posted it for Robstar week but since then, I have come to appreciate that writing anything during this last shit show of a year is a miracle so y’know, we’ll take it as a win lmao. I actually really did enjoy writing a oneshot that’s mostly between Dick and Wally and talking about Starfire cos it makes me smile. 

5.) Robstar Week - Day 3: Tamaran

Another addition for Robstar week that I actually really enjoyed reading as I love writing little moments such as these between the two dorks. Anything that is remotely adorable and intimate in a fluffy way is like heaven to me; whether I’m reading it or if I happen to be writing it XD.

6.) Robstar Week - Day 4: Fantasy AU

My absolute faveeeee for Robstar week, to the point, I am now in the midst of planning a whole AU multi-chapter fic around it. I fell in love with the idea of Dick basically being akin to a Witcher and being paid to ‘deal with’ Kory, a magic user which is prohibited in the lil made up world. I honestly vibed with the idea so much and even now, I love it. There’s so many more details and plot I wanna add into it so it will eventually be a whole fic but... it’s been shelved for a little while til I get Bound and Subscribe updated to where I want them. 

7.) Robstar Week - Day 6: Wedding Bells

I may start to sound like a broken record but this happens to be another submission from robstar week that I really smiled at whilst writing. It was great to take a fairly common prompt and just do an actual wedding so it was fun to slightly spin that around for how I wrote it instead. 

8.) Robstar Week - Day 7: Constellations

I already mentioned how I love writing Robin and Starfire in these little cute and intimate moments that are filled with sugary fluff. This is kind of another one. I really do believe they would have these little games or things between them such as a game revolving around constellations and guessing. Idk I just really enjoyed this one as well.

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I honestly did not think there were gonna be 8 to list lmao. I wasn’t overly active in 2020 due to... *gestures around me* the state of the world for the majority of the year. I’m hoping 2021 will be a more productive year for me in terms of updating current projects as well as bringing some new things to the fic table. 

I taaag: @fireflyxrebel-writes @loubuggins @stefanotis @ships-bynoa and @spaceprincessem + anyone else who wants to jump in on this!! <3

[let-it-show]

All The Love I Found In You 8/?

Please find part 7 right here! SAP CONTINUES but these two have an important talk and Anna just...really needs reassurance. And then they get loose. Part 9 is HERE! Taaag for @hellodemoiselle !

"Comfy." The words cut through the silence in the study, disrupting the peace slightly but Elsa didn't care.

She was perched on top of the desk she had been doing paperwork at that very morning, legs dangling carefully over the edge. It was a bit cold in the room. With effort she was able to ignore it, plus she was distracted anyway.

Anna had plopped herself down in the big chair and leaned forward with her arms around Elsa's waist. She rested her head in her lap and practically purred as Elsa stroked her head. "Comfy," she repeated.

"Don't fall asleep yet," Elsa gently commanded, picking up her drink with her free hand. She was halfway through it and already feeling it. She wasn't sure why Anna chose the study to be in, but it was quiet and no one would even think to come in there.

The door was locked regardless.

A couple of lit candles carefully placed on the desk were all they had for light. It was perfect.

"I won't sleep." Anna sighed contentedly. "I want to be here awake and with you and no one else. I may never sleep again if I have you."

"Oh Anna. You'll sleep. You have to sleep." Elsa continued to pet her head as her mind traveled to the events of the evening. She thought about what she had learned, about Anna crying. How much sleep had she lost due to her sadness? "I want you sleeping, want you rested. Not this moment, but later," she whispered.

Anna made a little sound. "I've been rested. I sleep so well when you're here...ex-except I don't want to..."

"Anna..." Elsa spoke carefully. She didn't want to approach the subject but she knew she had to. While her head felt warm and lips loose she should take advantage. "Anna, we need to talk about how you've been doing," she said as she traced her finger around her back, thinking for a second about how strange it was to caress herself. Oddy it didn't throw her off as much as it should. Knowing it was Anna in there helped enough.

"Nooo..." Anna tightened her arms around her.

"Nooo?" Elsa repeated in curiosity.

"I don't want to think about that, I don't want to talk about it, I just want to stay like this. Stay..."

Her response surprised Elsa, a little. She thought Anna might protest anything was wrong, might try to hide it. Anna was not like her generally when it came to her feelings. She expressed and she expressed freely. However she had been hiding her deep sadness from Elsa very actively going by Kristoff's words. "We don't have to move. I just want to talk to you."

Anna's forehead was buried in her thigh, her words almost too muffled. "No...I can't think about that, I can't I can't I won't. Stay, please."

"...I am staying." Elsa tried to ignore that she felt her waist and thighs getting a little frosty. "Anna I'm staying."

"What if you come back to this body and you feel your power and the spirits...what if they make you go back?"

Elsa felt her shoulders trembling ever so slightly. "They won't." Anna's words held weight, she understood it. It was normal to think she might change her mind when back to her own body. Elsa knew she wouldn't though. She was in a storm for the same reason Anna wept. Elsa sipped her drink again."My magic will not pull me back to Ahtohallan. It will not tell me I should not and cannot be with you."

Still, the trembling grew and cold air began to curl around them both. "And if it does? If your magic decides it's bad, will you listen?"

"It won't, it-"

"Will you?" Anna pressed, her voice a bit louder.

"No. Anna? My heart and mind work alongside my magic, they know my true love and desires. My magic will not-will not defy them to push us apart. Can't you feel it yourself?" she asked. With what she had seen Anna display with it, she was sure it worked in the same fashion. It felt especially so as tiny specks of ice cold kissed her skin, snow soon to form.

Anna then raised her head and looked up at Elsa. "My magic...your magic." Her eyes were red with tears already slipping and it shocked Elsa. She'd felt her shaking, but... "With you it feels so good and it just grows, it blossoms through me. It's wonderful. I want you to have it back, but until then, my heart feels so open. I hope I feel so good when this power flows back to you."

"Oh Anna. Your heart has always been so open." Elsa skimmed her fingertips along her face. "Don't cry. Ssshh. Don't cry Anna." Seeing Anna cry was never pleasant, and even worse when she knew she was the reason. She kept stroking her face.

Somehow that made her tears slip faster. Ice spread over the ceiling in a thin sheet. "I was so happy those three years. I had you and you were safe and free and I thought you were happy, especially whenever we would spend our days together. We were making a life together with new traditions and new memories. I thought it would last forever."

"I WAS happy Anna. You were right. And-"

"Mother and father took us away from each other so many years ago. I've forgiven them as much as I can, I understand, but they broke our hearts. Then, later we followed their story to the northern forest, and they...mother, father, someone...tore us apart again. What if we find something new, Elsa? We still have more to learn about them with those soldiers back and settling in. What if there's another adventure and it takes you away?"

Elsa had to think over it carefully. She intended to never leave her again, but she did yearn to know whatever she could, and do whatever was right by Anna. Her heart told her she would never have to leave her to help her, while her brain...actually agreed. They were soulmates. Now that they knew that, separating was not an option...and even if they weren't, she still wouldn't leave. "I will not leave you. Where I go, you go and where you go, I go. Mother and father made a big mistake keeping us apart." Elsa said nothing of Ahtohallan. She'd told Anna she saw their mother there and sang with her. But more had come between them than their parents in the enchanted forest and she knew now to be more careful.

Anna didn't want Elsa dying for the sake of being everything for everyone. Elsa only wanted to be everything to and for Anna, though. She gently slid her hand down to her sleeve. "Stand up Anna, come closer." Elsa tugged gently.

"Why?"

"Just do it, please."

Anna frowned, but slowly released her hold on Elsa.She pushed herself up from the chair with a slight wobble, standing before Elsa. She stepped closer to Elsa, reaching back out to her.

Elsa took her in her arms and snuggled against her warmth. She closed her eyes tightly, and felt that telltale shift once more. It didn't even surprise her as it happened, and she knew it wouldn't last long.

She opened her eyes and she was in her body. Her eyes hurt from crying, her mind was drunk and she felt her world swaying. Strong emotions clouded her thoughts and she was finding it hard to grasp the sudden switch from a sober brain. As arms tightened around her Elsa's mind found its focus in Anna and she was instantly overwhelmed.

'AnnaAnnaAnna' her mind repeated over and over and she found herself brushing her lips across Anna's forehead in a second, maybe less. One hand raised to gently grasp the back of Anna's head as Elsa kissed her by her eyes, turned her head and kissed the shell of her ear, followed by the side of her head.

"Elsa," came Anna's voice softly and she reached to place her palms on either side of Elsa's face. "I can think now, Elsa, but I still feel...I'm afraid of you going away again, I..."

An immense weight of emotion seemed to slam Elsa's chest, forcing her forward and down. She couldn't control it. A swirl of snow casually trailed around them as her love found various forms. How could she love Anna so intensely and not feel drunk all the time? Her arm wrapped around Anna's waist and she pressed their lips together.

Unlike before she pressed a little further. Her tongue gently swept against her sister's soft, pretty lips. For a split second she thought she wouldn't be granted access, but Anna's lips parted to welcome her. Elsa nearly smiled against her before slipping her tongue in to dance with Anna's. Her head was swimming; if she stopped kissing her she'd be so dizzy she wouldn't be able to function.

Anna kissed her back eagerly, fingers trailing down her back. It felt natural, it felt comfortable. Their souls again were merging and caressing one another with the most tender touches.

She wanted to say over and over she would never leave Anna again. Anything to assure the precious girl she held. But to speak she would have to stop kissing her. The way their lips moved together encouraged her to keep going. The way their eyes stayed on each other...

It was Anna who withdrew, her cheeks flushed and deep, excited breaths making her chest rise and fall. Her eyes were bright as they stayed on Elsa. "That...Elsa..." she struggled to say and if Elsa couldn't so alertly sense otherwise, she would have panicked that Anna was filled with shock and regret. "THAT was true love's kiss," Anna continued.

"So it was," Elsa replied as she offered a lopsided and drunken smile. There was a storm inside, working up in strength as her love only grew. She stroked Anna's cheek and her heart pounded so much it nearly hurt. "I love you Anna, I love you so much." Her eyes closed and all she could hear was Anna's voice.

"I love you Elsa. I always have."

It lasted longer than she had thought it would and soon enough, Elsa was back in Anna's body. While she was grateful for the properly working mind, she had hoped they would finally stay, that the right fingers would brush the right face. It seemed that wasn't to be and she wondered what would make it happen.

Anytime they had switched was during a highly emotional moment, and it didn't take a lot of thought to realize their switch was connected to their feelings for each other. They loved each other so much and Elsa wasn't sure what else there was to express.

That was...unless Anna continued to hide some of her sorrow. When had she learned to do that?

Oh, right. Elsa spent over a decade teaching her.

Anna had moved in close again and rested her head against Elsa's chest while Anna pet her hair. "Anna...how long have you hidden your sadness?"

"For as long as I can remember." Anna's voice was barely above a whisper. "You were suddenly gone and I was lonely, I was so lonely. I know you were too. But I didn't know why I was lonely, I thought I was being punished for years and years. I didn't know what I did..." She sounded so small.

Ruining her sister's life for so many years hurt her more than she could express. "Anna..."

"I felt empty when we returned from the forest. I felt so lost. I thought it would work itself out but it never did. You weren't here." They were starting on that path again. Elsa could see it wouldn't exactly resolve itself while Anna was drunk.

She picked up her cup to finish her drink and shifted in the meantime. "Anna, we need to get you to bed. You had a lot to drink and your mind isn't being kind with you.."

"Yes it is! You're here...well...my head keeps thinking you'll leave." "Exactly. Let's get up," she said and carefully took Anna's hands to remove them, moving her legs off the desk in the meantime. "I'll bring you to bed and wrap myself around you. Anna, I will surround you so completely you won't feel afraid anymore."

"Hmm." Anna let out the tiniest of laughs as she stepped back. "I wish it worked like that. I have a - a lot to fight with, a lot to climb out of you know," she babbled.

As soon as Elsa stood she took Anna's hand. She understood what she was saying even if she hated it. "I get it." She tugged her hand. "I'm still going to try."

"And I love you for it," Anna said as Elsa wrapped an arm around her waist to take her to the door.

"Hey, Elsa? Can we...not go up to bed yet?"

"Huh?"

"It's early in the night yet. And I don't want to go right to bed with my worries still there, even if I will be hugging you all night," she continued.

That wasn't a bad idea. Elsa opened the door slowly, as if they had to sneak around their own home and castle. "Okay. What did you have in mind?"

As the door opened further, Anna suddenly lurched forward and out of Elsa's grasp. She threw her hands forward and shot a solid surface of ice to cover the floor of the hall. Then she ran right onto it and slid down the hallway. "Wheee!"

"ANNA!" Elsa tried to hurry after her and forgot herself as she stepped onto the ice. She slipped and within seconds smacked her entire being into the wall opposite the doorway. It hurt!

"Elsa! Hey careful!" Anna slid over, except too far and she fell right into Elsa. Then she giggled. "Probably shouldn't do this drunk."

Elsa wasn't drunk, but she was a little fuzzy herself. "Playing with ice drunk does go a little...weird," she said, knowing from experience. She had once iced herself into a closet. It was not a good time.

"C'mon I'll hold you up," Anna said as she straightened up on the ice. "I won't fall again, my feet feel like they communicate with the ice. Like I won't slip on it alone."

"Uh huh, but you will fall over anything else you encounter," Elsa replied but took her arm. Despite hitting a wall and being tripped over, it was funny. Her shoulder would be bruised the next day, but that was okay.

Unless of course, they woke up in the right bodies, then she would kiss it and apologize.

"How drunk do you think I am? Let's go see the party," Anna suggested and they slid that way. They passed through a door that would take them there, and Anna didn't bother removing the ice. Elsa didn't care enough to remind her.

She also didn't care to tell her she did indeed think she was pretty drunk as Anna laughed and dragged her along by the hand to entirely the wrong little room. It was  meeting room and Anna realized her mistake as soon as she got there. "Whoops. Let's go in and have a meeting!"

"What? Anna, you're ridiculous. No meetings. Only fun," she said, trying to tug her away as Anna opened the door.

"Nono! Not a real meeting. We go in, sit down, and I give you a list of all the reasons you should never stop kissing me-"

"Anna!" Elsa blushed. They both were blushing. "You...you don't have to give me reasons." She grabbed the door handle and pulled it closed. Anna was against it and Elsa stepped close to trap her there with a laugh. She braced her other hand on the doorway. "I'm right here," she whispered.

Anna offered what would have been an especially cute smile on her own face. "But I want to say things to you."

"You can still do that," Elsa told her as she kissed her nose. "I'm still listening." Then she kissed her cheek.

Elsa was fully prepared to kiss her as long as she could stand right there in that doorway. It occurred to her she usually had been kissing Anna in much more intimate and sweet moments, but her loopy mind was telling her to kiss her in every corner of the castle just to make a statement. Who was she to disobey such a fun idea?

Unfortunately at that moment Elsa picked up the sounds of people approaching from the party. She couldn't make out what they were saying yet but she turned her head and paused, deciding what they should do. She didn't want to stop. Anna didn't help by leaning forward to kiss her face a few times.

"Annaaaaa...listen."

"You'll have to make my lips stop by stopping me with mine," Anna slurred out.

"That doesn't...that....sshh." The voices.

"Cause mine are on your f...Hey people! Come on, come on!" Anna took Elsa's wrist and pushed the door open again. She tugged Elsa in with her and quickly closed it, making sure it clicked quietly instead of slamming.

Elsa was giggling as Anna pulled her back against her and the door, her back to Anna's chest. Anna's arms held her waist and Elsa leaned her head back on her shoulder as they waited and listened.

"That party burnt out fast after the queens left, yea?" came the voice of a young man.

"It sure did! Wait, the queens?" asked a second voice, also a man but a little hoarse sounding. "Only Anna is the queen!"

"Espen come on, you saw those two. Is 'sisters' what they're calling it now? Am I behind? That dance!"

"So, it was a dance, they looked like they were having fun", Espen grumbled as both stopped outside the door.

Of course they had to stop. Elsa rolled her eyes but kept listening. So, they were more obvious than she had realized.

"That was more than fun." The man laughed. "They were quite close in front of the table too, and did you know they sleep together every night?"

"Not the way we sleep together Petter. I am sure the princess and the queen have a huge bed and sleep with their clothes on, not making out for hours." There was a teasing tone in his voice and Elsa suddenly felt like she was intruding on something really private.

"Yea, they only LOOK at each other like that's exactly what they wanna do," replied Petter. "And I saw Kristoff packing! Listen, those two are totally an item. Maybe they never were sisters anyway! It's not like we know what was going on here before the gates opened and we were hired."

"They were out with their parents when they were young, before Elsa was hidden away. Don't be silly!"

"Oh, yea..."

There was chuckling. "Don't worry about it anymore, you've had far too much wine and I want to have at you once before you pass out."

"Oh Espen...you'll get me more than once. Why would I be worried? We'll have two good queens and more parties..."

"More than once, huh? That's right, I remember Laila is joining us, I hear she doesn't hold back..."

Elsa was turning redder by the second and by the way she heard the tiniest of breaths from Anna and felt her shaking, she knew she was holding back a lot of loud laughter. What did their staff get up to? Well, she really couldn't judge.

And if more of them felt the way that Petter fellow did, that was a huge relief.

"Oh, if her partner is anyone to go by-"

Evidently, Anna couldn't do it anymore. She stepped back and Elsa nearly toppled as Anna swung open the door and spun around to face the two men, both indeed young and both from the kitchen. They were shocked as Anna laughed and then pointed at them, several teenie ice fireworks springing out and around them.

"I KNEW IT!" She declared and reached for Elsa.

Elsa let her hand be grabbed and just went along with Anna. She felt very embarassed for the two men. She felt rude for listening. "Sorry-"

That was all she got out before Anna burst out with something else. "I've seen you two in the kitchen- I knew it! Have fun!" she laughed and tugged Elsa away suddenly, taking off with her. She was still laughing and they were very quickly going away from the party once again.

As they went, Elsa found herself calming down and enjoying the moment, having fun with Anna like they were kids pulling hijinks. They were making up for lost time, maybe. Anna was giggling, so Elsa started to. Anna brought her to the library, pausing at the door. "You have to kiss me here, too," she said suddenly, a bright smile on her red face.

"Here?" Elsa asked but she stepped forward and Anna was against the door again.

"Here. Against every door!

"You kind of read my mind," Elsa said softly, remembering how she wanted to do that in every room. She decided not to take too much time as she smoothed her hand over Anna's shoulder.

"Every doorway, every passage will be one where we've stood joined. I like it that way. It's less empty that way," Anna told her shyly. Her snowmen showed on the wall like a snowy projection, following butterflies and staring at the sun.

"I like that," Elsa replied as she closed the distance between them, once again giving her yet another soul consuming kiss.

They made it to another three doorways before Anna iced the ground again. Elsa lost her footing entirely and went down hard, her hip very sore by the time they wound up in the bedroom. Anna had apologized over and over and felt terribly guilty, but Elsa didn't feel bothered by it.

Oh it hurt, it definitely hurt! Her shoulder still throbbed as well. But she was too high off the emotion of the night. Having never been one to date or  pursue romance, she wondered if she currently felt the feeling most couples did - excitement, electricity, joy. But her feelings for Anna had to run more extreme than that, right? Was it romance, what she felt for her sister? It didn't need to be defined, but she still thought about it.

It had to be some kind of romance, she thought, as they stripped themselves of their dresses. Well, Elsa stripped herself, while Anna simply remade her gown from the night before. When Elsa had her dress off Anna gently touched her side and Elsa looked to see her peering down at her upper hip.

"You've got a big bruise forming, I'm so sorry!" she said with a sigh.

"It's fine, Anna. It'll be sore but I just- I don't really care."

"Elsa..."

"You know, those two we saw outside the meeting room are going to be talking about this for days," Elsa said, quickly trying to change the subject so Anna would get distracted.

"Let them talk, there's always new rumours about someone going around the castle staff." Anna lowered herself down next to Elsa so she could place a very gentle kiss on the bruise.

"Mmm." Elsa smiled down at her. "I guess that's true. I wonder if everyone sees what they see."

Anna placed another kiss and then stood. "Probably. Sometimes I know I've given you looks that...that...well, that authors write about."

Once again Elsa's cheeks were red and she sought out the nightgown she was using. Anna's lips made her skin tingle, but her words even more so. She looked at Anna like that too. "Oh."

"Now I'll do it even more," Anna told her. "I'm so happy! Those two are newer in the kitchen, they were always flirting..." She sighed and happily that time. "It's so sweet."

"I see." She wasn't terribly interested in the other two in that moment. Let Anna tell her about them later. At the moment, she just cared about Anna. With her nightgown on she smiled at Anna and went to the bed where water waited on the nightstand as well. They had made preparations before going to the study for water to be waiting in the room later. It was lukewarm and had been delivered immediately after they asked since they were still out and wouldn't be interrupted.

Elsa sat on the edge of the bed first and Anna was rushing in for snuggles when Elsa held up her hand and pointed at one of the glasses of water. "Drink that first, all of it."

"Elsaaa..." Anna whined.

"Please?" Elsa asked and reached for her own, drinking it.

"Fine." Anna complied and took her glass. "I have to drink it ALL?"

"Yes, you had a lot of alcohol."

Anna nodded slowly and started to drink it, swallowing quickly. Elsa thought she might dump it on her face. She finished most of her own but the effects of her drink were wearing off quickly anyway.

Meanwhile Anna nearly tripped into the bed when she finished and set the glass down. She crawled in without injury and settled her body half over Elsa's, avoiding the bruised hip. Elsa wrapped her arms around her and caressed her lips with her own. It was impossible to be close enough to her.

"Don't let go of me," Anna whispered when she buried her face in Elsa's shoulder, narrowly missing that bruise. "Please don't let me go."

"Never." Elsa had taken her own hair out for Anna and found her fingers combing through it. She couldn't wait to be touching Anna's actual hair and body.

It was another new range of thoughts to think about. Elsa hadn't thought she would make their kiss more intimate, but she did. She still held the desire to run her fingers over every inch of her body and kiss all of her soft skin. Anna didn't help, demanding she be kissed everywhere while Elsa only thought it...even though she would have voiced it probably.

The thought of doing anything more carnal didn't strike her, though. Elsa just wanted to appreciate her. She wanted to be close with her and know her every curve, hold her warmth against her. Anna was already asleep against her, little snores escaping her. Elsa wasn't sure if the snores were from her body itself or just part of Anna. She would know for sure if Anna still managed to drool.

Too cute.

She would rather see Anna's sleeping face and Elsa found her thoughts growing frustrated. Why weren't they back to normal? Love was the key. It prompted them back to normal a few times. True love never ran stronger than it did between them there and then. The feeling engulfed her. She couldn't think about anything else at all!

And yet...

Elsa took a deep breath and let Anna shift slightly in her arms before closing her eyes. Something still had to happen, something deep was waiting to come up. She had a feeling the answer had to do with Anna. They may have talked in the study, and Anna had admitted a lot. Her life had been more distressing and lonely than Elsa had previously understood.Still, that didn't seem to be what was blocking them exactly. It had to be something locked away even farther.

Elsa wondered what her sister wasn't telling her.

[alfiecabrera]

Is that ALFONZO ‘ALFIE’ CABRERA? Wow, they do look a lot like FROY GUTIERREZ. I hear HE is a 17 year old SENIOR who originally attended LUXOR Academy. Word is they are a REGULAR student. You should watch out because they can be VIOLENT and BLUNT, but on the bright side they can also be ADVENTUROUS and ALLURING. Ultimately, you’ll get to see it all for yourself.

tw: violence, and drug and alcohol use (all of which are brief mentions)

*spongebob narrator voice* 1 wholeass year later

hi for those of you who don’t know i’m yo, i play lucielle and apparently i love making assholes with commitment issues?? *

BACKGROUND

Alfonzo Alfie Cabrera was born on November 16 at 11:11 pm to the family of Santiago and Cressida Cabrera. He's a cousin of Grace, Zander and Balo Driskell. 

He actually had an older brother - Alejandro - who passed away when Alfie was one. That led to his parents becoming very protective over him to the point that he was essentially isolated. He didn't really go anywhere aside from daycare/school and home without his parents and he didn't have any friends that weren't family. He thought it was normal for a good bunch of his life.

Then eventually, their grip on him started loosening and Alfie turned into a little Social Butterfly™️. He was kind and funny and a lot of kids wanted to be his friend.

Unfortunately, he managed to tangle himself with the wrong crowd.

Literally everyone but 13 year-old Alfie could see what a horrible influence they were. Maybe because he hadn't really known a lot of people in his life, maybe he was just drunk on the freedom these people had but Alfie trusted them and loved every second of it.

Santiago and Cressida started speaking up against it. Harboring a lot of anger for the way they brought him up and generally wanting to defend his friends, Alfie barked back and a lot of fights happened. His parents were desperately trying to keep their golden boy to themselves so they started grounding him and trying to prevent him from seeing his friends.

That backfired. Naturally. Alfonzo started running away from home, spending every waking moment with the gang. They got into a lot of trouble together - trespassing, drugs, alcohol, violence all the good kush.

Two years and a lot of bruises later, Alfie finally snapped out of it, realising how horrible this life truly was. Soon enough, he was begging his parents to get away from there and that's when Cressida had the actually good idea to send him to Luxor, where her sister's kids were!

So he's been chilling at Luxor ever since his sophomore year.

He loves his family to bits even if they can be really annoying at times. If you cross them, you cross him.

He’s scared of hurting people and it’s very likely that he would push someone away if he feels that he’s growing attached.

Classic fuckboy vibes. Pretty boy and he knows it. Would fuck you and your girlfriend.

He’s got a problem with violence. He gets angry really easily and he reacts with punches and kicks. Alfie really, really hates that part of himself and he’s trying his hardest to get better but it’s a struggle.

He signed up for boxing and soccer in hopes that that would help with his violent tendencies. (Spoiler alert: it doesn't do much but he's definitely mellowed down since.)

To atone for his sins, he decided to become a doctor!!

Although, Alfie's trying to stay commited to his studies (he gets really good grades most of the time), the wild side of him wins more often than not. He craves adventure and if he feels like he's been stuck in one place for too long he panics.

His relationship with his parents isn’t exactly the best right now given that he’s still pretty angry at them. They call him a few times a day (he picks up like once) seeine as they worry about their boy.

RANDOM FACTS

He’s not really good at commitment. He identifies as pansexual and panromantic.

Most of the time believes tarot readings and ouija boards and other shit like that.

Scorpio sun, aries moon and leo rising.

Really, really likes lemon-flavored things.

He’s not that big on reading but he likes comic books and video games. He’s pretty smart and picks up on his lessons really quickly.

Have you ever heard any Chase Atlantic song? That's it. That's Alfie. 

He’s not really impressed by how wealthy people are and scowls at reckless spending. Kind of has an "eat the rich" mentality going on for him.

His pinterest

CLASS SCHEDULE

Communications

Spanish

Advanced Biology

Algebra

Advanced Chemistry

Philosophy

Baking

Extras include: boxing and soccer (winger backer)

WANTED CONNECTIONS

good influences - because he clearly needs one and sunshine ray Balo isn’t enough (tho he’s trying hard for her especially, i promise)

FRIENDS!!

people who dislike/hate him because honestly as charming as he can be, he gets ticked off really easily and then he’s either rude or like violent so uh yeah

WHO NEEDS TO GO TO SLEEP WHEN I GOT YOU NEXT TO ME ? - friends with benefits!! or not even friends!! he’s just a mess and entering a relationship that has something more than sex to it is pretty foreign to him.

TELL THEM YOU HATE ME AND DATED ME JUST FOR LAUGHS - i’d really, really love a plot based on maniac by conan gray... basically, your character is with Alfie (either sexually or maybe romantically) behind closed doors but they’re also ashamed of him so when they’re in public they mock him and tell everyone they don’t associate with him.

THERE’S A BOY* AND I DON’T QUITE KNOW WHAT TO DO - someone who he’s really whipped for but he’s alfie so he has no idea what to do and is constantly stuck in between “push them away” and “keep them close” * - doesn’t have to be a guy lol those are just the lyrics; 

crushes are kind of more of a natural progression plot to me since i rely on chemistry so please keep that in mind

+ the wanted taaag

I never know how to end this but I rambled enough. Like this and I’ll bug you for plots!! 

[cmescapade]

@leavemetoplaythesims Yeehaw Lookbook Challenge

Tagged by @hushthots, thank youuu 🤠

I wanna taaag @simmingkatie, @katsimsdreamer, & @switch-625 :)) heehee

Rules:  the rules are there are no rules, just make a lil lookbook with the sim of your choosing, but i do expect a lot of hats and boots ;). you can choose to go historic or more modern, it’s all up to you baby! and don’t forget to have fun!! that’s what’s the most important. literally just do whatever you want as long as you somehow stick to the theme yeehaw aka wild western/country and i’ll be very happy.

we didn’t need to see erik’s dolphin ass thighs this early in the morning but here u go

Connor Hat [ bg ] / Glasses [ x ] / Top [ x ] / Watch [ gf ] / Bottom [ x ] / Boots [ bg ]

Erik Hat [ Strangerville ] / Sunnies [ mine ] / Necklace [ x ] / Top [ x ] / Suspenders [ x ] / Bottom [ bg ] / Socks [ bg ] / Boots [ Strangerville ] 

[tsundanire]

20 facts for 2020

I was tagged by @rockmarina~ Thanks dahlin!

1. Do you make your bed?

Fuck nope. I think I try every now and then if I have guests that happen to need to go upstairs for some completely random reason? BUt that’s happened like... twice in this house (SO like twice in 5 years) and maybe once in the apartment pre-this. So like 3 times in 15 years I guess?

2. Favourite number?

Used to be 27, These days I’ve been leaning more towards 3

3. What’s your job?

Right now? Full time parent and working on finishing my first Original Fiction, so I can actually call myself a “Published Author” lmfao. We’ll get there tho.

4. If I could would I go back to school?

Hell yes. I loved school. I went back a few years ago and had the best time. My grades were soooo much better than my high school days, and I actually had a great group of people I became friends with. Given the chance, I’d 100% go back to school again. 

5. Can you parallel park?

Well you see, I’m still learning how to drive sooooo that’s a resounding no. For now.

6. A job people would be surprised I had

I dunno, probably accounting I guess? Maybe astrophysics? I’m nooooot a math person. I really struggled with it in school, still do most days. 

7. Do you think aliens are real?

I think that considering the known universe is still far beyond our comprehension, and that statistically speaking it seems highly unlikely that our tiny little planet is the only one that hosts living organisms.

8. Can you drive a standard car?

Nope, but I have a rather strange kink for those that can and do. I can’t explain it, but that just works for me. 

9. What’s your guilty pleasure?

DO I even have one? I guess Fanfiction is probably my guilty pleasure in my rl. But like, here? I generally lay shit out on the table. I guess RPS is a guilty pleasure? I dunno, I kinda don’t let myself feel guilty about writing what makes me happy, you know?

10. Tattoos

None yet. I have plans for a few, but haven’t had time or money to get them done lol.

11. Favourite colour?

So I really like in-between colours. My two favourites are those dark shades between blue/green, and Purple/blue. So like, a deep teal and a deep indigo. 

12. Things people do that drive you crazy

When they try to tell me what I know or understand. I get that a lot from the older people in my family, who are all on the opposite spectrum of Governmental beliefs than myself. I usually get told how the government works, and how what I believe in is wrong. Despite being in my 30s with a child. But hey, I sit back in amusement knowing that sometime very soon they will all be in retirement homes.

13. Any phobias?

Tons. I think the shorter answer is what am I not afraid of? Bees mostly. Not the bees themselves but the sound they make. I had an incident as a child with the sound and it fucked me up into my grown adult life. So that’s the main one. Centipedes are a close second. Here’s the thing though, despite being absolutely terrified of them, I understand how important they are to the environment.

14. Favourite childhood sport?

HA! Sports wtf bro. Do you even know me? I haaaate sports. I tolerated hockey as a kid because of my national pride but honestly? I don’t give a single shit about sports. Any of them. 

15. Do you talk to yourself?

All the fucking time. 

16. What movie do you adore?

I’ve been watching TV shows lately, but for movies I kinda love some classics. Gone with the Wind, Pride and Prejudice, and one non-classic but super underrated Disney movie: Meet the Robinsons. 

17. Do you like doing puzzles?

Hell yes! Actually the hubster and I are working on a couple atm. We’ve been looking online to order a really really big one. lol

18. Favourite type of music

I don’t have a favourite type. I listen to pretty much everything. Right now I’m obsessed with 

19. Tea or coffee?

Coffee. All the coffee. 

20. The first thing you remember you wanted to be when you grew up?

It was tied between being an Actor or a Comedian. Honestly I regret never at least trying either. 

As for taaags? I dunno: @cheekytorah @coriesocks @writcraft @diligent-thunder @lankygeralt @geralt-jaskier @gnarf @andyet-here-we-are and like anyone else who wants to do this

[the-protoplasm]

IT’S TIME FOR A MOTHA FUCKIN’ T-T-T-T-TAAAG GAAAME!

Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 followers you want to know better.

Tagged by @theleastcarefulofgamedevs Thanks a bunch!

Named after anyone:

The name’s Plasm. Protoplasm. My mom’s a giant bond fan

Last time you cried:

About a year ago

Do you have kids:

I...I am bab...babeyyy.

Do you use sarcasm a lot:

Constantly. All the time. I need to be stopped.

What’s the first thing you notice about people:

Their general speech pattern and inflections

What’s your eye color:

People always tell me they’re blue, but I only see green when I look in the mirror

Scary movie or happy ending:

Scary movies are more fun if I’m watching them with a group, but it’s easier to gush about a happy ending alone

Where were you born:

Heh heh, lemme tell all yous about a grand ol’ place called Neeeew York!

What are your hobbies:

Video games, listening to music, I used to paint and sculpt a lot, and fuckin’ around on social media

Do you have any pets:

4 dogs, 3 cats. I love them, but I’m kinda aleggic to cat dander so loving them is absolute hell.

What sports do you/ have you played:

Golf and bowling. Does go-karting count?

How tall are you:

...shit, I actually don’t know... somewhere around 5’ 7”? Maybe? I dunno? I’m a bit taller than a lot of my classmates, I know that much.

Favorite subject in school:

Probably science. Kinda depends on the quality of the teacher, but I usually have good luck with that subject.

Dream job:

Baker

@sillycherryblossomshark @crayonthegreat @ultimatelillybro @dagnytheartist @gravitysyndrome @bat-knight-250 @bigdespairenergy @fionakiels @spirits-in-my-thoughts I’d love hear about ya if you don’t mind.