#I…I don’t know anon. It’s a shit situation and I���m following along but I’ve never listened to a whole lot of American rap

[thirstworldproblemss]

On the kitchen table?!?? In front of the other TF boys?!?!

IT MUST BE WRITTEN

you and @keeper0fthestars have been called to a sacred task.

On the kitchen table?!?? In front of the other TF boys?!?! IT MUST BE WRITTEN you and @keeper0fthestars have been called to a sacred task.

Hi, anon friend!

I adore your enthusiasm, and I’m sorry to be slow with my reply--somehow I didn’t see this until another ask came in.  (Guys, I am really just a hot mess all the way around right now, and they just extended GS cookie sales for another month, 🤣😂😭 so please forgive me if I overlook things or am slow to respond.)

I’m gonna go ahead post what I’ve got for this, which is the lead up only, none of the actual eating out--Sorry!  (This is basically a cleaned up version of what I frantically typed into Keeper’s dms).  I don’t know that I’ll ever really write the whole thing, especially since it feels like it might be a rehash of the other Frankie-eating-you-out-on-the-kitchen-table fic I’m writing.  Maybe someday. 

[Confidential to the love anon:  It’s not too much, but it is taking me a whlie to gather my thoughts, so please have patience with me as you wait for my reply--It’s coming, I promise.  Thank you trusting me enough to ask.] 

Headcanon:  Frankie Agrees to Eat You Out In Front of the Other TF Boys

Pairing: Frankie x F!Reader (Triple Frontier) Words: just shy of 1k Rating: Mature, maybe? Content/Warnings: No actual sexytimes happening here--sorry, folks!  Just implied oral (m on f) and implied impending voyerism/exhibitionism during the same, then we fade to black. Unbeta’d.

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So here’s the deal: you and Frankie are an item, and you tag along with the boys on one of their weekend trips to the lake house.

The “lake house” is actually more of a small cabin: just barely big enough for the five of you if the guys take turns sleeping on the couch, but at least you and Frankie get a room with a door.  Apparently not a very thick door though, because the boys overhear you crying out Frankie’s name one night (or day or afternoon), and of course they’re going to give you shit about it.

It’s later that night, once you’ve all had a few beers--not enough to be drunk, but enough that you’re feeling pleasantly loose and warm, and the rest of the crew is even louder and more disorderly than usual--that they start razzing you about it.

At first you don’t mind much.  You can tell that Frankie’s keeping an eye on the situation, gauging if you need him to step in, but you’re glad he doesn’t.  It feels kind of nice to be included in their habitual teasing and shit-talking, even if it’s a little embarrassing. 

It feels less nice several minutes later when they still haven’t let up and you’re wondering if it’s possible to die of mortification.  By this point, you’re so flustered that you’ve stopped thinking about what you’re saying, and you eventually come out with:

“I’m sorry! I tried to keep quiet, but Frankie’s just so good with his mouth!!” 

There’s a moment of shocked silence, then delighted grins spread across three faces, letting you know that you’ve made a horrible mistake.  There’s no way they’re gonna let it go now, and they start back in ribbing both you and Frankie mercilessly.  

Eventually Frankie gets fed up, gives them all a flat look, and deadpans, “If you pendejos needed some pointers, all you had to do was ask.”

Dead silence follows, and then...

“How about a demonstration!” Benny calls out. (Of course it’s Benny. It’s always Benny.)

Santi picks it up next. “Yeah, ‘Fish show us how it’s done!”  And he means it to be teasing, but he also knows the look that shows up in Frankie’s eye once he’s said it. “Fuck. You’d really give us a demonstration?”

Frankie doesn’t say anything, just turns to look at you with his head cocked just so.  (The other boys have gotten all quiet too, watching you, but you only have eyes for Frankie.)

You’re floored, because you’ve never done anything like that. Not with Frankie, not with anyone. And okay, maybe you’ve fantasized about being watched sometimes, but you didn’t think that would really be Frankie’s thing.  But here he is, shooting you that look, eyes all dark and intense, and heat blazes through you, making your already overheated cheeks burn and your entire lower body clench because, fuck, you want to.

You want to.

You stare at Frankie, trying to figure out how you can possibly say that out loud, but you must take you too long. The look on his face starts to change: dark invitation giving way to uncertainty.  

Quickly, before he can overthink it, you close the gap between the two of you, stepping into his space.  The last thing you want is for him to open his mouth and take it back. 

Frankie’s arms come around you immediately, and he leans down to whisper, voice earnest and apologetic, “Sorry, baby, if that was too much--”  Then he breaks off because you’re already shaking your head no.  

“I’m yours, Frankie,” you tell his collarbone.  

His arms tighten around you until they feel like steel bands around your back, reminding you all over again just how strong he is. You will never be over the strength of him.  

Pressed against him as you are, from knees to nose, and there’s no mistaking the bulge of--fuck--his hardening cock against your hip.  You ache for him, empty cunt clenching around nothing, and for a moment you’re tempted just to say fuck it and ask him to take you to bed; to hell with the thin walls. The other boys can listen in and get their vicarious rocks off that way.  

You’re so, so tempted, but there’s something else you want more. 

Are you really doing this?  

You grip Frankie’s shirt with anxious hands, feeling like you can barely breathe through the rush of nervous excitement.   

You’re really doing this. 

Lifting your head just enough to meet Frankie’s eyes, you continue, “If you want to show off… If you want to show me off…?”  You trail off suggestively, quirking an eyebrow up at him, making it a question (one last check-in to make sure he’s really on board), completely unable to stop the shit-eating grin that’s spreading across your face. 

The meaning of your words seem to hit him in stages. Watching it break across his face knocks the smile right off yours and nearly brings you to your knees.  

First his eyes widen in surprise, then narrow, and his throat works as he swallows. Oh god, you want to lick right there almost more than you want your next breath.  

Next he sucks in a harsh breath through his nose, and you feel his cock flex, pulsing hot and insistent against your hip.  The answering clench of your body has you shivering in his arms.

His eyes are boring into yours, pinning you as surely as his arms are, and you can see the muscles in his jaw tick.  Finally, he gives you the tiniest of nods.  

Oh god. Oh god. This is really happening.  And you want it to.  You have never in your life wanted anything as badly as you want Frankie’s mouth on you right here and now, in front of God, the boys, and everybody.

Another shiver works it’s way through you, tightening your throat but you make your recalcitrant body drag in a deep breath so you have enough air to raise your voice and make it an announcement: 

“Let’s show these idiots how it’s done.”

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[jinkicake]

Periods Don’t Stop Nothing But A Sentence

Bokuto, Kuroo, Ushijima learn about the benefits of having sex while you’re on your period and offer their help. 

Bokuto Koutarou x Reader

Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

For you, lovely anon~~ I wrote a majority of this at like 5 am so maybe that’s why it may sound a little crazy, hehe. (･ω･)v Also to all my loves who also experience periods, allow me to offer a great investment! A heating pad, I’ve been using the same one for years and it’s so worth it like it helps sooo much with cramps and aches. I recommend!

S M U T </3

WC- 1,974

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Bokuto Koutarou 

Bokuto would not be afraid to bring this up, he wants to do whatever he can to help you~

He would never talk about having sex on your period in a gross degrading way or any way that makes you uncomfortable because Bokuto respects women

It would be so casual, like when he sees you hurting because of your cramps he would offer you an orgasm, ugh how sweet right?

And even though, who would want an orgasm during their period when they are feeling so gross and sick…. But who could say no?

Bokuto would plan this out and do it exactly the way you want to achieve the orgasm, making sure you are well-situated the entire time

Again, Bokuto would only do this if you were okay with it like poor thing just wants to make you feel better

Since he does not understand the pain and horrific feeling that comes with having a period, Bokuto wants to help you however he can and in the best way

He is such a sweet boy, please

Sex is sex, I don’t think you being on your period would make it any different for him

Expect the sweetest cuddles and shit afterward ~~~

Bokuto’s hands grip your hips gently, his thumbs caress your sides as he stares down at you. His golden eyes are full of concern and he watches your every reaction as he drags his clothed cock over your center. The simple motion has you weak, despite the layers of clothes between the two of you, you feel everything. The pleasure is immense, the tip of his cock rubs your clit in just the right way to make you close your eyes in relief.

“A-are you okay?” Bokuto whispers, not wanting to disrupt your moment. He lowers his lips to kiss your temple, the soft action is drastically different from the way his hips are moving. It’s almost sinful.

“Don’t stop,” You pant into his neck as your back arches into his chest. Your hips rise and you start to grind into him. It should be illegal, how he feels as you clutch his back. You can feel every muscle rippling under your touch, he is so warm, so hard that it makes the overall experience ten times better. His large arms make you feel so protected, so cared for, that you just want to hear him cum already. Your hands slide up his back to his hair and you fist the grey strands between your fingers. Bokuto keeps knocking his hips into yours and tries to silence his grunts, but you won’t have it. “let me hear you Koutarou.”

You tug roughly on his hair and moan loudly when he ruts against you, Bokuto leans down closer to you and braces himself on one of his elbows beside your head.

“Ah, baby you can’t just do that,” Bokuto warns and you ignore him, instead you focus on his hand that is cupping your breast. His large palm gently works the soft flesh and is sure not to be too rough with your sensitive nipples. You tilt your chin up and press your lips to Bokuto’s, moaning when he kisses you back. It’s almost as if any restraint inside your boyfriend snaps and he is straight into fucking you like he normally would. The hand on your hip holds you still as his cock grinds into your clothed core, over and over his hips continue to move. As your mouth falls open at the moans slipping past your lips, the ones that Bokuto is selfishly taking as his own, your boyfriend wastes no time in sticking his tongue in your mouth. It almost works as a gag, silencing any noises you make even as you cum in your panties.

Kuroo Tetsurou

PLS KUROO WOULD SO BE INTO IT

“Periods don’t stop nothing but a sentence babygirl” -Kuroo Tetsurou

This information would probably always be in the back of his mind every time you got your period,,,,

Kuroo would only bring it up if you brought it up because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, like push anything on you

Yeah, Kuroo would not care if you are on your period, if you’re horny and he’s horny like?? What is the issue, what is stopping you two?

As long as you’re okay with it and want it, of course, he will do whatever you desire~

Sidebar. Wait, isn’t Kuroo like in med school? Or he’s studying biology or something….. so even if he did not find it appetizing he wouldn’t care and would still do it. Biology students have seen worse already….

He supports the natural pain reliever that is solely giving you orgasms

Would he make period jokes? Lol yeah he would, but all in good fun, just to cheer you up and make you laugh~

In the end, Kuroo just wants you to be comfortable. If you feel more comfortable doing it in the shower or wherever, he would follow. He’ll treat you so delicately like he will take such good care of you~~

The warm water completely soaks you, feeling amazing against your skin as it takes away some of the aches you are facing. You’re leaning back against Kuroo’s chest as he washes your hair, his long fingers massage your scalp and the heat against your lower back almost makes you quiver.

“Tetsurou,” You call and give in to each of his touches, pressing your thighs together subconsciously.

���Hmm, what is it kitten?” Kuroo coos into your ear, lightly kissing up to your neck while massaging the shampoo throughout the bottom of your hair.

“Please fuck me.” You beg, your voice coming out breathy and you feel your boyfriend halt his fingers in your hair.

“Are you sure baby? That’s okay with you?” He asks, placing his hands on your shoulders to turn you around so he can look into your eyes. When you nod, you saw something flash in his eyes, a cocky smile lights up his face.

“Rinse your hair out, I’ll be right back,” Kuroo promises and kisses the corner of your lip before stepping out of the shower. As you stand under the showerhead, you listen as your boyfriend rummages through the cabinets. No doubt, setting up towels for after you’re all done and getting you clothes that you had forgotten to. When he comes back in front of you, you can’t help but frown at the condom he has on but your core jolts nonetheless. “how do you want it kitten?”

You back into one of the walls, hissing at the cool temperature against your shoulders. Kuroo stands on top of you and you can’t help but spread your legs as you look up at him.

“I’m just going to go for it, okay?” He checks with you once more and you nod, closing your eyes when you feel one of his arms wrap around your waist. “Look at me.” His tone is more demanding this time and you whine before opening your eyes. Kuroo is staring down at you, his lips hovering over your own and as soon as he presses them together, he slides into you. 

His moans are muffled against your lips, the feeling of your walls gripping him so tightly nearly breaks him out into a sweat. Kuroo continues to work your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth to rub against your own.

You can already feel most of the pain diminishing as he thrusts into you, the pleasure being the only thing you can focus on.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

This sweet baby, ugh, he would find out the whole ‘benefits from having sex while on your period’ after he deeply searched the internet on ways to help you

Ushijima hates seeing his sweet love in pain, okay? He was very worried and decided to do research, mentally noting that heat can help relieve your cramps the moment he found it out

He’d bluntly bring it up, like if you’re curled on the bed in a ball, Ushijima would just sit down beside you and recite everything he remembered

“Orgasms might relieve your cramps and headaches” “Having sex can shorten your period” “It’ll help you relax and soothe your moody mind”

It might be awkward at first, like why is he bringing this up? Does he really want to have sex while you’re on your period? You’d just have to smile and nod

“I want to help you, if you’ll allow me” Ushijima would offer whatever he can to help you feel better

Personally, I don’t think he would care at all that you’re on your period. It’s just sex to him, or a means to help relieve the pain you’re facing.

He’d take full control, you don’t even have to lift a finger. Ushijima is all about YOU!

Yes, he would look up and do extensive research on what he can do to make you most comfortable and of course he would communicate with you to see what you want

Ushijima is just such a big sweetheart and would take so much care of you, even if it would be so hard for him to take it slow, hehe

“You can take one more,” Ushijima tells you as he brings the vibrator back down to your clit. “Right, my love?” He pushes when you don’t respond and even though he has the small device hovering over your clit, you can still feel the vibrations. You manage to give him a weak nod through your post-orgasm clouded mind. “No, use your words.” Ushijima continues to run one of his hands alongside your inner thigh, massaging the soft skin.

“Yes, I can. Please Wakatoshi.” You beg and Ushijima glances up at your eyes before back down at your clothed core. He nods and presses the vibrating toy against your clit, gently circling it before resting it once more.

“Orgasms can help your period become shorter.” He tells you and you furrow your brows in confusion, but still nodding at the fact. “Your cramps may lessen too, it can help you relax.”

“Umm, thanks for letting me know?” You hum and try to once again focus on his light touches along your thigh. Ushijima goes to open his mouth again but you shoot him a pointed look. “It isn’t really the best dirty talk, honey.” You smile softly and he closes his mouth, nodding in thought as he continues to hold the vibrator to your clit. You watch as his head lowers to kiss your hip, mouthing at the skin before moving his lips to your stomach, you get a vision full of brown hair. “Wakatoshi~” You breathe and your boyfriend quietly moans against your skin. He runs his nose along your hipbone before pushing one of your legs up. Ushijima stretches the other leg straight out while the other bends up with your knee facing the ceiling.

“Tell me if it gets too much.” His words fall numb on your ears because all you can focus on is the deeper stimulation on your clit. As Ushijima continues to hold the device, that looks quite tiny in his hands, he moves to rest between your thighs. Behind the vibration, you can see the way he is holding the back of your thigh and kissing along the inside of it. The sight alone nearly made you come undone.

“T-talk me through it.” You can feel it creeping but you need more, you need Ushijima so badly.

“You’re doing so good, my beautiful love.” He starts lightly, pushing the vibrator and gently applying more pressure with each of his words. “I can’t wait to eat you out until your legs are numb and then fuck you until you can’t speak. Wouldn’t you like that? I know how badly you want it but you have to be patient.” His voice is so low, rumbling deep from his chest like he is barley holding back from doing just as he described. Sadly you know he can’t, at least not for a few days.

[athenadione]

Prompt #88 with Jayrae, with Raven as the person who got hurt. Pretty please?

Muahaha *cracks knuckles* don’t mind if I do. Thanks for the prompt anon! It fed my angsty soul. (Also, sorry all for the hiatus in updates. Life is... hard).

‘Toxic Vengeance’

Pairing: JayRae Words: 2,296 Rated: M - Warnings for cuss words, graphic scenes of violence, and major angst. 

When the knife slashes her thigh, it instantly feels like it’s on fire. 

With a hiss, she draws back. 

It’s as if someone pressed a red-hot branding iron to her leg, then twisted it deeper into the marred flesh for good measure—but instead of dulling, the burning sensation is growing at an alarming rate, spiraling up her entire leg. 

Another hooded figure dashes from her right, and with a wave of power she forces them back with a glittery black claw. They hit the nearest brick building with a thud. Another jumps from above to replace them, and she throws up a shield with her other hand, halting the strike of their sword in mid-air. More are filling the alley, coming from the shadows. The burning in her leg is now more of an afterthought as her adrenaline spikes.

I need to end this now. “Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos.” 

Her power flares, and strikes through the figure, sending it back, along with the others in one large surge. There’s a series of grunts, followed by the clattering of weapons, before all she can hear is her own harsh breathing and blood from her heartbeat rushing in her ears. 

Amethyst orbs search the alley with skepticism, expecting another cohort to flood the street. Another minute of scouring, then she releases a breath when she’s certain it’s over. 

The attack had happened the second she turned the corner to investigate the stain of dark magic covering the adjacent building. She had been following whispered rumors of a rising national occult for weeks, eventually leading her to Crime Alley of all places.  

A groan escapes one of the men. Her attention shifts to see him lying slumped against the wall, hood fallen. His face is covered in old ancient markings, confirming both the reasons for her suspicion and dread. 

The marks of Scath. It appears her father’s followers are growing in power. Now, she needs to find out why—and who is behind it. They know who I am and purposefully drew me out here. This is more than I anticipated.

Is their leader someone I know? Maybe Blood? 

As the adrenaline begins to flow out of her body, she becomes keenly aware of the burning pain that’s replacing it. When the burning in her thigh flows down to her toes and up the side of her body, she realizes that her heart rate hasn’t slowed and neither has her breathing. 

Glancing down at her leg, she curses at the blood flowing freely from the wound. It’s deep, and is now starting to bubble. A bright red streak grows across her leg—a clear sign of inflammation. 

Poison. It’s not one that she recognizes—nor is it one that her demon-half can expel. 

Not good. 

Once the severity of her situation sets in, so does her panic, and she stumbles when another flare of pain sends her head spinning. She staggers over to the brick wall, laying one arm against her forehead. It’s covered in a thin sheen of sweat. 

It’s too late to call Nightwing or Batman; They wouldn’t be able to make it in time, and she doesn’t know if she has the capacity to transport herself to the cave. 

There’s only a handful of other people she trusts that knows more than just the basics of toxicology. 

Black specks dance along her vision and she tries to blink them back, shaking her head with considerable effort. 

There’s only one other option.

With the last of her failing strength, her eyes blind an iridescent white, and inky black tendrils snake around her, enveloping her into its depths. 

A moment later they release her and she stumbles across the threshold into a musty apartment. It doesn’t help that it’s completely dark, and the pound of her heart now seems louder than before.

Somewhere within the confines someone curses loud.

Her thoughts are becoming more clouded, and it’s getting harder to breathe. There’s a growing fervency to keep walking, and she does, intent to find him. 

A heat sizzles over her skin, heightening at her thigh. 

She whimpers, and her knees buckle—legs no longer able to support her weight. She’s so out of it she doesn’t even brace for the ground. 

He catches her before she hits.

“Jesus Christ, Raven. What happened to you?” His breath tickles her ear, and she shivers—though from his voice or her wound she’s not sure.

“Ambush. Poison.” She gasps through another wave of burning pain that shoots all the way up to her chest. 

Another curse and she’s being lowered against his door as fingers begin to ghost over her body. 

“Where? What kind?” He finds the wound and bright emerald eyes flare as they meet her. They swirl and morph into one before her eyes, and she blinks, swallowing back a sudden wave of nausea. 

“Alley…knife…I don’t know. I’ve never… ” she trails off, barely getting the words out as her shortness of breath increases.

“Fuck. Fuck,” an arm presses her shoulder back when she begins to slump over. “You cannot pass out on me princess. I need you to stay awake.” 

“Sorry,” she says, slurring her words. She’s growing exceedingly dizzy and her vision is blurring faster. She can’t get enough air to breathe. 

Something jars her. “Raven, stay with me.” 

Her heart feels like it’s going to tear and claw its way out of her chest, and for a moment she thinks it is. 

It beats faster, and faster, and faster.

“Rae, open your eyes. Look at me.” 

But then it stops. 

“Raven.” 

And all she knows is darkness. 

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“Stand by. Preparing to shock.” 

There’s a loud, involuntary gasp, and a charging whine. 

“Shit. I swear to God you better not fucking die on me Rae.” 

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“Evaluating heart rhythm… no shock advised. Continue CPR.”

The sound of pumping compressions fills the air. Green eyes glow as they glare at her prone figure.

“Breathe Goddammit!”

When he bites his lip, it’s hard enough to draw blood, but at least he managed to blink back the sudden, unbidden tears that had formed at the corners of his eyes.

He tries not to shake his hands when he hears her sternum crack underneath the heel of his palm. 

. 

“What are you doing on this com-line Hood?” The growl in his ear is laced with caution, and he can’t blame him. At least he answered. 

He gets to the point fast. “It’s Raven, she was poisoned. I don’t know what it is, but I think it’s systemic,” he pauses as the voice in his ear curses. “She’s coding Nightwing, get someone to my apartment now.” 

There’s another tense pause as Dick listens to Jason’s sharp exhales coinciding with his compressions. 

“Where?” 

“The one closest to the Alley, on 3rd.”

“Z will come teleport us. AED?” 

Jason stops and sits back on his haunches as the defilibrator analyzes again. The machine’s response only heightens his fear. 

“No shock. Continuing CPR, it’s been a few minutes,” he swallows thick as he checks her carotid pulse again. Nothing. “I’m losing her godammit, hurry the fuck up.” 

“On our way.”

He immediately cuts the transmission to focus on his task.

One, two, three, four, five...

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He doesn’t know how much longer he’s been counting to thirty, just that he’s done it over and over. 

A cacophony of motion behind him almost interrupts his concentration. Someone places a gloved hand on his shoulder with urgency. 

“She needs to be transported to the Watchtower as soon as possible.” 

Lips press together firmly, then he nods. Allowing Zatanna to intervene, she envelopes the empath in her magic. They leave the AED pads attached. 

In seconds, they’re gone. Then the others turn to follow. 

“I’m going with her.” 

Nightwing stills, eyes flicking to Batman.

The resounding silence is near palpable. Nightwing takes a tentative step forward, breaking it. 

“Little wing… I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” 

Fluorescent eyes shine with stone-cold defiance.

“You can’t stop me.”

Batman grunts—the closest thing he’ll ever get to an affirmation. It’s a sizable achievement, but he doesn’t feel victorious at all. 

She’s still in cardiac arrest, but if anyone can help her it’s Zatanna. 

And if there’s anyone that can overcome something like this it’d be her. 

Come on princess, come back to me. 

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She codes three more times in the medbay. The crash team hovers as everyone else tirelessly searches for the right antidote. 

He doesn’t know what to do with himself. 

While he watches her Nightwing briefs him on her mission. He listens. It’s a distraction. Then white hot anger licks and gnashes up his chest to his throat with each word until he’s fisting his hands tight to hide the tremors. 

“... I thought it might be Blood but assassins and poison isn’t really his style. Do you think the League could have something to do with this?” Nightwing asks beside him.

His response is slow and level, revealing no hint of the turbulence of emotion that lies underneath, “I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.” 

Nightwing gives him a pensive stare, but says nothing. 

Jason narrows his eyes. 

Dead. They’re all fucking dead. 

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They’re able to create one an hour later. He doesn’t think he’s ever been so relieved to see someone breathe. 

He waits until she’s stable before slipping away. The teleporter still recognizes him as Robin, and he’s not sure what to think about that when he steps onto the platform. 

Batman gives him a look that he acknowledges as both a warning and a threat; But why should he care? He lost respect for that man a long time ago, and doesn’t give two shits what he thinks.

Unlike Bruce, he’s not afraid to avenge those he cares about most through whatever means necessary.

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A piercing cry follows the crack of snapping bone. Another finger, broken. That leaves seven more, and I’ve got all fucking night. 

“I won’t ask again,” comes a growl, “I want answers.”

The man’s panting is interrupted by a swift kick to the gut. He bends over with a groan, before he glares up at the Red Hood through one eye. The other is swollen shut. 

“Why would I tell you? You’re just going to kill me anyway.” 

Hood hums, cocking his gun. “True, but it’ll hurt wayyy less if you do.” 

The man spits at his boots, a mixture of saliva and blood. “Good luck. I won’t talk.” 

A malicious grin grows from underneath Hood’s mask. 

“Unfortunately for you, I don’t need it.” 

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The hallway is empty, save for him and Nightwing.

Really it’s just a perfect place for a one-on-one scolding—and his brother clearly decides to take advantage of it.

“You shouldn’t have done that. He will retaliate. This is Ra’s we’re talking about.” 

Jason’s jaw clenches tight. 

“Who knows how many supporters he’s managed to convince that Trigon can fix all of their worldly problems? He could call on all of them at any given moment.” 

He bares his teeth. 

“You’ve made a mess, Hood. It’s going to take months to clean up what you did.” 

He can’t stand it anymore. “Are you shitting me? I did you all a fucking favor,” he points a finger in Richard’s chest. “I found out more information in an hour investigating my way than you all did in weeks. If you’re not happy with my methods then do a better goddamned job covering your teammates.” He nearly chokes on that last word, attention drifting to the unmoving woman in the room across from them. 

Dick’s eyes follow and widen, then narrow just as fast, and he crosses his arms. 

“You love her.” 

He should have known Richard would figure it out. Why even try to fucking deny it anymore?

“Yeah,” he winces when his voice comes out raw. “I do.” 

Dick raises a brow, unapologetic. “She’s not going to like what you did either.”

Jason doesn’t have the decency to look ashamed. 

“I know.”

He wonders if she would have done the same.

.

“The antidote stopped any further damage, but she remains comatose. We’ve deduced that her body’s gone into a healing trance to mend herself internally. There’s nothing else we can do but wait and continue to monitor.” 

He stares at her porcelain face, no longer resisting the urge to tuck a stray lock of indigo behind her ear. Even at rest her brows are furrowed—like she knows what’s coming.

He waits until he can no longer hear Zatanna’s echoing steps to draw closer to her, breathing in her familiar scent of incense and old books. It’s a welcome change from the sterile smell of antiseptic. 

“You’re really taking your time huh, sunshine? How rude of you, leaving me with these assholes,” he fingers another strand of hair before releasing it with a sigh. 

“You scared the shit out of me. Don’t do that again.” He gives her a mock glare, half-expecting her to glower back. When she doesn’t he swallows, and takes another breath. 

“There’s one more thing I need to do… and I know you’re going to hate it, but I’m going to do it anyway.” He imagines pools of lavender, ablaze with fire, and a mouth already poised to argue with a vehemence that makes him smile in the present. 

“I won’t be able to come back here after I finish, and I’m sorry I won’t be there when you wake up,” he takes her hand and squeezes. “But I’m not sorry for what I’m about to do.” 

The incessant beeping of the machines she’s hooked up to is his only response. 

He lowers his face, and brushes his lips against the crown of her head. 

“I love you.” 

Walking away from her is hard, and he almost turns back.

But he doesn’t.

[battlestar-royco]

Considering my place in the anti community

So, I know that might be an alarming title, but rest assured I don’t see myself deactivating or ceasing discussion of SJ/M’s books any time soon. But a lot of things have led me to the decision to explicitly veer my blog in another direction. I’ve said more than once before that I made this blog around May of 2018 as a joke between me, myself, and I, as a way to vent my disappointments with the T0G and AC0TAR series into this dumb blue void. I kid you not, I literally did not expect anyone to interact with me at all, and aside from mutuals on my main, I’d never been sent an ask in all the (then) six years I had a Tumblr. I didn’t expect to meet and befriend such a passionate, salty, visionary, thoughtful community. A little over a year later, I’m interacting with too many people to keep up with, I find myself being tagged and reblogged by reputable bloggers with way bigger followings from all over Tumblr’s diversity-forward fandom communities, and I even have run-ins with anon hate and stan ridiculousness every so often. The anti community as I know it has been a welcoming home that has taught me so much. That being said, there are a few reasons I want to slightly switch gears. So here goes. This is a long one, so thanks for sticking it out, if you make it to the end.

What will remain and what will change?

More will stay the same than will change. I will still absolutely be answering asks about YA books and SJ/M, and I will be posting about the issues within them and how I think they could have gone better. I will also still be tagging such things as anti. I really enjoy discussing the nitty gritty of characters, worldbuilding, and how all that coincides with the handling of diversity and feminism in the books. This type of discussion is, I think, how I gained most of my following, so I don’t want to turn my back on you. Also, in the near future, I mainly just want my blog to be a place where diverse representation across all identity vectors and forms of media, especially fantasy books, is a focus. I want people to feel they can talk earnestly about their issues with xyz representation and/or discuss diversity struggles they come across with their own writing.

I feel like the anti community stagnates periodically and we devolve into cold wars with stans, picking apart miniscule details of the books, scouring SJ/M’s social media, repeating ourselves, or other similar activities. Going forward I want to reduce the conversations that are founded in pettiness or insulting other Tumblr users or SJ/M for things that honestly have nothing to do with the books, the YA/publishing community, or problematic behavior. Don’t get me wrong, there are plenty of things worth discussing re: problematic author/stan behavior, but it’s easy to lose sight of the reason for antis to exist in the first place. On to reasoning:

1. The connotation.

This is something many of you know about me as well, but it bears repeating: I never hated SJ/M’s books. My blog is a result of my passion and enjoyment of the earlier books twisted into disappointment. I wouldn’t have bothered making a blog about these books if I hated them from start to finish. I wouldn’t have made an “anti” account if I’d felt that my opinions would be accepted among stans. I felt there was a lack in both the anti and stan community for my experience, so I’m here to give voice to that. Although I started out talking about the negatives, I don’t think my blog has ever fit most people’s idea of “anti” on this site. There are a lot of truly toxic anti communities all over Tumblr who exist just to shit on creators and fans or to be negative out of spite, and I really have never identified with that desire, nor have I tried to exhibit that behavior. But thanks to worst of the worst on this site, anyone who calls themselves anti is automatically associated with that. I also think as a whole, every SJ/M anti is doing completely different stuff with their own blogs. We’ve got book cover criticism, opinions and advice about publishing, T0G rewrite projects, shitposts, etc. I myself started expanding months ago into providing writing advice on diversity and generally writing meta. It’s not a group of angry people yelling slurs at each other like I’ve seen other anti communities do, so I don’t think it’s the right label for me.

2. Stans.

This goes a bit with the connotation point. I feel like, especially because of how I’ve branded myself and because of antis who preceded the current batch, stans really have no idea what I’m about. I have always been clear that I do not wish to attack them or their enjoyment of/engagement with the books. And yet I’m constantly being vagued about, having my words twisted, or having my arguments and blogging style very purposely, transparently ignored/misinterpreted/ridiculed in said vague-blog posts. All this despite stans’ frequent claim that they ~never~ go into anti tags or check out our blogs, and despite their other frequent claim they don’t believe in the anti/stan divide and that we’re more alike than not. I agree that this divide is dumb, but it’s kind of hard to distance myself from it while constantly being thrown under the bus by SJ/M BNFs. I don’t mind anyone viewing or interacting with my posts, because transparency and all, but it’s tiresome to constantly defend myself because I’m being misrepresented by accounts that are 4, 5, 6 times bigger than mine who either don’t know how I run my blog or purposely mischaracterize me. I can’t control other people’s behavior and I don’t want to, but this is a change I’m making for my own mental health and to promote better behavior among both communities, and I hope others follow suit.

3. Things I’ve handled poorly and how I want to do better.

Anyone with an ask blog for a minute inevitably acquires their share of public fuck-ups. I can think of a few instances in which I would have handled a situation differently. For example, a few months ago the community as a whole was asked to expand our conversation to more than just presenting SJ/M and Bardugo as foils, and I wish I’d been less defensive there. That day made me think a lot about the way I carry myself on this blog and how limited the conversation can sometimes be. I really do appreciate any and all criticism for the community, and looking back, I feel like my reaction to that didn’t go along with the way I usually try to handle criticism. I think it would be good to try and, like OP said, infuse more book promotion into my blog in general, to try to support and read more books by marginalized authors in the future so we can discuss them more thoroughly here.

In closing/TL;DR:

This isn’t inspired by any particular event or person, but rather a lot of things that have happened in the past several months on Tumblr, in the world and the media, and in my personal life. It’s not a change that was inspired out of negativity, but more out of trying to generate a more positive framework for my Tumblr activity and seeing how I can effect change through this blog. I’m still here for rants, masterposts calling out problematic books and characters, pretty much all the book talk I was doing before. This is just a really long-winded announcement that I want to expand my blog to a general spot for discussing diversity in media. Thank you so much for sticking it out if you made it all the way down here. Here’s to improving ourselves.

[undermoonlightst]

Try Me (Yoon Jeonghan) (M)

Request:

“Hey 💕 could you maybe do a dom jeonghan smut? Thanq :)”

A/N: I DID IT!🎉🎉 I finally finished this! Please don’t ask why it took three weeks to write okay, it’s fine. I’m fine.😂 Anyway, I’m back in business. I wish this could have turned out better but... I did my best *cue insecurity*. Thank you to the anon who requested! -ren♡

➵Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x Reader

➵Warnings: smut, swearing, spanking, oral, 

*This smut is a little bit rough, so if you’re not into that, please move along... nothing to see here...*

➵Words: 5.7k

Your eyes followed Jeonghan darkly as he made his way across your apartment, throwing himself down on the sofa with his laptop in his hands. You watched as he sighed deeply and immediately began typing. Again.

He had been working on his computer all day, typing away and determinedly trying to finish his work. You understood, of course, that he had to get his job done, but what you didn’t understand was why he had to flat-out ignore you the entire day. He had barely spoken a word to you besides an indifferent, ‘Good morning’. You had done everything in your power to get his attention; from trying to spark conversation to wearing only one of his shirts that barely hit your thighs, just to get his blood pumping. Nothing. He had barely given you a second glance when he saw you in his graphic tee. By the end of the day, you were livid...and hurt. Jeonghan had never ignored you like this. Ever. He always made sure you felt needed and loved by him no matter what situation was going on in his life. There were some points during the day in which you wanted to just go run and cry in your bedroom, but you didn’t want Jeonghan to know that he was hurting you, you didn’t want to seem weak. You were much too stubborn for that and maybe... that wasn’t exactly a good thing.

Finally, after watching Jeonghan from the kitchen for several minutes, you joined him in the living room, practically throwing yourself onto a sofa that was several feet away from his. His eyes stayed glued to his computer. You felt a pang of hurt as you continued to watch him solemnly. He looked tired and worn out, the bags underneath his eyes seeming to be highlighted from the dull glow of his laptop. You felt bad for him for a split second, but then your pent up anger caught up to you again and a pout appeared on your face. “What do you want for dinner?” Jeonghan’s voice suddenly rung through the silent air, his tone hoarse and weak. Your eyes snapped up from your lap to his form, but he wasn’t looking at you, he was still typing frantically. You felt your fingers begin to shake out of anger. He couldn’t even spare a second and look at you while he asked that question? You felt something inside of you that had been threatening to crack all day, snap and you suddenly threw a pillow from the couch straight at Jeonghan. It hit him right in the face before falling and knocking his laptop off his lap and onto the floor with a crash. “Ow...shit!” He hissed, his hands hastily picking his laptop back up to check and see if it was damaged.

“What’s your problem?” His dark brown eyes narrowed and snapped to meet yours. You felt heat roll through your entire body at his intense stare, suddenly realizing that that was the first moment he had made eye contact with you the entire day.

“What’s my problem?” What’s your problem, Jeonghan?” You leapt up from the couch and Jeonghan suddenly looked stunned at your spicy attitude. He didn’t answer and you took the silence as the perfect opportunity to unleash your thoughts.

“You’ve barely said a word to me all day! You’ve been acting like I dont even exist, tossing me to the side like you don’t care! All because of some stupid project!” Your voice was getting higher in pitch with each sentence, all the pent-up hurt being hurled out suddenly against your will. You took a break from yelling, your breaths coming out in ragged huffs. Jeonghan was too stunned to defend himself and he merely stared at you.

“You think you can just abandon me like this?” You spit. Jeonghan’s face went from curious to predatorial in milliseconds flat. 

“Abandon you?” His words flowed out like honey that was laced with poison. You felt a chill go down your spine.

“You really think of me that lowly, do you?” His eyes narrowed and you took a few steps back. All you could do was shake your head.

“Do you really think that I would ever stop caring about you?” He purred angrily, slowly setting his laptop to the side and standing up from his chair. You shook your head again wildly, your heart pounding at the look in his eyes. They were expressing a mixture of hurt and anger.

Without thinking, you suddenly and very childishly, took off running, unable to look at Jeonghan any longer. You didn't mean to offend him, you just wanted him to know that he had hurt you. Tears threatened to spill over as you ran to your bedroom.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” Jeonghan urgently called your name but you refused to turn back. You didn’t even hear him running behind you before it was too late. He pinned you to your bedroom wall, your back smacking against the cold surface. You squealed in shock, Jeonghan snatching your wrists and pinning them on either sides of your head. You expected him to start scolding you or yell at you for being bratty, but you gasped when his lips hastily connected to your neck, immediately beginning to suck on the soft skin. 

“J-Jeonghan?” You whimpered his name, confused by his switch in demeanor. He groaned softly at the way you called his name and began giving you another love bite your neck to reward you.

“Do you know what you do to me?” His hot breath tickled your neck as he continued to bruise the skin and you shivered. “W-what?” You breathed out and before you even fully finished your sentence, Jeonghan had taken one of your wrists he had captive and yanked it down towards his crotch, forcing you to palm it gently. He groaned and you inhaled sharply as you felt his half-hard cock. “Why are you hard?” You asked, a confused look etched across your face. How could he possibly have gotten turned on from all the yelling and anger that was happening just a few minutes ago? Jeonghan chuckled as if to mock you for your stupid question. “You think I haven’t noticed you all day? Wearing only my shirt and strutting around this house looking like the little goddamn angel that you are? Fuck..” Jeonghan bit his lip, his fingers ghosting up to hold your jaw. “I kept trying to focus on my project but you kept bending over while you were looking for things and wiggling those sexy hips of yours. I’ve been hard practically all day. How could I possibly get anything done with you teasing me like this?” “I guess that means I have a little bit of power over you.” You whispered, your eyes twinkling. Jeonghan gave the skin above your collarbone a harsh bite to silence you. You whined at the slight pain but then chuckled breathlessly. “But you’d never admit it would you?” Jeonghan’s hand released from one of your wrists and grasped your jaw firmly, pulling you towards his face. “Always such a feisty little kitten, huh?” He growled and you shivered at the pet name he gave you. “You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, angel.” Every ounce of sass inside of you left your body instantly, and you stood there, back against the wall and Jeonghan towering over you with his face inches from yours. You felt like his prey, his dark eyes scanning your delicate features like you were his next meal. “So fucking beautiful...” The words rolled off his tongue almost silently and you swallowed audibly, waiting for his next move. His free hand slid down to hold onto your hip tightly, his other hand still holding your wrist next to your head. His lips were roughly wandering all over your jaw line and cheeks, nibbling every once in a while. You sighed at the pleasure and Jeonghan began to massage your protruding hip bone. But suddenly, his lips on you were gone and he released his grip on your wrist and hip. Your eyes snapped open and you realized that Jeonghan was walking away, leaving you standing up against the wall alone.

“Wait!” You stumbled after him. He turned around, giving you a look as if to say, ‘go on’. 

“Where are you going?”

“I have to finish my project.” Jeonghan stated simply, acting like nothing had just happened between the two of you. Your eyebrows furrowed in a mixture of confusion and annoyance and a smirk slowly melted onto Jeonghan’s face at your unsatisfied reaction.

“Is there something you were wanting?” He cooed in a sing-song voice. You wanted to slap him. You hated when he teased you like this, but he had riled you up too much and you didn’t feel like fighting back against his sneaky game. 

“You.” You breathed. A visible shudder ran through Jeonghan’s body at your words. There was silence for several moments.

“Not now.” He turned and continued to walk away.

“Not now?” You repeated his words angrily. He didn't answer you, his form disappearing around the corner as he made his way back to the living room.

“Jeonghan!” You shouted after him. Your insides fumed with rage and sexual frustration. You felt like pouncing on him and forcing him to kiss you, touch you, something. There was a dull ache in between your thighs and you felt your self-control quickly fading away. You turned the corner, strutting after your boyfriend, anxious to catch up with him before he got on his computer again and became M.I.A. for the rest of the night.

You caught up to him and when he turned around, a look of surprise on his face, you took advantage of his vulnerable state and trapped him against the wall. Revenge is so sweet.

“What the hell are you doing?” His tone was sharp but you ignored it. You slung an arm around his neck and brought him close to your face.

“You’re not allowed to ignore me any longer.” You purred, your other hand slowly making its way down his chest. Jeonghan quirked an eyebrow at you like your comment was a challenge.

“Oh I’m not am I?” He whispered. You shook your head, your hand teasing the waistband of his jeans. His eyes slowly dropped to look at your hand that was threatening to crawl inside of his pants. He felt his heart thumping at the anticipation. He would be lying to himself if he had said he didn’t want you. But he had to get his work done, it was due tomorrow. He didn’t have time to play this little game, no matter how loudly his body was screaming at him to just throw you onto the bed and devour you, fuck you like the bad little girl you are.

“Shit...” He whispered, his thoughts getting the best of him as he continued to eye your wandering fingers. Oh how those delicate little fingers would feel around his cock, pumping him softly, bringing him closer to his release. Jeonghan snapped out of his trance and his eyes came to meet yours.

“I don’t have time for this.” He made to move but you hastily put both your hands on either side of his body. He sighed in annoyance.

“I said no, (Y/N).” He threatened you and you felt your legs weaken momentarily. He always looked and sounded so sexy when he was trying to dominate the situation. You anxiously wondered if it was smart to challenge him and you thought about what he might would do to you if you didn’t do what he wanted.

“Let me go.” His voice was low and authoritative and you bit your lip.

“No.” You dared, your eyes meeting his.

“Excuse me?” He scoffed. You could tell he was getting angry and you didn’t know if you should be afraid or aroused. Your stubborn side decided to take action and you began to undo Jeonghan’s pants.

Your fingers fumbled with his belt and zipper, pulling his pants down to his knees so fast that he had no time to register what was happening. “W-wait. (Y/N)-.” His words died on his tongue and a deep sigh replaced them when your hand found his underwear-clad bulge, palming it softly. “Oh...God..” 

Your desire was racing through the roof, your imagination running wild. Your fingers found the waistband of Jeonghan’s boxers and you pulled them down quickly, his erection springing free. He gasped as the cold hair hit his cock and he stared down at you in utter shock of your actions. Your eyes were glued to his member and your hand was wrapped around him in an instant. Jeonghan stifled a whimper as he looked down at you; watching you practically drool over his cock was making him so aroused that he had to physically swallow his desire. The way your eyes twinkled as you gave him a single pump made him hiss loudly. Teasing was a waste of time, you wanted him now. Before Jeonghan could object, you got on your knees and hastily wrapped your lips around him.

He felt his legs weaken, relief finally rushing through his entire body. He had been aroused and frustrated all day, thoughts of you plaguing his mind as you pranced around the house in nothing but a fucking tee shirt as you gave him  slutty looks. You were his little angel, his princess. And no matter how badly he didn’t want to admit, he was hopelessly weak for you. Every little thing you did riled him and had his hormones pumping. 

He let his head fall back against the wall with a thud and his mouth fell agape, stuttered breaths escaping as he tried to hold himself back. You smiled around his cock, proud of yourself, thinking you had won the fight. You hollowed your cheeks and Jeonghan moaned loudly against his own will. His hand flew to cover his mouth and he pressed his head harder against the wall. You chuckled, the vibrations on Jeonghan’s cock only made the pleasure greater. You began bobbing your head, taking him deeper in your throat each time. Jeonghan’s hand flew to your hair, gripping it so tight that you hissed from the dull sting.

He fought the deafening urge to buck his hips and mouth-fuck you. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he was struggling to keep his hips still and they were moving instinctively at their own will. You moaned when you felt his hips moving subtly and you tried to take him even deeper, gagging slightly. Jeonghan cried out at the pleasure and you were suddenly shoved off of him roughly, tumbling off your knees and to the ground. You looked up at him and shock and shuddered at how dark his eyes were. His cheeks were flushed from the stimulation and he was panting heavily. However, it was his eyes that had arousal running through your body. He was staring at you like you were his prey and he was ready to devour you. You held your breath instinctively. 

God, you looked gorgeous. Jeonghan licked his lips as he stared down at you. You looked so vulnerable, laying there on the ground, your legs slightly spread and the shirt you were wearing hiked up slightly so Jeonghan could see your panties. He noted the visible wet spot on them and he smirked to himself.

“You think you can get away with this?” He demanded and you shook your head violently.

“No?” He said louder. You shook your head again, your eyes widening.

“I can’t hear you, doll.” He pulled his underwear and pants up roughly, taking a step towards you. You instinctively backed away and Jeonghan chuckled softly.

“Where’s my feisty kitten now, huh? You think you can get away with this? Answer me.” His voice boomed and you flinched. 

“N-No.” You panted. Jeonghan’s face softened for a second and he nodded in approval at your response. He bent over you slightly and admired your vulnerable form for several long seconds.

“Well, you were right.” He reached down and snatched your wrist and pulled you off the ground and onto your feet. You stumbled slightly, unable to catch your breath as Jeonghan literally dragged you to the bedroom. You struggled to keep up with him as he pulled you, his grip on your wrist almost painful. Once you realized where you were going, your heart began to race at the realization of what was happening. When you both got to the bedroom, Jeonghan released your wrist for only a second as he sat down at the edge of the bed before grabbing your waist and suddenly bending your body over so you were laying on his legs. The rough action knocked the wind out of you but your heart was  beating quicker in anticipation. You could still feel Jeonghan’s erection pressing against your stomach as you laid over his lap. He ghosted his fingers over the tops of your thighs and your body jolted slightly from the electricity of the touch. You whimpered and he sighed contently. 

“Do you know what happens when you make me upset, little girl?” He breathed, suddenly yanking your oversized shirt up your body to expose your ass. You gasped as the cold air hit your almost-bare behind, the only thing covering you was a simple thong. This realization made Jeonghan smile sinfully and he brought a hand to massage the tender skin.

“P-punishment...” You whispered, barely audible.

“What was that?” Jeonghan sweetly asked, his hand that was rubbing circles on your ass stopping suddenly.

“Punishment.” You shivered, burying your face into Jeonghan’s thigh. You heard him chuckle and you could feel his eyes on you, eating up your vulnerable position.

“That’s right, baby girl.” Jeonghan praised you. “You’ve been taught well.”

He didn’t even give you a warning. His palm came down on your ass cheek with a loud smack and you cried out in shock, unprepared for his actions. He kept his hand on the spot that he spanked and leaned over you towards your ear.

“Oh, fuck.” You wail, your fingers digging into Jeonghan’s thighs.

“That’s for saying I abandoned you.” He whispered harshly in your ear, his hot breath tickling your face. You swallowed audibly.

“I-I’m sorry.” You whimpered. Jeonghan spanked you again and you mewled, your butt stinging wildly. You buried your face deeper into his thigh.

“Are you? Are you sorry?” Another smack.

“Yes!” You wailed, reaching out and gripping the edge of the bed. Jeonghan made a humming sound as if to consider your apology.

“How about for yelling at me and throwing a pillow at my face, are you sorry for that, pretty girl?” Jeonghan delivered your ass another spank and you groaned at the mixture of pain and pleasure, tears coming to your eyes. You couldn’t respond for a few seconds as you recovered but Jeonghan wasn’t having it.

“Answer me when I talk to you.” He growled, slapping your other cheek forcefully. You moaned and gripped Jeonghan’s thigh harder, causing him to groan at the slight pain of your nails digging into his skin.

“God, yes, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” You cried, panting heavily. Jeonghan was satisfied with your answer and massaged your butt cheeks softly to ease some of the pain. His sudden sweet actions confused you, but that was the power of his duality.

“And...” He began quietly as he hooked a finger in the waistband of your thong, “What about sucking my cock without my permission, hm?” He roughly tugged the unnecessary underwear down your legs and threw them somewhere in the room. You felt exposed and slightly embarrassed at being basically naked and bent over Jeonghan’s thighs, but when you looked back at him, your insecurity faded when you saw the way he was admiring your behind.

“You let me.” You whispered. He froze, and you immediately regretted your choice of words.

“What did you just say?” He spit, his voice deep and sharp. You shook your head fervently.

“Nothing, I’m sorry!”

But it was too late. Jeonghan had already heard what you said. He spanked you again, and again, and again. You would have been lying to yourself if you said you didn’t like when he spanked you mercilessly. The sounds that were coming out of your mouth were sinfully beautiful and were a mixture of wails and high-pitched melodic moans that were making Jeonghan lose his cool, quickly. He was so hopelessly turned on as he delivered each smack to your ass, that after time, his hands were shaking as he spanked you, the euphoria he was feeling driving him insane.

“Oh, Daddy!” You gasped and Jeonghan groaned loudly at your words. 

“That’s my girl.” He praised you, rubbing your cheeks again to reduce the pain. “That’s enough, I think you’ve learned your lesson. Promise me you’ll be a good girl from now on.”

“I promise.” You choked out. Jeonghan smirked and gave your ass an affectionate pat that didn’t help the stinging sensation you were feeling. He carefully helped you off of his lap and stood up, immediately bringing you close to him again. His dark eyes met yours and the intensity of his stare made your legs feel weak; he looked ready to ravish you. His fingers danced on the hem of his shirt you wearing momentarily before he ripped it over your head. You were left only in your bra, embarrassment suddenly washing over you. You blushed deeply and Jeonghan inwardly cooed at your shyness. His fingers slid up your stomach and cupped your clothed breast. He squeezed slightly, his eyes never leaving yours and you whimpered quietly at the intensity of it all.

“No need for this, is there?” He thumbed your bra strap and you shook your head sheepishly. Jeonghan smiled, dipping his head down to give the skin above your breasts a few soft kisses. His hand snaked around to your back and he undid the clasp with a soft pop. The cold air brushed against your nipples as your bra was removed and you shivered subtly, the sensation making the wetness between your thighs even more noticeable. It was as if Jeonghan read your mind.

“Are you wet for me?” His hot breath tickled your ear as he kissed it sensually. His hands held your hips against his and you could feel his erection through his jeans again. The thought made your mouth begin to water and when you didn’t answer him, Jeonghan nibbled at your outer ear and you squeaked in surprise.

“Hm? Are you, angel?” He lifted his head to look at you.

“Y-yes. Very.” You swallowed.

“Then lay down on the bed for me. I want to have a look.”

You obeyed immediately, slowly laying down on your back, the cold sheets feeling heavenly against your hot skin. Jeonghan was standing over you at the edge of the bed, his eyes scanning every inch of your naked body. He bit his lip roughly as if it hold back his lust for you. You watched as desire slowly overtook his whole being and you instinctively spread your legs open to give him the view you knew he was fantasizing about.

Jeonghan’s mouth opened slightly and he swallowed back a moan at the sight of your glistening core. Oh, shit. His body was screaming and his pants were painfully tight. You were perfection in every way possible. And you were everything Jeonghan’s ever wanted.

“You are wet for me.” His voice cracked slightly, his eyes never leaving your core. You nodded and slowly slid your fingers down your stomach and to your folds, teasing the outer lips. You sighed at the much needed contact, pushing your head back against the mattress. Your fingers slipped through your folds and as soon as you felt how wet you were, Jeonghan grabbed your wrist that was playing with yourself and you opened your eyes to see him hovering over you.

“Let Daddy do that for you.” He soothed, pulling your hand away from your pussy. He stood up again and began undressing himself, sliding his shirt off quickly. You gawked at his bare chest and toned stomach, wanting to touch him immediately. Jeonghan began undoing his belt and the scene before both of you was highly erotic. You were naked and spread out for him, waiting eagerly for his touch while he stood over you undoing his belt. It was lewd and hot, and all both of you wanted was to have your bodies intertwined with each other in the sheets. As soon as Jeonghan’s pants came off your eyes immediately met with his underwear-clad member. He was painfully hard, the wet spot on his underwear giving away his unbearable arousal. “Finally.” He growled and crawled on top of you, your body shaking with anticipation. He smashed his lips against yours and you moaned into the kiss, content that his lips were finally on yours after they had been teasing practically everywhere else all this time. His kisses were greedy and rough, like he hadn’t kissed you in ages. “Be a good girl and keep those legs open for me, alright?” He whispered breathlessly against your lips and you nodded. His fingers brushed against your folds and you mewled. Jeonghan sighed contently and continued to rub his fingers through your wetness. “So wet...” He hummed to himself, his digit brushing against your clit, causing you to jerk with pleasure. “You like that pretty girl?” “Oh God, yes.” You whined, bucking your hips into his fingers to get more friction against your bundle of nerves. You core was clenching around nothing with each stroke of Jeonghan’s fingers, and you began to feel light-headed from the much needed pleasure. To make it even harder for you to breathe, Jeonghan leaned down and took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking harshly. You sighed and arched your back, your hand reaching out blindly to grab onto anything it could find. It found purchase in Jeonghan’s hair and tugged roughly, causing him to hiss around your nipple. “That’s right baby, pull my hair.” He groaned, his finger teasing your entrance and his mouth moving to give your other nipple the same amount of attention. You fought against the urge to close your legs around Jeonghan’s hand, the pleasure proving to be too much as he slowly entered his finger inside of you. He chuckled softly and the vibration around your nipple made you arch your back. “Oh God, your tight even around my finger, angel. I can’t even imagine how my cock will feel inside of you.” He groaned and you felt a heat wave roll through your body at his dirty talk. “I want to fuck you so badly, kitten.” He whined, his finger curling inside of you. “I don’t know if I can hold myself back much longer.” “Then don’t.” You panted, your face red from the bliss you were feeling. Jeonghan moaned at your words. “But there’s so much I want to do you.” He began pumping his finger in and out of you at an unforgiving pace. Your free hand found his shoulder and you dug your fingernails into his skin, your eyes closing as you focused on his finger inside of you. It felt good, but you wanted more. You wanted him. “We can do that later. I want you.” You used your hand in Jeonghan’s hair to push his head down to meet your lips and they collided in a heated kiss. “Really? You want Daddy’s cock?” He huffed in between kisses. “Yes. Please, Daddy. I want it so bad.” Your tongues intertwined with each other feverishly. Jeonghan wanted to make you beg for it, but his body was practically screaming for release and he didn’t have the patience for it. He removed his finger from you and his boxers came down quickly. Your heart raced with anticipation. “Please...” You whispered repeatedly as Jeonghan shifted above you. He smirked at your desperateness. “Be patient, little girl. Just a little longer.” He reached for the nightstand, sloppily pulling it open and grabbing a condom. He sat back on his knees to put on the rubber, his eyes scanning your body quickly. “So beautiful...” He whispered and you smiled sheepishly. He got situated in between your legs and by this point, your pussy was just aching to be fucked. You felt his cock bump against your folds and your hands flew to his shoulders, gripping tightly. “Daddy.” You whined at the feeling as he began to softly thrust, his cock brushing your clit blissfully. “Please.” Jeonghan chuckled. “I know, baby girl. I can’t wait any longer.” Before you could reply, he rammed himself inside of you to the hilt. You cried out loudly, your hand immediately flying to cover your mouth. Jeonghan’s face contorted with pleasure and he groaned erotically before grabbing your hand and pulling it away from your mouth. He intertwined his fingers with yours and pushed your hand into the mattress next to your head. “Don’t muffle your sounds.” He panted through the pleasure he was feeling. “Moan for me, darling.” He began thrusting, barely given you time to adjust to his length. He squeezed your hand that was intertwined with his, a soft and romantic gesture that contradicted with his lewd actions. You could hear how wet you were with each thrust and it made your head fuzzy with arousal. Jeonghan quickly picked up his speed, unable to hold himself back. Your mouth was agape and your eyes squeezed shut as you focused on the feeling of him stretching you. “Look at me.” He hissed and your eyes snapped open. You made intense eye contact and you watched in awe as Jeonghan’s face kept contorting with pleasure, soft groans and pants of effort escaping his lips. Sweat was dripping from his temples and his cheeks were flushed a deep red as he thrusted into you desperately. He looked hotter than you had ever seen him before. He knew he wouldn’t last long, not with how revved up you had had him all day long. He groaned loudly as he felt his high coming and he pulled out of you suddenly. “On your knees.” He commanded and you didn’t dare disobey, flipping your body over and getting up on all fours. Jeonghan grabbed your hips and reentered you as soon as you were in position. You moaned in bliss. He began thrusting at an animalistic pace, chasing his high desperately. “You’re such a good girl for me.” He grunted between thrusts. “Such a good girl...” You hummed appreciatively, your arms already getting tired because of Jeonghan’s merciless pace that was causing your body to rock back and forth. You felt his hand feeling your ass, groping it softly. He pushed your cheeks apart so he could admire his cock going in and out of you. “Look how well you take Daddy’s cock.” He moaned and your heat clenched at his dirty words. The sight made Jeonghan’s cock twitch and he sensed the end nearing quickly. His hand desperately snaked around your hip and his thumb brushed against your clit. “Oh, Jeonghan.” Your arms gave out suddenly and you fell forward onto your face, your hands gripping the sheets as pleasure overtook you. Jeonghan pushed down on your back to make you arch and you did as he pleased. He hummed appreciatively, his thumb rubbing desperate circles onto your swollen clit. Your core began clenching rhythmically and Jeonghan hissed at the way your pussy squeezed his cock. “So good...” He whimpered. “So, so good.” “Jeonghan, I-I’m-“ Jeonghan shushed you. “I know, kitten. I’m close too. Come for me, sweet girl.” You groaned in response, your knees shaking uncontrollably as you arched your back further. Jeonghan thrusted into you even harder, the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room. You felt a tightening sensation in your core and you buried your face deep within the sheets. You moaned Jeonghan’s name religiously and it only spurred him on to rub your clit faster. Your high hit you suddenly and you wailed uncontrollably, your pussy clenching with each wave of pleasure that overtook you. Jeonghan groaned at you clenching around him and his thrusts became erratic as he tried to rub your clit to help you ride out your high. He came only seconds after you, throwing his head back and moaning with pleasure, sweat dripping down his forehead. He gave you a few more thrusts to ride out his orgasm as long as possible. You both took several seconds to recover, the only sound to be heard was the desperate panting coming from both of you. Jeonghan pulled out of you slowly and you heard him get up from the bed to dispose of the condom. You collapsed onto your stomach, exhausted but completely satisfied. When Jeonghan returned, he sat down next to you on the bed and began to rub your back affectionately. “I’m sorry.” Were the first words that came out of his mouth. You turned your head to look at him, a look of confusion on your face. “What?” “I’m sorry. For ignoring you all day. That was wrong of me, you were right. I was so caught up in my project that I really did abandon you unintentionally.” His eyes looked sad and he seemed angry with himself. You suddenly felt bad for all the mean things you had said to him before things got... sexy. “No, it’s okay.” You rolled onto your side, flinching slightly at how sore your body already was. “I shouldn’t have said all that stuff to you, I’m sorry.” Jeonghan shook his head, crawling over so he could lay down next to you and embracing you in his arms. You wiped some of the sweat off his forehead. You admired how handsome he looked with his ruffled hair and pink cheeks. “Everything you said was true, I deserved it.” “No you didn’t.” “Yes I did.” “No, you didn’t! It’s fine!” You laughed and pressed your forehead against his. Jeonghan sighed happily at the contact. “Well, either way, I’m sorry for ignoring you.” He kissed your lips quickly. “It’s okay. I’m sorry for trying to distract you.” You giggled and a smirk appeared on Jeonghan’s face. “You always get what you want.”

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Leave Room For Dessert (M) [R]

Requested by anon. Whoever you are, I love you. 

SUMMARY; Yoongi’s been working hard, good for him, but it’s left the both of you feeling  ridiculously lonely. Now you finally have some time alone and... you have dinner plans with the boys. Fuck. Good thing that’s not stopping Yoongi. 

Genre : Minor fluff, mostly smut, smut, au, fanfiction, request, one-shot

Pairing : Reader x Min Yoongi

Contains : filth, oral, fingering, slight voyeurism, praise kink, sex, slow sex, rough sex, creampie, unprotected sex, hair pulling

MASTER LIST

Yoongi is on top of you the moment he gets home.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans into your mouth as he pins you to the couch. “I’ve missed you all fucking day.”

“F-Fuck, what’s gotten into you?”

“I haven’t touched you in almost two weeks and I’m losing my fucking mind,” he says, his lips moving down your neck. You shiver into his touch, leaning to the side to give him more access. “Good girl,” he praises. His hands are undoing your shirt, and he happily tweaks your nipples until they’re pink and oversensitive.

“Oh, fuck, Yoongi… More.”

His hands undo your shirt, and he happily tweaks your nipples until they’re pink and oversensitive. As he moves to toy with the button atop your jeans, a loud ringing sounds from the kitchen counter. It’s the sound of Yoongi screaming “J-Hope” which he set for fun, but the voice currently has him irritated more than anything.

“Fuck,” he hisses as he strides over to the counter to pick up his phone, putting it on speaker as he walks back over to you. “Hello?”

“Ay, bro!” shouts Hoseok excitedly. “You guys are still coming to dinner tonight, right?”

You and Yoongi look at each other, alarmed. “Right!” Yoongi answers quickly while your head swivels to the clock. It’s nearly seven.

“Yay! Just wanted to check in on you guys. Everyone’s already here.”

“Y-Yeah!” you reply. “We’re just stuck in really heavy traffic.”

“Oh, hi Y/N!”

“I’m thinking we’ll be there in fifteen… twenty minutes?” you say as both you and Yoongi hurry to the bedroom to change.

“Damn. Alright. See you then!”

Hoseok hangs up, leaving you and your boyfriend in a rushed, scrambled state. It’s far easier for Yoongi to get ready; all he really needed was to change his outfit. You’re trying to dress and do your hair and make-up within a five-minute time span. “See, this is why we put things on the calendar!” you exclaim while you curl your hair as Yoongi rifles through your closet.

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbles. “How about the red one?”

“It shrunk, remember? Choose a different one.”

“Ugh, why do you have so many dresses?”

“‘Cause you keep buying them for me!”

“Well, if you wouldn’t look so damn good in everything, this wouldn’t be an issue!”

“How is it my fault that you like buying me stuff so you can, what was it? Tear it off later?”

You don’t need to see Yoongi to know he’s blushing right now. “Shut up.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Well now would be a great time for me to have bought you something new.”

“Yeah, except you were too busy thinking about putting your hands down my pants.”

“Again, not my fault!”

You ignore him, instead attending to your lipstick when he shouts, “Fuck yes! Wear this one!” He steps out of your closet to reveal his dress of choice: a black number with a slit in the leg. You roll your eyes at him.

“That one, really?”

He shrugs and smiles. “It rides up your leg when you sit down.”

“Oh, my god. Do you always get this perverted when you don’t have sex for a while?”

“Yes!” he laughs.

“You’re unbelievable,” you say, but you change into the dress anyway.

—

You arrive at the restaurant a whole thirty minutes late; the boys hadn’t even bothered to look at their menus yet because they wanted to wait, and you wouldn’t stop apologizing.

“It’s fine!” Taehyung laughs. “Not like you can control traffic, right?”

“Yes, but if we’d only left sooner—”

“Ah, we’ve all done it before,” says Namjoon as he picks through the menu. “Remember that one-time Jin-hyung was late to his own birthday party?”

“Look! That wasn’t my fault!” he exclaims, and everyone laughs.

The waiter comes back and takes everyone’s orders, and the conversation gets lively from there. The boys fill you in on all their work, knowing full well how much you enjoy hearing the stories behind their new choreography or music. “It was a brilliant idea from Hobi-ah!” Jimin chirps happily. “The juxtaposition at the bridge.”

Hoseok beams. “Only because it was perfect for your voice!” Jimin giggles and hides his face at the compliment, but everyone knows he’s enjoying it. Hoseok shifts his attention over to Namjoon and Yoongi, and soon enough the three rappers are immersed in a conversation on their latest development. The singers and yourself try to follow along, but they talk as quickly as they rap and eventually you give up.

“So how was your day?” asks Taehyung, turning his attention to you.

“Ah, boring. I don’t do nearly anything as-s i-interesting as you guys!”

Jungkook looks at you suspiciously. “Uh, you okay?”

“Yes,” you reply through grit teeth. Truth be told, you’re not because your ass of a boyfriend decided that now was a good time to put his hand up your legs. Yoongi remains enraptured by his conversation, seemingly unfazed by the entire situation. Damn him. And damn you for letting him choose the dress. “What are you doing?” you hiss at Yoongi.

He leans into your ear and whispers, “They’re staring at you.”

“No, they are not! They’re my friends!”

“Yeah, friends who’ve had a longer dry spell than I have.”

“Y-Yoongi!”

“But really, Y/N,” Jin says, taking your attention away from Yoongi. “What’s life been like? Feel like we haven’t caught up in forever.”

“Um, it’s been alright. This asshole is hard to deal with.”

“Yeah, and you haven’t even been living with him that long!” laughs Hoseok loudly. Jin and Hoseok are both poking fun at Yoongi, and eventually the rest of them join in. You might too if you weren’t so ridiculously distracted. You grip Yoongi’s wrist tightly when his hand, which has been rubbing you up till now, pulls aside your panties and starts playing with any piece of exposed skin he can get at.

“Yoongi,” you whine.

“What is it, babygirl?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” asks Jimin from across the table.

“Mm! Mmhm!”

“What about you, Yoongi-ah? You’ve barely touched your food.”

“Oh, you know,” he says with a lazy grin, “just saving up for dessert.”

One look between you and Yoongi has Jin doubling over in laughter. “Yah! We’re in public!” Yoongi only shrugs at him.

“What are you talking about?” Jungkook asks, looking back and forth confusedly. You shoot him a look of apology while Jin only yells, not being able to form a coherent sentence. Namjoon seems to catch on too, though he’s far more embarrassed about it than his older friend.

“Hyung,” he scolds, but anything he was about to say is lost on his tongue. Instead he looks away, desperately trying to avoid looking at you.

Yoongi stands up and holds his hand out for you. “If you’ll excuse us.”

“Yoongi!”

“What? We’ll be right back.”

Yoongi escorts you to the bathrooms at the back of the restaurant. The men’s room is occupied, but the women’s room isn’t, so he quickly pulls you inside and locks the door.

“I cannot believe you,” you laugh as he props you up on the counter. He moves in between your legs and smiles up at you.

“You know you love me. Plus you’re very distracting.”

“I’m distracting? I’m not the one getting handsy at dinner time!”

“Well maybe if you weren’t so goddamn beautiful…”

You might respond if not for his hands hastily bunching your dress up around your waist. His fingers traced patterns on your thighs until they got to your panties. He hooked his finger around the waistband and pulled it down to your ankles. He paused for a second to smirk at you. “You look good like this.” His lips meet yours in a bruising kiss, sucking the air out of your lungs.

“Y-Yoongi,” you breathe. “More.” His eyes sparkle as he smirks at you before he’s pulling you into another deep kiss; his hands trail to your exposed center, dipping in once. You gasp, grabbing at his wrist. “D-Don’t tease me.”

“Fine,” he replies, leaning his head down, “but only because we have people waiting on us.”

His tongue pokes at your entrance before he dives in fully, and his nose brushes against your clit with every stroke. You whine loudly and, remembering you’re in a public place, grip his head between your thighs while biting your lip.

“Don’t hold back, babe,” he laughs. His skilled tongue flicks over your bud and plays with it, ignoring your squirming and desperate pleas for more.

“P-Please. Fuck, please. Don’t tease me anymore.”

He doesn’t respond, instead resorting to mercilessly licking at your center while his fingers pull and prod and your swollen clit. You’re moaning loudly, and in the back of your mind you hope no one can hear you.

“C’mon, babe. Let go.”

It doesn’t take much convincing for you to obey. “Shit! Yes, Yoongi!” you shout, scrunching his hair in your hands as you cum on his tongue. He drinks you greedily, not stopping until you’re forcibly pushing him away. He laughs as he watches you come down and wipes the evidence of your release off his chin.

“Cute.”

“Fuck off.”

“C’mere,” he chuckles, helping you tidy yourself up and get down. You land with a quiet thud and he pulls you tightly to him, pressing his lips against yours. “Ready to go back?”

“Ugh, I guess. They’re never gonna let me live this down though.”

“Eh, I’ll make them shut up. After you.”

“Why, thank you.”

His arm is draped protectively over your shoulders as the both of you walk back to your table. Jin gives the both of you a theatrical thumbs up while Jimin can’t stop laughing. Jungkook looks as embarrassed as Namjoon does. “So…” starts Hoseok. “How was dessert?”

“Hoseok!” you hiss.

“It was great!” answers Yoongi.

“Oh my god,” you groan.

“It’s fine, Y/N! Here, how about I pay for actual dessert? You like chocolate cake, right?”

—

After you say your goodbyes, Yoongi is taking you to the car, ever so eager to return home.

“What’s the rush?” you ask.

“You.”

“What’d I do?”

“Not me… yet.”

“Are you always this fucking corny?”

“I’m corny when I’m horny,” he laughs.

“Fuck off!” you shout, but of course you’re laughing as you slide into the passenger’s seat. Yoongi swiftly begins the drive home, and you’re so busy admiring the city lights in the fading sky that you’re not paying attention to the way your boyfriend stares at you. He admires you from his vantage point, loving the way you bask in the lowlight. As if of its own accord, his hand finds yours, and he rubs circles on your wrist absentmindedly. That is, until, he gets the urge to watch you squirm. His hand moves from your wrist to your panties to your pussy, and soon enough, you’re slumped against the car seat, breathing heavily as Yoongi teases your insides.

“Fuck…” you moan lowly. He doesn’t respond, instead preferring to curl his fingers inside you so that you’re whining loudly. “Yoongi!”

“Like that, baby?”

“Y-Yes! Oh my god, please.”

“Don’t worry babe, we’re almost there.”

“Just…”

“Just?”

“Let me cum… please.”

“Not yet.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” Yoongi removes himself from you and licks his fingers, loving the gaping look you give him as he redirects his attention to the road.

“Fuck you, Min,” you growl.

“Well that’s the plan.”

—

When Yoongi pulls in, the both of you are practically sprinting up to your apartment. Your hands are all over each other the moment he has you inside. “Fuck,” he groans as you start licking at his neck. “I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for this.”

“I know I have,” you say as you pull him into the bedroom. “Fucking tease.”

He picks you up and tosses you onto the bed carelessly, climbing on top of you after. “I’m,” he says between kisses, “not… the one… parading around… in a dress like that.”

“You chose the dress, asshole.”

He smirks. “You’re right. Mostly so I could do this though.” He grabs the zipper and yanks it down quickly, nearly snapping it in the process.

“This is why you always have to buy me new stuff!”

“You like getting new stuff anyways.”

“I guess that’s true,” you giggle as you flip yourselves over so that you lay on top of him. You unbutton his shirt quickly, laying kisses down his chest until you reach his pants. As eagerly as he’d taken off your dress, you take off his slacks, palming at the hardening member in his boxers.

“No time, baby,” he says as you begin to stroke him slowly. “I need to fuck you.”

“I wanna ride you.”

“Fuck,” he hisses. “We’ll who’s stopping you?”

You grin and place a soft kiss on his lips before grabbing his hard cock and guiding it to your dripping entrance. You rub yourself along it twice before fulling sinking onto it ever so slowly.

“Fuck,” the both of you groan in unison.

He grabs your waist and rubs his thumbs on you soothingly. “Whenever you’re ready,” he coos.

You nod and begin moving up on him slowly. His grip tightens on you, but he restrains himself from bucking against you. You work up a comfortable rhythm, grinding on him until you’re fucking yourself on him in a frenzy. “Fuck! Fuck!”

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby. You feel so fucking good.”

You drop your head into his shoulder as you grind down on him, whining in discomfort when you get tired. He takes the hint and flips you over, propping one leg on his shoulder. He fucks into you brutally and relentlessly, and you’re sobbing with the pleasure of it all. “Fuck! Yoongi!”

“Hold on, babe. You’re doing so good. Always so good for me.”

“Y-Yoongi! I’m gonna—”

“You can do it, babe.”

To chase away your orgasm, he switches positions. He bends you over on your stomach so that your face is in the mattress. His hand firmly wraps around your hair as he enters you again. “Fuck,” he moans loudly. “You feel so good.”

“Yoongi!” you cry as he fucks you. The sounds are loud and obscene, and your neighbors probably hate you, but you couldn’t care less because you feel so good. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Me too, baby. Fuck, I’m almost there!”

“Shit!”  You cum loudly on his dick, and the clenching of your pussy causes him to release inside you. He collapses beside you and you fall into the mattress, the both of you breathing heavily. He doesn’t even bother cleaning either of you up, instead wrapping himself around your sweaty body.

“Babe…”

“Just go to sleep. You can yell at me in the morning.”

“Mm, I love you.”

“Love you too.”

[justreadingfics]

Looking For a Heartbeat (2/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Series Summary: You and Bucky used to be in a relationship. Feelings were hurt, you left. It’s been two years and you’re back. You both will handle the reunion well, won’t you?

Chapter Summary: You two have a small interaction. Steve’s back. You don’t want to stop helping Bucky, even if he doesn’t know a thing. How long will you be able to keep the control of the situation?

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings for this chapter: angst, past break-up, unresolved feelings nightmares.

 A/N: Here’s chapter two. The idea came from this anon request which has been waiting on my ask box since forever: Do you still do requests? I really want a story where the reader has F.R.I.D.A.Y. wake her up whenever Bucky has nightmares so she can calm him down and Steve finds out. @lesqui Ily.

Please, let me know what you think.

Part 1/Part 2/ Part 3 

Masterlist.

 You hated parties. So much. Yet, there you were. The voice of your grandfather echoed in your mind, telling you that going to events, socializing, and making contacts were an essential part of the job. “Kicking some asses isn't all this is about, pumpkin,” he used to say.  You remember going with him at very early age, having to memorize the name of all the big players and how each of them could be beneficial to SHIELD.

The perks of being raised by one of the founders of the powerful organization. Even years after his death, you couldn’t help but following his lead, not missing one single event like the one you were at now.

Leaning on the balcony, you took a sip of your champagne, scanning the place, identifying at least a dozen of people you would have to socialize with before the end of the night.  

However, before you got into action, your gaze landed upon him. Bucky Barnes. The former Winter Soldier. Four spots away from you at the bar, asking for a drink of his own. You wondered what Steve had to do to drag him there. Since he got to the team, he had been keeping to himself, interacting with almost nobody, except Steve and occasionally Sam.

You knew the famous brainwashing wasn’t a problem anymore and he’d been doing well on the missions he had been assigned to, but your efforts on exchanging a bit more than the good mornings and hellos with him, it was to no avail.

The man intrigued you. Not to mention he was hot as fuck. Considering the two samples you worked with, the 40’s should have been a damn good decade to live in.

You were taking another sip of your glass when he inadvertently turned his face to you, catching you gawking. You quickly moved your gaze to your front. But your eyes were also quick on betraying you, seeking for him again.

And then you saw something you had never seen him doing before: he was smiling. Bucky Barnes was fully turned to your direction and sporting a small, yet gorgeous smile on his beautiful mouth. The man who hadn´t acknowledged your existence so far was aiming the sweetest of smiles at you.

You felt a broad grin of your own tugging at your lips and some weird fluttering feelings taking over your stomach.

Oh, shit... this can’t be good.

~~~

Why is the fucking kitchen so far fucking away? The thought pops into your mind while you drag your feet to said kitchen, aiming to fill your empty whining stomach, hoping to be lucky enough and find nobody there. You haven´t managed to sleep for a single minute since the night before. The moments with Bucky and the last words he said before you dashed out of his bedroom ended the possibilities of you having any kind of rest, as you kept reliving them in your mind.

I’m sorry…I’m sorry…

They weighed over you, over your heart especially, bringing out emotions and feelings you thought you had done a good job on burying inside the depths of you. It isn´t so, apparently, for those simple words were enough to erase two years of your life. Two years of running away, two years of forgetting. Or trying to.

You wonder if you really made the right call on coming back. Being away seems a very good and reasonable decision now, why did you have to go and change your stupid mind? You take a deep sigh, pushing the kitchen´s door open. You know damn well why you changed your mind-

“Good morning, sunshine.”

Of course luck wouldn´t be your friend that morning. “Morning, Nat…” you murmur, “Sam...Wanda…” you nod to the other only two occupants of the table, who wish you their mouthful “good mornings” as you walk to the coffee machine and help yourself with a cup of strong espresso, before joining the group.

“Okay,” Natasha drags the word after a moment of the three of them staring at you, while you fill your plate with some of the eggs and bacon from the pan on the table, “what exactly ran over you last night?”

You let out a bitter laugh, you surely look like shit after the hell of a night you had, “Like I´m the only one here with sleeping troubles every now and then.”

Wanda and Sam shrug and keep eating, finding no lies in what you said, while Natasha smirks, “I missed you. Thought two years away from us, simple avengers, would change you. I´m glad it didn´t.”

“I don´t think simple is the word you looking for, Tasha,” You don´t have to force the smile curling up your lips. You´ve missed everybody, but Wanda and Natasha would always hold a special place in your heart. Your little squad, having your back no matter what.

“All right, but the real question is: to what do we owe the honor of having the illustrious director of the infamous European branch of new SHIELD among us?” Sam says the words with mocked drama, wiggling his brows and imitating quotations marks over  new for the effect.  

You roll your eyes at the remark, “They hate you call them that, you know?” You swallow your coffee and sigh after he chuckled and kept looking at you, waiting for a response. Apart from Steve, Wanda and Natasha, It hasn´t been so hard to avoid explaining to the rest of team the circumstances of your presence since the beginning of the week, considering the come and go due to missions and personal matters, like the long delayed honeymoon of Tony and Pepper. You guess you can’t avoid it any longer, “Ahm, it´s former director, actually. I’ve resigned.” You smile tightly at him, “I’m back to stay.”  Your both hands firmly hold the cup in front of you.

His jaw drops and a sound, which you can’t distinguish between a scoff and a genuine laugh, comes out of his lips. You raise a brow at him, as Natasha keeps her classical unperturbed expression and Wanda takes a nonchalant sip of her milk. His gaze switches between you three, “Are you serious?” he asks, at last.

“Yup”, you shrug, gulping down some eggs and hoping for the miracle of not having to discuss the matter any further.

“What the hell happened? This was all you ever talked about ever since I met you.”

You’re taking a breath to face the questions, when the miracle you were hoping for happens in the form a sexy former assassin.

“Ok, Wilson, enough of bacon and chit-chat. You’ve been successfully dodging from that sparring session with me for too many times, now.” Natasha snaps out of her seat, dragging Sam with her by the collar.

As relieved as you are, you know Sam isn’t stupid to fall for that, but, lucky for you, he’s also the most comprehensive motherfucker you know. He swallows back whatever he really wants to say and goes along, “I’m glad you’re back anyway. We really missed you.” He pats your shoulder before being drifted out of the room.

You can’t help a small smile to cross your face at his consideration in leaving the subject behind. Or for later, if you really knew him. Shaking your head slightly, your gaze falls upon the up till now silent Avenger in the room, who is smirking at you, with her arms folded in front of her.

“What?” Your eyes narrow at Wanda.

“You know what? You were right.” Her smirk grows bigger at your quizzically shrug, “All of us have trouble to sleep.” She elaborates, grabbing her cup and plate and turns her back to you, walking to the sink, “By the way, one nocturnal troublemaker in special is strangely still asleep this morning.”

You choke on your coffee. While she dries her hands using a dish cloth, you can’t see her face but you’re mostly certain she’s sporting one of her radiant full grins. If you can expect scolding and advices against what you did last night, you know you wouldn’t receive them from Wanda. She has always been the most supportive of you and Bucky and she was heartbroken with the break-up.  She used to say she shipped you two, or something like that.

Wanda walks back to you, stopping behind your chair and leaning down to wrap her arms around your shoulders. “I think what you’re doing is great. He hasn’t slept that well in…well, two years.”

Before you can respond in any way, she props a kiss on your cheek and is out of the kitchen in a swift move, leaving behind her a slightly lighter heart than the one which has entered the kitchen this morning.

~~~

The rest of your day consists on being in the main office, trying to catch up with what you missed these last two years concerning missions, team rearrangements, new additions and work methods… You have a lot to study and analyze, which you’re kind of thankful for, since locked inside a room alone, you don’t have to play the avoidance game you and Bucky have been engaging to this last week. Also, it’s always been easy for you to use work as a way to take him and everything concerning you both out of your mind, at least for a bit. Mission accomplished. You’ve successfully driven your mind away from him and haven’t seen Bucky the whole day.

Except the day isn’t over yet.

Late in the afternoon, a throbbing pain lodges in your head, and you decide to hit the gym and exhaust your body instead of your mind for a change and, hopefully, relax. Everyone usually does their work outs in the morning, before their day’s responsibilities, so you are pretty confident you’ll have the place all to yourself.

Just like you expected, you find yourself running on one of the treadmills with no one around. Earphones drumming your favorites beats in your ear, you keep speeding up, the endorphin rushing through your body, easing your headache and running down to your limbs.

The slowly shift from numbness to aching in your joints brought by the heavy exertion doesn’t stop you from accelerating even more, breaking a personal record. You’re drenched and panting when something catches your peripheral vision, right by the door, making you trip on your toes and hit straight to the ground.

You groan at the pang you feel in your ankle and bring your hand to cover your eyes, pulling your earphones with the other, tossing them aside, cursing at your clumsiness, trying to recover your breath, even through clenched teeth.

“Are you ok?”  

Fuck.

You open your fingers to see between them, meeting a pair of blue eyes hovering over you. The very same blue which has knocked you down all those years ago, and keeps making you trip on your feet.

As he stares at you, worry etched on his face, you incline yourself up, supporting your weight with your hands on the floor, as he crouches in front of you. “My right ankle,” it´s all you mumble, having almost completely forgotten about the pain.

Bucky then focus his gaze on your feet, and you try not to wince when he gently wraps his hands around your aching ankle. The touch is clinical as he assesses possible damages, but is incredibly soft and, as it has always been, even with the metal, it’s warm, subduing the ache right away. Goosebumps trails up your skin and his heat rolls off on your body in burning sparkles. It´s the first time he´s touching you after two years and all you can do is stare at him, and control yourself not to scream, run away or throw yourself at him and kiss him breathless.

His attention is stuck on where he´s touching you, “There´s no sign of trauma,” His voice is dry and contained.

Even if he isn't looking at your face, you nod and expect him to let go of you then. But he doesn't. Your breath hitches in your throat as his thumbs draw lazy circles on your skin. The touch is barely a brush, light and soft and you could retract yourself from it if you wanted.

But you don’t.

You’re frozen in place while your gaze follows his flesh hand when it unhurriedly slides up the back of your leg. You stop breathing altogether and he seems hypnotized by his own hand when it stops right in the middle of your calf. Your eyes flutter shut. It’s overwhelming, bringing you to old memories and new sensations. A simple touch and you´re a puddle on the floor, willing to drown into him again.

“Bucky...” you finally breathe through your daze.

Your voice calling his name seems to snap him out of his own stupor, because too soon his hands are out of your body and as you open your eyes, you face the hardening of his features, still not looking at you when he stands up promptly.

He offers you a helping hand, and when you´re up, it’s only a moment before he takes a safe step back, avoiding the closeness. “Are you ok to walk?”

You’re the one who avoids his eyes, when he finally looks at you. You nod, feeling the pain in your ankle easing down.

“Good. Some ice and anti-inflammatory ointment and you should be ok.” Just like that he’s out of the gym, apparently forgetting whatever he was going to do there.

The phantom of his touch still lingers while you gather your stuff and drag yourself to your room. You sigh deeply when you realize the simple truth: he left a longing plastered in your skin. An aching longing for more.  

~~~

Late that night you find yourself again in his bed, running a timid yet soothing hand over his chest and whispering calming words on his ear, after Friday gave you the warning.

Your mind can’t help but travel to the afternoon events. The tiny interaction may seem insignificant on the surface, but you how much it’s meant to you. He’s spent a whole week ignoring you, not talking to you, running from your presence, and you, mimicking his behavior perfectly, both experts on staying away from each other.

But then he touches you… and all you want is more. Damn with the past, damn with the mistakes, the bad decisions. The heartache. You want him. You want him to want you, to kiss you, to touch you, to…

“Y/N?”

The whisper makes you promptly turn back around to find Steve, in tactical uniform, standing by the bedroom’s door with an almost comical expression of confusion on his face. Bucky stirs by your side and you’re quick to put a finger over your lips, signing for Steve to be quiet.

He sighs and nods toward the front door, before walking away.

You take one last look at Bucky’s peaceful form and cautiously leave the bed to follow the Captain.

“What am I seeing here?” he whispers almost in a harsh way, turning to you with folded arms in front of him when you close the door behind you.

You stare at your fidgeting fingers and use the same low tone to answer him, “I just couldn’t leave him on his own, Steve.”

Looking up at him, you catch the sternness leaving his posture as he takes a deep breath and regards door behind you for a second, “Does he know?” His gaze travels to yours and you shake your head in response.  

You stare at each other, conversing through your eyes, like only two people who know, understand and nurture a deep love for the same person could. He´s the one to cut the silence, “He never goes back to sleep so peacefully, you know? When I’m the one in there.”

It’s so fucked up to feel good about the information, considering you´ve been away for so long, but knowing you´re still the only one able to take him out of his torment brings you a shameful sense of pride. And hope. You almost can´t help a small smile to shape your lips, so you decide to speak to hide it, “Did you just got here?” You point to his battered uniform.  

“Yeah, came straight here to check on him. He seems to be just fine,” he smirks “I worry, though. About both of you.” His eyes bores into yours, “Are you ready to deal with it? With him?”

The meaning behind his words makes your chest smaller and you take a minute before speaking again, not really answering his question, “I think he was dreaming about me, the first night…”

“Wouldn´t be the first time.”

You mimic Steve’s tightened lips before they start trembling, “He said he was sorry…” You swallow back tears, casting your eyes away and staring at the door.

Steve places a gentle hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze and you look back at him.  

“I- I, wanna keep doing it. You said he usually doesn’t go back to sleep well. I wanna help him.” You grace your voice with resolve.

He removes his hand of your shoulder and contemplates you for a second, “You have to talk to him, though…Not just about this, but everything else.”

“I will, just… give me some time? Please?” You aim pleading eyes at him.

He nods and smiles softly when you let out the air stuck in your lungs. “Have I said I’m glad you’re back, already?”

You chuckle, pulling him for a hug. He hugs you back promptly and you’re so thankful for Steve Rogers. You know it’s been hard for him, too. Yet, there he is, supporting and offering his shoulder for you.  

“I´m starving, wanna go grab something with me in the kitchen?” He whispers softly, moving his hand in circles around your back.

You hear the silence inside the room before nodding and letting him pull you by the hand.

~~~

With Steve’s approval, having Friday waking you up becomes routine. It isn’t every night it happens, though, which is great for Bucky, but if you’re going to be honest, you long for the moment you can be close to him, talk to him, feel his body heat washing over your skin… He hasn´t spoken to you ever since that day in the gym, so you spent the days waiting for the nights.  

Steve´s been giving you the time you asked for, but you know the situation can´t be sustained for much longer. You need to talk to him, once and for all. You have to do it. Maybe tomorrow… or the day after tomorrow…

Tonight, Friday wakes you up later than usual and it takes longer for you to calm him down, due his agitated state. You hear him calling your name again, like it happened sometimes before, and you whisper you’re there, careful enough to get the message to his subconscious without waking him up.

You always leave when you’re certain he’s back to a peaceful state of mind, but maybe with the whole familiarity of the routine, you’re feeling dangerously comfortable and you´re not sure at what point you doze off tonight. All you know is the next thing you see is your hand laying upon an empty mattress.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Your heart rate rises when you follow the rusky voice. He´s plastered against the wall next to the bed, bare chest heaving and glossy eyes staring at you. You don´t miss his hands clenching when you move to sit on the bed.

Taking in a deep breath, you see no way out, before forcing a steady voice, “We need to talk.”

 ~~~

Part 3 

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[5sosbitchfest]

Although that anon was rude for saying find a hobby and etc, I’d hate to agree with them about leaving the relationship alone and stop trying to tear a couple apart without any actual proof that they’re fake. Put your self in someone else’s shoes and imagine someone trying to prove your relationship with your significant other is nothing but a fake and a lie, how would you feel? I don’t like C and M as a couple but I at least respect them as humans regardless what their relationship really is =)

Anonymous said: Sure that you’re never too old to like a band or get involved with their personal lives but I still don’t get what’s the point for 5sos to have PR and why it benefits Crystal because at the end of the day, nobody cares for her. There’s only like 10% of the fans who would think that the relationships these boys have are all just for show and business but they’re people too who’d like to know what love is & experience it & they are. There’s more proof that their relationships are real than fake.

So I’ve been busy the past couple days, hence why I haven’t actually been around to answer asks. A lot of them I’m not going to get to because I’ve either already talked about them (the kpop instance, for example) and others I’ve said the same things over and over and feel like a broken record. That being said, I did save these two asks for when I had a moment to sit down and actually answer them properly. I’ve been mulling over as to how I was going to respond to them and I think I’ve figured it out. I don’t know if these are both from the same anon but they’re along the same vein, and if I know lurkers I’m sure they’re just waiting to see what I have to say. So here we go. 

To the first anon, I find it quite laughable that you just assume I’ve never been in a situation where my relationships have been judged or people have been intolerant. Let me give you a little bit of information about myself: I’m in a lesbian relationship with a wonderful woman whom I can’t even be publicly proud of because of how the world still is in 2018. We’re happy with one another but we aren’t even comfortable holding hands in public because of scrutiny of others around us but you know what? We don’t care because ultimately we don’t know those people and their opinion doesn’t matter. In the words of one of my best friends fuck ‘em, we don’t know them. Ultimately, I’m a faceless stranger on the internet with an opinion that ultimately does not matter. I’m not their friend, family member or co-worker.  You say there’s no proof that their relationship is fake well…I’m not going to sit here and convince you otherwise. If you can’t see the bullshit then nothing I can say is going to change your mind. 

I respect Michael. I don’t respect Crystal because I think she’s a horrible person who doesn’t take responsibility for herself. She’s manipulative and she lies. Period. It’s scary how much power she holds over the fandom and how people blindly adore her because she makes herself out to be nice and sweet when she’s actually none of those things.

And lastly, I’m not trying to “prove” their relationship is fake. This blog is meant for people to have a space to discuss how they feel about it or why they think it’s bullshit. None of us are going to Michael, Crystal or anyone outside of this blog and being like “DID YOU KNOW IT’S ALL FAKE AND IT’S NOT REAL???” This blog literally has less than 100 followers. We tag things only to keep shit organized if anyone who has questions or wants more info because they’re already skeptical can browse it. That is literally it. If people have followed this blog it’s because they’ve found it on their own. Not because we’ve advertised it.

To the second anon, I’m not going to repeat myself about why I think it’s PR or how it benefits Crystal and to some degree, the guys. Go take a look through the stunts tag which is linked in the sidebar. I’ve repeated myself over and over again about this. If you don’t want to see shit for what it is that’s not my problem. 

5sos have PR relationships because couples sell. It sells their music. It ups speculation. It makes people wonder who the song is about thus they go listen to it and read about it, watch interviews, etc. How many times do I have to say that this is common in Hollywood? Go utilize Google. It’s your friend.

Here’s what this all comes down to and ultimately what I don’t understand: why is a blog like this not okay? Why is it okay to have Crystal/Mystal/Sierra/Lierra update blogs that praise these women and kiss their asses in the hopes for a follow from the guys, but a private blog to discuss things that don’t feed into the official narrative aren’t okay? Why is it so bad to have a space for people who don’t think these relationships are legit (or that there’s something off about them) to come and talk about it amongst ourselves? Furthermore, why are you lurking on this blog if you don’t like the content? It’s simple to hit the block button. 

In any event, that’s my tangent for today. Have a nice day, everyone.

[oldvillagecrone]

OH, TO BE ALONE WITH YOU (PT. 2)

Pairing: Stenbrough

Word Count: 1778

Prompt: Part 2 of ‘OH, TO BE ALONE WITH YOU’ or alternatively, “the five times Stan tried to tell Bill he loved him and the one time he actually did it”

Warnings: nothing, just pure fluff and some swears and Richie being a little shit

Dedication: those two anons who messaged me and asked for a part two!

Link to part one: https://jamespottev.tumblr.com/post/166409273157/oh-to-be-alone-with-you

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After a month of dating Bill Denbrough, Stan knew he was in love. But he kept his mouth shut. One month of dating was too soon ( all the websites said so ). However, just because he wouldn’t tell Bill didn’t mean he was able to keep his mouth shut to everyone.

Somehow, in the few short months Stan had lived in Derry, Richie ended up being his best friend. Stan wasn’t really sure how it happened, especially because Richie was so wildly different from him, but it did happen. And one night, Stan confessed it to Richie. And that had been a huge mistake. Because Richie refused to let Stan forget it.

But it was December now, and Stan and Bill had been dating for just under three months. The first-time Stan almost told Bill he loved him was a giant mess. In fact, he even said it out loud.

It was a chilly Saturday and Ben’s mother wasn’t home ( she was spending the weekend moving her father into a nursing home in Portland ). Richie and Bev, being the troublemakers they were, got their hands on some cheap beer and two twelve packs of Mike’s Spiked Lemonade. Stan wasn’t sure how they did it and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know, if their self-satisfied smirks were any indication.

It wasn’t long before they were drinking. Bill and Eddie were the only ones not drinking; Eddie had no interest in any form of alcohol and Bill was still reeling from his last time drinking. Stan surprised himself with the amount he drank. And it didn’t take much time for his words to slur and any inhibitions to leave him.

“Billy,” Stan exclaimed cheerfully, plopping himself down on his boyfriend’s lap.

Somewhere behind him, Richie and Bev cheered loudly. Mike wolf whistled.

“Hi,” Bill whispered to Stan, laughing quietly.

“You’re so handsome,” Stan slurred, nuzzling his nose against Bill’s.

“Thanks,” Bill chuckled. “But I got nothing on you, Stanny-Boy.”

Stan hummed in contentment, his eyes fluttering shut as a tiny smile worked its way onto his lips. He pressed his face into the crook of Bill’s neck.

“I love you, Billy,” he heard himself mumble against Bill’s skin.

“Hmm?” Bill asked, eyebrows furrowed.

But Bill got no response from Stan. Instead, he had to deal with a curly haired, sleeping mess that was slumped against his body.

“He slumped!” Richie and Mike chorused loudly, followed by boisterous laughter.

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The second-time Stan almost told Bill he loved him was a simple night. Christmas break was drawing to a close and they were having a New Year’s party at Bill’s place. Georgie was sleeping over a friend’s and Sharon and Zack were at some classy party at Zack’s boss’s house and would be staying in a hotel. At some point after the ball dropped, Stan and Bill found themselves in Bill’s room, underneath the warm covers of Bill’s double bed.

“Perfect for two,” Bill had once told Stan, while wiggling his eyebrows.

But in the current time, they were facing each other, forehead’s pressed together and fingers intertwined. It was so peaceful and calming. And Bill kept pressing light kisses to Stan’s neck.

It was driving Stan crazy.

“This is nice,” Bill hummed as Stan began to reciprocate the light kisses. “M-muh-maybe even perfect.”

But nothing was perfect. So, Stan said nothing. He kept his mouth shut and didn’t say the three words he’d been dying to say for the past two months. Bill thought he was perfect and Stan knew he wasn’t perfect.

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The third time was two months later on Valentine’s Day. Stan thought the whole thing was stupid, but apparently Bill didn’t. Even though it was a week night, Stan had been called in to babysit Georgie because Zack and Sharon were going out ( the week before Zack had confided in Stan that he was surprising Sharon with a two-week cruise around the Caribbean for the summer ) to celebrate this day of love.

Bill was, apparently, such a fan of Valentine’s Day that he got Georgie and his parents involved in his plan.

“Mom and Dad put money on the counter for you to take me to the movies!” Georgie exclaimed, looking as excited as ever when Stan walked into the house. “Can we go see Black Panther? Please, Stan?”

And so Stan took Georgie to the movies and indulged in Georgie’s hurrahs and screams of delight every time a bullet went flying ( Stan was never the one to take to an action movie ).

“Goodnight, Stan!” Georgie yelled when they got back to the house.

Stan furrowed his eyebrows as Georgie sprinted into the house before he was even able to get out of his mother’s car. Normally, Georgie put up a fight when Stan told him that he had to go to bed. Still, Stan didn’t think much of it. And, anyways, Bill’s car was in the driveway so that would give them some make out time.

When Stan walked into the Denbrough’s kitchen to get himself some water, he stopped dead in his tracks. Bill was standing next to the table with a self-satisfied smirk as he looked at Stan. Set up on the table were some fancy plates, wine glasses, and lit candles.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Stanny-Boy,” Bill said, grinning as he held out a bouquet of daisies.

“I hate you,” Stan chuckled, as he looked at the display.

Though, in his head he was really thinking ‘I love you.’

But Bill grinned, as if he knew what Stan was really thinking, even if he didn’t say anything.

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The fourth-time Stan almost confessed his love for Bill was at a college tour. Stan wanted to look at schools in Boston and Bill tagged along for the ride. They woke up at the ungodly hour of 5:00 in the morning to get to Boston for a 9:30 tour of Boston College. It took them three and a half hours to get there, but they had enough time to grab a quick breakfast from a coffee shop not far from the university.

After the tour, they spent the day in the city just having fun. They walked part of the Freedom Trail, spent some time in the Boston Commons, and ate lunch at a trendy little place on Newbury Street. As they drove home, Stan watched as the sun disappeared beneath the trees.

“You know,” Bill said quietly, words slow and deliberate. “I’ve been thinking and— well, it’d be fun to go to college together, right?”

Stan shifted in his seat and smiled.

“Yeah.”

“W-we could room t-t-tuh-together,” Bill said, his eyes ever so slightly flickering from the expanse of empty country road to Stan’s face. He took a deep breath. “O-or we could g-get some shitty st-tudio apartment in the city?”

Stan’s breath hitched.

Bill wanted to move in with him after high school?

As Richie would so lovingly put it, Stan was shook to the core.  

I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!

Stan’s mind was screaming, urging him to tell Bill how he felt. But something wouldn’t let him.

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The fifth time was during junior prom. The DJ was being cliché and had the slow song as How Would You Feel by Ed Sheeran ( though Eddie, who was a self-proclaimed expert on the singer, would bitch and bitch about how Perfect was a significantly better love song ). Stan had to seriously disagree with Eddie’s How Would You Feel opinion. But that was probably just because Stan could relate to the lyrics of that song.

Bill was holding Stan close as the lyrics filled the air. Couples swayed all around them. Stan watched as Ben blushed from Bev resting her head on his chest. Mike was dancing with a sweet girl named Sara from their history class and had a big grin on his face as they quietly whispered. Richie and Eddie were nowhere to be seen, but Stan figured they were making out in the bathroom ( as they were prone to do, despite Eddie’s germaphobia ).

How would you feel if I told you I loved you? Ed Sheeran’s voice crooned pleasantly, leaving Stan wondering the same thing about Bill.

And he almost said it too, but his voice died in his throat as Bill pressed a kiss to his lips as the song drew to a close.

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When Stan finally managed to tell Bill how he really felt, the situation was not as happy as he would have liked. They were fighting, screaming even. It had gotten to the point where Stan didn’t even remember what it was about. All he knew was that he was crying, and the Bill was too.

“I need to go,” Bill said, wiping under his eyes.

Stan watched as he grabbed his jacket and stomped out the door. For a moment, Stan watched the empty doorway where Bill had just been standing. He took a breath and began sprinting. He didn’t care that it was raining and he wasn’t in a coat or wearing shoes. He just had to stop Bill from leaving.

Stan was a smart guy. He knew that if he let Bill drive away that that would be the end of it, or at the very least things would never be the same.

“STOP!” Stan yelled, stumbling to a stop at Bill’s driver side window. He knocked on the window. “Open the window— Bill, please.”

Luckily, Bill did.

“Please don’t go, Billy, please,” Stan begged. “Can you please just come back inside? I don’t— I can’t lose you. I love you.”  

Stan hadn’t even realized he said it. He just knew that he needed Bill to stay.

“You l-l-luh-love me?” Bill asked, eyes wide.

Stan froze, but nodded.

Bill said nothing as he unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the car door. Slowly, he reached up and grabbed Stan’s face, running his thumbs across Stan’s cheeks. Neither one of the boys paid any mind to the freezing rain pouring down on them. Bill merely smiled and laughed almost bitterly.

“I love you too, Stanny-Boy,” Bill whispered.

And as Bill pressed Stan’s back against his car to kiss him deeply, all thoughts of the stupid argument were whisked away.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,” Stan mumbled as Bill broke away from the kiss to pepper kisses down his neck.

Once he managed to say it, Stan was addicted. He couldn’t stop. He wanted nothing more than to make up for all the times he could’ve told Bill but didn’t.

“I love you.”

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I’m guessing this is every single one haha thanks for the love, Anon!! Some I’m deleting because I don’t have a good answer to them and to save space. And for @swaggyt-enthusiast​ and @deerestlufics​ the answers to the ones you requested are probably in here too!!

👑 what is the reason your bias is your bias?

Luhan is my ultimate bias because he’s associated with deer and deer have been my favorite animals since I was 2 or 3 years old. And he’s also kindhearted and super smart and talented

Xiumin (my bias of those currently in EXO) is my favorite probably bc Luhan was obsessed with him so it kinda just happened. He is also really kind, smart and talented

🐺 tag someone who reminds you of sehun.

My IRL friend that we call Ikea (her real name sounds like Ikea). She’s too sassy for her own good and says, and I quote, “90% or more of our school is ugly. I can’t believe I have to be surrounded by such ugly people. We’re practically models compared to them”

Also, fun fact: everyone thinks I’m her and she’s me or we’re twins or something and we’re the only ones that don’t think we look anything alike

🍌 favorite chanyeol cover?

“All of Me” I just love that song

❤ post a selfie.

😤 favorite english lyric?

“Shawty imma party till the sun down”

🐻 tag someone who reminds you of kai.

Another IRL friend who once spent 5-10 minutes telling me about her favorite ways to eat chicken

🎉 favorite thing about exo m?

I love how they always helped one another. The Chinese members would help Minseok and Jongdae when they went to China, and in turn, they would help China line when they were in Korea. They all just seemed extra close. I miss it

🐩 candy, jjangah, or vivi?

Candy haha

🐼 tag someone who reminds you of tao.

I guess again my friend Ikea. So much sass. damn

👅pick a body part from each member.

Kris’ nose, Luhan’s eyes, Xiumin’s thighs, Chen’s lips, Tao’s lips, Lay’s dimple, Suho’s eyes, Chanyeol’s legs, Baekhyun’s lip mole, DO’s lips, Sehun’s eyebrows, Kai’s eyes

🐷 post your favorite kyungsoo meme.

🐊 tag someone who reminds you of chen.

My friend A who can’t ever shut up and yells a lot and did I mention that she never shuts up

🎬 if your bias were to be the star of a movie, what kind of movie would it be?

I’d want Luhan to be the main character of a Wes Anderson film. Wes Anderson’s characters are always really different and unique and I know Luhan wants to try something other than a cliche singer/heartthrob. They also have their own internal problems and the story lines are really odd and keep your interest. Luhan did mention before that he likes the “Grand Budapest Hotel”, which is a movie directed by Wes Anderson!!

🐕 tag someone who reminds you of baekhyun.

I have one friend that feels the need to tell the world when she has to poop. There we were, waiting to get into the EXO concert and she yells “LET ME IN I HAVE TO POOP” and idk it seems like a Baekhyun thing to do

👽 what’s your dream collab?

EXO and VIXX!!

💲 post your favorite suho meme.

💖 choose your visual: luhan or sehun?

LUHAN

🍦call me baby or call me monster?

Call me Monster!

🐑 tag someone who reminds you of lay.

My one friend Vi bc she’s so SWEET and she doesn’t understand 9/10 of the sexual jokes we make and we spent 30 minutes trying to get her to understand what 69 means. She also has an obsession with unicorns so I think it’s fitting. And she has her moments where I’m like wtf how are you that smart and so naive at the same time. Like she’s SO SMART. Ok I’ll stop. She’s just such a sweetie

🍆fmk: hyung line.

I don’t want to kill any of them… K will mean kiss

F - Luhan, M - Xiumin, K - Kris

🌈 favorite thing about exo k?

They’re all kind of just nuts. In their own special way

🐰 tag someone who reminds you of suho.

I have one friend who’s also a complete sweetie pie and she’s so motherly and takes care of everyone and has a bunch of younger siblings and she’s so protective over them

🐉 tag someone who reminds you of kris.

I’ve said this before, but my old art teacher. His name is actually Chris, he’s 28, he’s 6ft 5in (195.5cm), acts pretty cold but is still really caring, and we all called him dad and gave him a Father’s Day card

🍕 post your favorite baekhyun meme.

💙 pick one personality trait from each member.

Kris’s awkwardness, Tao’s swag, Luhan’s positivity, Xiumin’s shyness, Chen’s teasing nature, Lay’s kindness, Suho’s caring nature, Baekhyun’s humor, Sehun’s sass, Kai’s love for his dogs, Chanyeol’s energy, Kyungsoo’s reserved manner

🔪 imagine ot12 in the hunger games, order them from the first one to die to the winner.

I’m trying to reason physical abilities with mental ability.. Sehun isn’t really all that fit (just skinny) and they all say he’s not very smart. Xiumin is strong and really smart and I don’t think he’d take unnecessary risks

Sehun

Chanyeol

Kris

Baekhyun

Chen

DO

Kai

Luhan

Lay

Tao

Suho

Xiumin

🎀 favorite solo song?

Chen - “Best Luck”

For EX members “Medals” or “Catch Me When I Fall” by Luhan

🐛 tag someone who reminds you of luhan.

My 20+ deer children

😻 what’s your favorite thing about xiumin?

oH my gOD EVERYTHING. HIS SMILE. HIS LAUGH. HIS EYES AND LIPS AND NOSE AND HIS REALLY GENTLE PERSONALITY AND THAT HE MIGHT NOT BE A LEADER BUT HE STILL CARES FOR EVERYONE BC HE’S THE OLDEST AND HE MIGHT BE AN ARIES BUT HE DOESN’T SEEM LIKE HE EVER GETS TOO WORKED UP AND HE’S SO FREAKIN SMART LIKE HE’S GOING BACK TO SCHOOL NOW?? AND HE’S SO CUTE AT ANY WEIGHT AND HE’S SO MODEST AND I WANT TO HUG HIM AND TELL HIM ALL OF THIS I LOVE HIM AND HIS BAOZI CHEEKS AND QUIET NATURE AND BARISTA MINSEOK IS GOOD SHIT

👰 who do you think your parents would like more as your boyfriend?

Suho, Luhan or Xiumin.

⚠ if you were going on a date with baekhyun, where would you take him?

Maybe NYC because there’s a lot to do there and good pizza bc he likes pizza

🍯 post your favorite kai meme.

🙈 tag a mutual you want to talk to.

@myminseok​ but man am I bad at talking to people?? ha ha… I like talking to anyone though 

💡 if you had to tattoo one exo lyric, which would it be?

Not an EXO song but I love Luhan’s “Medals”武器就是我紧握的梦想My dreams become my weapon而我受过的伤While the wounds I carry都是我的勋章Become my medals

💀how many hoodies do you think chanyeol has?

At least 20

👻 favorite exo-cbx member?

XIUMIN

💁 write a poem for your bias.

Roses are redViolets are blueLuhan, I will run away if you actually tell me to blow it like a flute

🍻 does your bias and your bias wrecker get along?

My biases are Luhan and Xiumin and the wreckers are Sehun, Tao, Yixing and Chen. I suppose they all get along? They fight like brothers if anything haha

♉ who shares your zodiac sign? do you think you’re alike?

I am a Virgo and Chen is also a Virgo but I don’t think we’re anything alike lol. I’m really quiet and he isn’t and I’m not very confident but he is. One thing I guess we have in common is that we both aren’t lead dancer material 

🎵most played exo song?

Probably EXO-M MAMA

💣would you rather marry sehun or suho?

Marry Suho. As much as I love Sehun, Suho is extra responsible

💧if you were to be on a zombie apocalypse, which member would you pick to be with you?

Luhan or Xiumin. Luhan for comfort, Xiumin for his wit, skill and strength so maybe we’ll live (sorry Luhan)

🐄 who do you think would be the best dad?

Xiumin

👗who has the best fashion sense?

Sehun

🎄you get to give ONE christmas gift to all nine members, what do you give them?

Home cooked food!

💄 junhee or baekhee?

Baekhee

💢 are you taller or shorter than kyungsoo?

Shorter…

🙌 who’s the one follower that always likes or reblogs your posts?

@swaggyt-enthusiast​ !!

💕 fmk: maknae line.

Again, K will mean kiss

F - Sehun, M - Kai, K - Tao

⭕ what kind of youtube channel would your bias have?

Luhan would be a blogger that shows off his cat(s) and his soccer skills. I think he’d also do hair tutorials and try weird internet fads for the fun of it. Like the cinnamon challenge or show off a collection of fidget spinners lmao. He’d also have a separate gaming and anime channel… just saying.

 Xiumin would also show off his cat but he would post how to videos and cooking videos. Like really practical stuff and he’d be really shy and everyone would beg for a face reveal.

😇 if you were to die right now, what would you tell exo?

Thanks to all 12 of you for making me happy and inspiring me with your music and your antics. My soul will remember it for all of its next lives

😈 what’s the thing exo has done that made you have secondhand embarrassment?

Dabbing

🎈 who do you think smells the nicest in exo?

Xiumin

💭 dream fanfic au?

TBH this fanfic is everything I needed and more.I like High School AUs that have some humor and a little bit of conflict but are still really fluffy and have nice endings. And it’s gotta be XiuHan

💵 if you were to go on a date with sehun, where would you take him?

TO GET BUBBLE TEA OF COURSE. I live and breathe that stuff

👣 is your bias an introvert or an extrovert? and your bias wrecker?

Luhan is an extrovert although he does have a shy side that comes out in new situations. I find that really nice because I think it’s better to be a bit awkward than arrogant (ahemlikejustinbieber). And Xiumin is more of an introvert. The rest of my bias wreckers seem like extroverts

🍦who do look up to the most in exo?

Luhan and Xiumin… again. They’re both really kind and positive and they aren’t arrogant

🍸take a screenshot of your lockscreen and post it.

⚽ describe xiumin in three emojis.

💖😻☕ 

💯 favorite cbx song?

Right now I’m really into “King and Queen” and “Diamond Crystal.” But I also really love “Crush U”

🐢 who’s your dream sub-unit?

Luhan, Minseok, Jongdae, Yixing!!!! Idk if you can tell but I love and miss EXO-M.

[barce-fabu-lona]

Neymessi Drabble 5

And here we go again. Another lovely anon requested another drabble of my OTP and of course I was v happy to do follow her/his request. This drabble is called “I Miss You, Come Home”. I hope you all love this as much as I love Neymessi and Geri trying to be a good friend. Lol, enjoy <3

Leo and Neymar break up. Gerard takes Leo out for a ride and gets them back together through the power of Adele’s voice. (The song used in this story is “I Miss You” by Adele). 

“Will you please stop that godforsaken tapping?” Geri hisses when they come to a stop in front of a red light.

Leo glances over to the tall man sitting beside him and ruefully takes his hand away from the window. He folds them in his lap instead, holds on tight and stares straight ahead windshield.

“I’m sorry.” He says and doesn’t move to look at Geri when he hears him sigh.

The light turns back to green and Leo stares at the speck of color until it starts to become blurry.

“Are you crying?” Gerard asks, his voice giving away that he is slightly panicking. “Oh nonononono, Leo don’t cry. Fuck! Stop, you’re not as small as Sasha, I can’t just take you in my arms and cradle you like a baby.”

Leo forces himself to take deep breath through his mouth and then exhale again through his nose. It calms his fluttering heart a bit and he goes to rub at his eyes, preventing those embarrassing tears from falling.

He’s so emotionally unstable lately.

“I’m not crying.” The Argentinian remains stubborn.

“Yes, you were. I am sitting next to you and I am sure as hell not blind yet.” Gerard counters.

His voice is loud, way too loud for the small room they find themselves in currently. Leo winces and digs his fingers into his thighs until they start to hurt.

“Stop screaming.” He says, marveling at how white his knuckles look when he squeezes his hands just a little bit harder.

“I’m not.” Geri protests just as loud.

Leo knows, that Geri knows he’s screaming. He always does when he gets nervous or overwhelmed with a certain situations and Leo being emotionally depressed definitely counts as one of those situations.  

“Maybe I should have taken Milan along.” Gerard muses beside him. “He’s always good with cheering people up.”

“I don’t need any cheering up.” Leo says and finally solves his hands from the sleek leather seat of Geri’s Audi. “I just need sleep.”

The Spaniard snorts beside him.

“You’ve been walking around looking like somebody fucking died, Leo. And it’s been weeks. It’s affecting your skills as well and I really don’t want to see Cristiano-longing-to-fuck-himself-Ronaldo win another Ballon D’or. Are we clear on that?”

Leo smiles a little but when he catches his reflection in the review mirror, he notices it not being a real smile. It doesn’t reach his eyes and he keeps on looking like he has just made his return from the afterlife. Geri is right.

“Well, maybe I need some more sleep.” Leo mumbles. “Maybe I have to sleep for the rest of my life.”

“Stop.” Geri groans, he’s really annoyed by now, Leo can tell by the way his hands keep clenching and unclenching on the steering wheel. “You’re a grown man Leo. You’re a fucking football god and you need to get your shit together and call.”

“What?”

“Call. C-A-L-L. It’s when you pick up the phone and talk to people.”

“Who do you want me to call then?”

Leo is aware of the fact he is behaving like a child, but if Geri wants to play this game, he sure as hell is not going down easy.

“Neymar.” Gerard is saying incisively. “Want me to spell that out for you as well? N-E-Y-M-A-R.”

“I hate you so much.”

Geri laughs at him until Leo makes him pull over. They’re standing on the side of some isolated road in the outskirts of Barcelona now. It’s dark outside and the headlights of Geri’s car are the only light source for miles around. Leo takes a moment to appreciate the privacy that he didn’t know he could find in the busy streets of Barcelona and then loses his seatbelt.

“I can’t call him.” He says simply.

Gerard turns of the car engine and kills the lights as well in the process. They are sitting in complete darkness now but Leo doesn’t mind, knowing that Gerard can’t track every sign of pain showing on his face makes it a little more bearable altogether.

“Why not?” The Spaniard asks into the night.

“He said he doesn’t want me to call me, said that he doesn’t want to even see me ever again.”

“Ney says a lot of stupid shit when he’s drunk.”

“But he wasn’t drunk.”

“Still.”

Leo feels his eyes getting wet again and this time he leans back and lets it happen. His head is resting against the cool glass of the window and he can hear the salty droplets hit the leather of Geri’s seats. He knows that Gerard hears them as well and he’s thankful the Spaniard doesn’t comment further.

“Rafa called me a couple days ago and said that Ney is hurting as well. He regrets what he said and he wants to talk to you.” The taller man tries again.

“But I can’t talk Geri, I can’t express what I feel and Neymar, he’s so sensitive. I don’t want to say the wrong thing.” Leo answers, desperately combing his hands through his already greasy hair.

He looks like a mess and suddenly he’s even more thankful for the pitch black night shielding him from prying eyes.

“Then let someone else talk for you.” Gerard suggests carefully.

“Someone else? Like who? You?”

“Nah, man.” Geri denies quickly. “I was thinking of someone better. Someone who can bring across her emotions quiet well.”

“Shakira?”

“Good guess but still no. Adele.”

Leo laughs breathlessly and starts rubbing at his eyes again. He doesn’t want to cry, he doesn’t want to, he doesn’t want to, he doesn’t want to. He does anyways.

“I’m sorry to let you down Geri but I’m not that rich. I can’t just ship her over and get her to sing to Neymar.” He tells him, hoping the Spaniard will let it go.

“No need to ship her over, I have her album. It’s great. Shak bought it for me.” Geri says instead and Leo can literally hear him grinning.

He sees Geri’s fingers starting to work the sound system of the Audi until it lights up and Adele’s soft, melancholic voice fills the silence of the car. Leo shivers.

“Come on, call him. I have the perfect song ready.” Geri says and leans in to shuffle through the track.

Leo can see him now, the light from the sound system reflection onto his face. It has a weird blue color, kind of like the one of his eyes. But it’s still Geri and Leo trusts him. He trusts him with his life.

So the Argentinian pulls out his phone and searches for Neymar’s contact with trembling fingers. His name still has a little smiley face behind it and it makes a fresh tear roll down Leo’s cheek and drip onto the display.

“Stop crying.” Geri exhorts him. “Call him now. I’ve got it all set up.”

Leo does and puts the phone on speaker once it starts dialing. His hand is shaking so hard Gerard has to reach over to steady it and keep the phone from slipping through Leo’s sweaty fingers. They wait, the tension so thick Leo has trouble breathing evenly. With every passing second his heart speeds up and when there is finally a rustling sound on the other end of the line, he’s sure it will rip right through his chest. He’s sure of it.

“Leo?” Neymar’s voice sounds tired but before the Argentinian has time to answer, Geri hits play and music starts floating through the car.

He squeezes his eye shut tightly, not wanting to look at his phone and see how Neymar hangs up on him. Gerard’s hand is still there and the Spaniard keeps it there through the whole song. Leo is fucking grateful because he knows he would have pulled away otherwise.

 I want every single piece of you I want your heaven and your oceans too Treat me soft but touch me cruel I wanna teach you things you never knew Bring the floor up to my knees Let me fall into your gravity And kiss me back to life to see Your body standing over me

Baby don't let the lights go down Baby don't let the lights go down Baby don't let the lights go down Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I miss you when the lights go out It illuminates all of my doubts Pull me in, hold me tight Don't let go, baby give me light I miss you when the lights go out It illuminates all of my doubts Pull me in, hold me tight Don't let go, baby give me light

I love the way your body moves Towards me from across the room Brushing past my every groove No one has me like you do Baby you bring your heart, I'll bring my soul But be delicate with my ego I wanna step into your great unknown With you and me setting the tone

Baby don't let the lights go down Baby don't let the lights go down Baby don't let the lights go down Lights go down, lights go down Lights go down

I miss you when the lights go out It illuminates all of my doubts Pull me in, hold me tight Don't let go, baby give me light I miss you when the lights go out It illuminates all of my doubts Pull me in, hold me tight Don't let go, baby give me light

We play so dirty in the dark Cause we are living worlds apart It only makes it harder baby It only makes it harder baby Harder baby, harder baby

I miss you when the lights go out It illuminates all of my doubts Pull me in, hold me tight Don't let go, baby give me light I miss you when the lights go out It illuminates all of my doubts Pull me in, hold me tight Don't let go, baby give me light

I miss you, I miss you I miss you, I miss you I miss you, I miss you I miss you, I miss you

When the music slowly starts to fade away, Geri hits stops and nudges the phone back towards Leo. He is still shaking when he slowly, carefully lifts the device back to his ear and prays to hear Neymar’s voice.

“That was so cheesy.” His lover breathes and the sound of his voice make Leo’s stomach do weird things.

Weird but awesome things.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles back. “I just- I can’t talk, you know that.”

“I know.”

Silence. Leo starts counting.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

“Leo?”

“Yes?”

“Are you still there?”

“Yes, I’m not going anywhere.”

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

“Then come home. I miss you as well.”

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all of them

((I’m guessing you mean the mun thing because I didn’t reblog anything else and if not and you’re just sending all of them out of context then wh o o boi I just put myself through An Ordeal for nothing.

☯ Is there a muse you’ve always wanted to play?

Yes! Nepeta!!!! I’ve always wanted to play her but I don’t have the confidence because I lack proper grasp of her character.

♣ Is there an author(s) that you look up to with your writing skills?

Ooo yes definitely. Beloved, for one, has the most amazing prose I have ever seen. I’ve learned a lot from their writing and I still aspire to someday be able to write something as breathtaking as their works. Quenive as well has spectacular writing and their stories and dialogue flow so well and j u st ohmy g od.

♧ Is there an RP partner(s) that you credit for becoming a better writer?

Definitely. I would say it was all of the people I’ve roleplayed with before that allowed me to develop Hal so much. The people in my old group chat definitely helped me flesh out different aspects of Hal that I could play (ie: sadist demon while still managing to be an angsty know-it-all) and the spontaneous connections on parp really helped me figure out how to play Hal in stupid situations while still keeping him ic.

♥ What’s your favorite ship with your muse?

Ha ha h a,,h,a,,,,wh ee zes

♡ Would you ever write a poly ship?

If anyone were actually interested in writing a poly ship with me, then yes definitely.

♦ What’s an AU that you’ve always wanted?

Oh boi there are just s o  m a n y. That one godstuck au maybe. That would be fun to play out. Also the generic vampire aus I am weak for them. There’s also the au’s I’ve made that would be fun to play out but they’re difficult to explain. Merstuck au’s are also amongst the favorites to play along with dragon rider au’s I love me my fantasy genre. Whoops that was more than one but listen ok I want a lot of AU’s.

♢ What’s an AU that you think just won’t work with your muse?

Hmmm I’m not sure. I can’t think of any at the top of my head but any AU that revolves around Jake probably wouldn’t work well with Hal.

♔ What’s your opinion on teacher/student verses? Do you have any of these as threads?

I’m not personally a fan of them and I can’t say I see the appeal but if that’s what rocks another person’s boat then I’m not going to be the one hating on them. As of the moment I don’t have any as threads.

♕ Do you like magic!anons? Why or why not?

Yes!! They’re a lot of fun and I always think throwing the unexpected at my muses is the greatest thing ever. 

⚜ What is the best time to write for you? Why?

Late afternoon or evening because that’s the time I’m awake and Functional and have actually thought of Creative ideas to write.

★ What type of historical AU would you like to do one day?

Maybe something based on the Renaissance period? Or the classic medieval period. Ancient Greece would also be fun to play out.

☆ What type of fantasy AU would you like to do one day?

There are many. Just, anything that is fantasy I probably want to do it. I’ve never really tried the whole AU with the fae/faeries so perhaps that would be fun to look into.

☄ Do you think your muse would have liked going to high school sports games? Do you or did you go to high school sports games?

Nope, he wouldn’t be interested in the actual sport. Going to see hot guys though? Definitely. I don’t generally go on a day to day basis because I understand like nothing. If a friend wanted me to go or a teacher was giving extra credit for me to then yeah I’d go.

☾ Do you like writing smut? Why or why not?

I have actually never written smut so I can’t really say. I think it’d be difficult for me to having had no experience whatsoever with anything relating to smut.

☽ Do you like writing angst? Why or why not?

Yes and no. Yes because I love to make my muse suffer and it’s great and fun to throw Tragic headcanons to my rp partner and to watch them suffer(not really) a well. No because,, I am a simple person,, who wants my muses to be happy,, and roleplaying angst fucking h u r t s.

☼ What’s an FC that you’re dying to use? Why?

Uhhhh???? I don’t really have one of a Real Life Person but I pretty much draw my own interpretations of Hal so? That probably counts maybe. 

☀ What’s an FC that you desperately want to play with? Why?

See above.

☁ What’s an FC that you refuse to play with? Why?

See also above. 

☂ How does your muse spend a rainy day? How do you spend a rainy day?

Napping against the window sill lulled to sleep by the gentle patter of rain falling upon the glass is how he spends a rainy day. I, on the other hand, spend it indoors on my laptop like I do every single day.

☃ If your muse was cartoonized, what would their FC be? Why?

???????

☺ What’s a character that you desperately want your muse to play with? Why?

Any of the robots. Literally any. I hardly ever get interactions with any of the robots it’s kind of sad.

☹ What’s a character that you refuse to play with? Why?

There aren’t any I would refuse to play with but there are some that I prefer to not interact with. This is due to the fact that either I or my muse or both dislikes the character and roleplaying with them would actually require more effort on my part.

☢ Are there any ships that you would like to write for one day? Any that you wouldn’t?

There are definitely ships I would like to write for one day because I’m a sucker for that really. There are also ships I wouldn’t but I’m not going to get into that because I don’t want to be involved in The Discourse.

☣ What’s one thing that will make you drop a thread?

If a mun godmodded my character or forced their character onto mine, probably.

♨ What’s a muse that you wished had lasted, but didn’t?

Mmm can’t really say I have one. All of my main muses stuck with me. I guess there were my OC’s that I used to rp with my friends but it’s not that much. I do wish that my friends and I could have lasted in rping with each other tho.

❀ Do you like reblog karma? Why or why not?

Assuming I have the correct definition of reblog karma, yes. It’s nice because it’s like a win win scenario. Everyone gets asks in their inbox and it’s kind of just polite y’know? Like a tip of the head “I see you like this rp meme just as I do so I’ll send you something so we both can enjoy it.”

✿ Do you have a mun FC? If so why did you choose that as your FC, and if not who would you choose?

Nnoot really? I have my own drawings of how I depict myself through my art if that counts.

♪♩♫ Does music inspire your muse? What’s one song on your playlist that reminds you of your muse?

Sometimes but not really. He doesn’t listen to music for inspiration, more of to fill the gaps of silence that occasionally settle in. Gasoline definitely reminds me of Hal. Definitely.

✂ Do you like to format your posts? Why or why not?

I like when other people do because it’s aesthetically pleasing and it’s so nice and spiffy. I, personally, don’t like to because it’s a pain in the ass and I only have so much patience.

✆ Other than RPing, what’s a hobby of yours?

Drawing! My icon and header is drawn by me so-

✉ Do you RP on any other platforms?

Does Parp count? Sometimes I use cherubplay too but not too often because the people there intimidate me.

❤ Have you or are you currently in love?

Romantically, probably not if you get what I’m hinting at. ;)

❥ Has something ever happened for you to hate a ship? Why?

Hoooo boi you can bet on it. Let’s just say an extended encounter with a really Toxic Roleplayer And Person In General has led to me disliking basically any ship involving a certain character.

ツ Who has been your favorite muse to play so far? Why?

Hal because he’s such an asshole I love it. I don’t generally get to be mean but man with Hal I can be as petty as I want.

回 Which muse was the worst to play? Why?

There was this once I tried to roleplay Dave and it just. It went terribly wrong I had no grasp on his character and I still don’t. Never again.

✘ People come in a group. If I were to look on your blog, who would I see you interacting with the most?

@timaeustestbed this one. This one @documentingsatan has also been taking up a lot of blog interaction lately too. Though they’re both the same people.

ღ Do you have a personal blog? Do you share it with your followers or do you keep it private?

I do! It’s linked right on my “mun page” lmao.

▼ Do you keep your character in character even if they are one of the worst people in the world?

I would like to think I do because Hal is objectively one of the worst people in the world. Though, I’ll admit I do a lot of justification for Hal’s actions from Hal’s point of view because Hal doesn’t see himself as a villain. Just a terrible person. I am also very soft on Hal and he probably acts happier than he should.

▽ Why did you create this muse?

True story but when I finished reading Homestuck I was like “shit I need to pick a character to roleplay” because that’s just what I did. I like to roleplay and Homestuck was such a large fandom that it was bound to be Fun to roleplay. There were many Failed and Subpar attempts to rp some characters on parp and I just couldn’t find a character that clicked, y’know. I tried John, Dave, Karkat, Jade, Rose, Dirk and just nope. And then. On a random spur as I scrolled through the available options in the Parp menu I saw “Lil Hal.” Of course, at the time, I only clicked it because I had thought I exhausted all other resources and if I fucked up everyone else why not fuck up this character I knew nothing about it (and I mean literally nothing about. I used to hate when Hal started talking in the comic because I thought it was so damn annoying). But surprise I was?? I was good at rping him?? People liked my shitty depiction of Hal. So I read more about Hal and how to play him and he just grew on me and here I am today.