#Idk who to tag your choice 💕

[yoohyeon]

‘’𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥

𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘥𝘰𝘮’’

Leigh-Anne Pinnock - My Love ft.Ayra Starr (2023)

Do not repost! Happy birthday Em @librapropaganda ily 🫶❤️

[the-boy-meets-evil]

right where you left me | ksy & jww

(where you're in an open relationship with soonyoung, who doesn't want to come on your family christmas vacation. it's okay. you run into your ex at the resort anyway.)

pairing: soonyoung (hoshi) x f.reader, ex!wonwoo x f.reader genre: est. relationships, exes to lovers to ??, love triangles | smut, angst??, fluff word count: ~8.6k (yeah, idk either) warnings: open relationship (implied, not explicitly discussed), wonwoo and soonyoung both know about each other (but never actually interact), reader goes away with family for the holidays, mentions of christmas (including christmas dinner), mentions of drinking, soonyoung is soft for reader, wonwoo just wants a second chance, one (1) holy spirit joke, reader does make a choice at the end, smut warnings under the cut

a/n: this is for the amazing and wonderful @beomcoups from your secret santa, blitzen, for @kpopsecretsanta 💕 summer, i already knew you were actually the best. so, it's been really fun getting to send you asks and come up with something for you. i hope you like it (and i'm so sorry it got this long). this is honestly not where i meant for this to go. ily and merry (belated) christmas! thank you to @wooahaeproductions (once again) for giving me a title and to my bby @wongyuseokie for the beautiful banner so last minute.

a/n 2: i'm for real taking a writing break now because december has been busy 😂

tagging: @aaniag, @gyuminusone, @horanghater

smut warnings: multiple smut scenes, lots of kissing, so many orgasms, so much cum (i'm sorry), dirty talk, spit as lube (just for handjobs), handjobs, blowjobs, implied edging, vaginal fingering, protected sex (yay!), implied/referenced phone sex, kind of dom!wonwoo, kind of switch!reader, wonwoo is bossy, oral sex (f. receiving), begging, slight hair pulling, slight nipple play, choking, unprotected sex (don't do this), fucking from behind, pulling out, cum on the back/ass, referenced marking, referenced restraints, pet names (doll, sweetheart, babydoll, baby), probably teasing somewhere, i think that's it (i swear there's plot in there too)

“Are you all packed?”��

Soonyoung is stretched out on your bed, watching you search through your closet. You sigh when you can’t find the one sweater you’re looking for.

“Almost,” you say. 

“It’s on the drying rack in your spare bedroom,” he says. 

You spin around to look at him, eyebrow raised. “What?”

“That sweater you love? The one you pull out the second it’s cool enough?” Soonyoung prompts. 

You give him a look, but don’t say anything. Instead, you walk into the other room and find he’s right. The last thing you want to throw into your suitcase is actually exactly where he said. You check that it’s dry before retrieving it to fold and tuck away. 

“How?” you ask when you reenter the room. 

He just shrugs. “I don’t know, I guess I know you pretty well.”

That tugs at your heartstrings a little, especially this time of year. Because it’s true. Hardly anyone knows you as well as the beautiful man sprawled on your bed, scrolling through his phone. Yet, he’s also the one that seems to hurt you the most. Always exactly where you need him to be, but never quite within reach. This kind, wonderful human that surprises you with things that remind him of you, but can’t (or won’t) come with you for the holidays to a beautiful, snow-covered resort. It’s not worth bringing up again…

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” you ask.

…but you do anyway. Like the sucker for pain you are. Like somehow the answer is going to change from the last time you asked.

This does make him look up, at least. It’s hard to see the look he gives you. It’s a little comforting that he does look sorry. Not quite enough to ease the ache in your heart. That’s neither here nor there, though.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea,” he answers. 

“I know,” you sigh. 

And you do know. Your relationship with Soonyoung happened out of nowhere. When you were trying desperately to heal over the worst heartbreak you could imagine and he happened to be there. Maybe that’s why you feel this inexplicable draw to him, even now. Because he was the one to help you put the pieces back together, the one to let you know that you weren’t asking for something unreasonable from your ex, that it was okay to make whatever type of life you wanted for yourself. Over time, you felt yourself getting more attached and let it happen, even knowing it was the wrong choice. Not because Soonyoung is wrong or anything short of great. It’s just, well, he’s always been honest, sometimes painfully so, about exactly who he is and what he wants. He’s just not sure, at least right now, that a closed relationship where he meets the parents is what he wants. 

An open relationship hadn’t been something you considered. It still wasn’t a consideration when you first started sleeping with Soonyoung. It wasn’t until you realized you wanted more of him that you had to have the conversation. Which is how you’re here, now. Going to see your parents and the rest of your family for a beautiful vacation alone despite being in a relationship. Despite him having met some of your family, like your cousins, and the number of dates you go on. Sometimes it really is enough. Not because you’re telling yourself it is. It just is. He comes up with the most thoughtful dates. Surprises you with little things just because. He’s so insanely thoughtful. So, maybe it’s enough that he doesn’t want to come meet your parents.

“Come here,” he requests, opening his arms for you. 

You sigh before giving in and snuggling into him on the bed. He plants a soft kiss on the top of your head first, then your temple. You settle against his chest, timing your own breathing with the rise and fall of his chest. There’s something so comforting about lying like this. Something that makes it easier to be honest when you’re not looking into his incredibly soft eyes.

“I do get it, Soonie,” you repeat softly. “This makes sense for us and I don’t want that to change. I don’t need my parents getting involved.”

“Maybe next year,” he says and that pulls you up short. He’s never said that before. You can’t really help it, you pull away to look into his eyes. “I like being around you and neither of us has been seeing many other people lately. So maybe it’s something we can talk about in the new year.” 

“I don’t want it to be anything that you feel…” you start and he presses a kiss to your lips.

“I don’t,” he assures you. “And you’re still free to do whatever you want, obviously. I don’t even know what it might look like. Just, I don’t know, I figure maybe after the holidays we can figure out if anything changes here.” 

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you agree. 

“But for today…” he says, drifting off as his eyes roam over your body.

“You’re exhausting,” you complain.

“You tried on Christmas dresses in front of me! I’ve been here suffering thinking that I won’t get to slide that material off your soft skin,” he says and kisses your shoulder. “Sitting here neglected as I watched you pack away skirts and those pants that make your ass look amazing.” 

“You’re not neglected,” you tease as he presses a long kiss to your neck. 

“I’m wasting away from the lack of attention,” he whines.

“Hm, is that right?” you ask. 

“It is,” he concludes. 

“Well, we can’t have that,” you say low, running your hand down his stomach. 

“Don’t you have to leave soon?” he asks, stuttering when your hand runs over his cock through his pants. You rub him ever so gently, delighting in the way he reacts.

“I can stop if you want,” you suggest. 

“You know I don’t want you to, but…” he starts and trails off when you move your hand towards his waistband.

“I’m driving, Soon, I can be a little late. I’ll just blame traffic,” you say.

“Fuck it,” he curses. 

You drag his pants and briefs down in one motion, freeing his cock. You remember the first time you fucked him, when he was nervous that you were going to be somehow disappointed. He couldn’t have been more wrong. Not only is he the perfect size, but he has a way of moving his hips while fucking you that’s always drives you crazy.

There isn’t time for you to be walking down memory lane, though. You spit into your hand so that you can start stroking him, delight in how he’s already a little hard. Maybe he wasn’t lying about the torture of watching you try on clothes. After all, you did catch him adjusting on the bed a time or two. It’s not enough for you, just stroking him and listening to all the beautiful sounds that he makes. Before he even realizes what’s happening, you’re taking him into your mouth. Swirling your tongue around the tip and carefully massaging his balls with your free hand. You hollow your cheeks when you take as much of him into your mouth as you can. Carefully sucking while you bob your head on his cock, running a hand up and down the base as you continue to work on him. 

“Fuck, that mouth is so good,” he whines. “Oh my god! Ugh, yes!” 

One of the things you like about Soonyoung is times like this, where he doesn’t need to be in control. Where he just lets you take care of him. Lets you make him feel good. Just completely turns to putty in your hands. He’s muttering obscenities about how much he loves your mouth, how you know just what to do, how you’re cruel for bringing him to the edge and then backing off. You may not have enough time, but you also can’t really stop yourself. 

“You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up,” Soonyoung warns. 

You pull up off him just for a second to fix him with a look. “Kinda the point, isn’t it?” 

“Not if it means I don’t get to fuck you,” he answers and pulls off his shirt. 

Okay, you can take the hint. You quickly strip off all your clothes and move up to lie on your side facing him. He captures your lips in a kiss and quickly puts a hand between your legs. No time to waste. He runs his fingers along your entrance, collecting the wetness there and groaning, probably at how you’re wet just from blowing him. When he slides a finger inside your cunt, you want to pull away from the kiss. Instead, you just moan into his mouth, spurring him to pump his finger into you faster. Another moan and he presses a second finger in. 

When you first started fucking Soonyoung, you were a little embarrased about several things when it came to sex. One had been how wet you get. He had been so quick with the praise, so quick to assure you that it was a good thing, so quick to make you comfortable. Now, you barely even think about it. Everything with him is effortless, comfortable. It’s entirely too fast when you feel like you’re already starting to come undone. 

“God, I love watching that pussy suck my fingers in,” he says. “So good for me, so greedy.”

“Fuck, Soon, hang on,” you pant out.

“Feeling good?” he asks.

“Yeah but you’re gonna make me come,” you whine. 

“Isn’t that the point?” he parrots back.

“Thought you wanted to fuck me,” you remind him.

He removes his fingers from your cunt entirely too quickly so he can roll over to reach the drawer. With surprising speed, he pulls a condom out and has it on in a matter of seconds. You’re about to ask how he wants you when he rolls back over and hikes one of your legs up. This is a new position for the two of you, surprising with how many you’ve tried. There’s something a little intimate, facing each other like this with your leg up over his arm. His brows furrow a little as he lines himself up. 

“Oh god,” you moan out when he presses all the way in, right off the bat. Even with the prepping, it’s more of a stretch than you were expecting so fast.

“You okay?” he asks. Even though he wants it to be fast, he’s still so considerate.

“Yes, just fucking move, please,” you whine.

“So needy,” he says, but he still moves. 

It’s fast and a little desperate and the angle has him hitting you just where you want him. It doesn’t feel awkward in this position, either, which crossed your mind for a second. You’re clinging to any part of him that you can, moaning incoherently, about to come undone in a stupidly short time. But, he’s babbling too, uttering praises for how good he feels, reminding you how amazing you are. He’s so vocal and it’s what sends you over the edge. He follows right behind you.

You lay on your back and take a few moments to catch your breath. Watch him as he gets up to dispose of the condom. Smile when he comes back and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. He’s so pretty like this, glowing and smiley and perfectly content. So are you, apparently, as he tells you constantly.

“You have to go because I have to shower and I don’t want to have to shower again after that,” you say when you get up.

“But, what if I want round two?” he asks, drawing you in against his body. 

You lean your head to press a kiss to his lips and carefully pull away. “Then, you’ll just have to wait til I’m back.”

“Thought you didn’t mind being late,” he presses.

“A little late,” you say and laugh at the pout. “You’re cute, Soonie, but I still have to go.”

“Fine,” he sighs. “You’ll be back before New Year’s?”

“Yeah, for the party,” you confirm. 

“I’ll miss you,” he whispers into your hair. The kiss he presses to the top of your head nearly has your knees weak. Instead, you just smile as he leaves and rush off to the shower before you get in the car. 

The resort your parents picked this year for the holidays is beautiful. There’s a main resort and also a bunch of smaller buildings with rooms that are more like condos. Your parents are staying in a particularly roomy one, because they love to host, so you don’t feel too stuck by staying with them. It’s also nice because the resort is attached to a ski lodge. You can actually ski straight from the rooms onto one of the trails. It’s all beautiful and you feel incredibly at peace. 

(You also appreciate how there are plenty of things to do for people that don’t like to ski or snowboard. Not that you don’t, you’re just sometimes a little worried you’ll fall.)

The first night was just for relaxing after the ride up. The four hour drive ended up going a lot faster with your cousin in the passenger seat, thankful you hadn’t actually left yet because her car broke down. Even though you don’t live far apart, you feel like you don’t see her nearly often enough. So the car ride is a nice way to catch up. 

Now that it’s the first full day, you’re ready to explore a little bit. Your parents mentioned a little cafe in the lodge that sounds like the perfect place to get a cup of coffee. Of course, you could make it in the room, but it probably wouldn’t taste as good. Bundled up, you head down to the lodge and look out for the cafe. It ends up being pretty easy to find. And it’s not the only thing. 

It’s like a pull that you can’t explain, the way your eyes fall on someone sitting in an armchair just to the side of the cafe. His dark hair has that slightly tousled look, probably from being outside, and his glasses keep sliding down his nose. As you watch, he absently pushes them back up, eyes glued on the book in his lap. There is no world where it makes sense that he’s here and also no world where he could be anyone else. You’re debating whether or not to approach him when he looks up. The smile he sends your way has you feeling things that you know you shouldn’t. 

Your feet carry you towards him without permission and he rises to meet you part way. “Hey, what are you…” 

At the same time, he starts to say, “wow, small world.”

It’s a little awkward (read: a lot) and neither of you really know what to say. It’s been two years since you last saw each other, two years since you last spoke, two years since the break up that nearly tore you apart. Even though it’s been long enough that you feel better about it, it’s still awkward. He probably feels it too, the uncertainty of running into each other someplace so unexpected. The question of how to move forward. 

“So, um, this is…” Wonwoo starts.

“Awkward? Weird? Unexpected?” you offer through a forced laugh.

“What are you doing here?” he asks.

“My family is here for Christmas,” you answer. “Yours too?” 

“Yeah,” he says. 

“Right,” you say. “Well, I was just going to get…”

“Can we talk? Maybe over lunch or something?” he asks just as you’re ready to turn around. 

You’re rooted to the spot, unable to answer him right away. Can you? Yes, you definitely have that capability. Should you? That’s a bit harder to answer. Your brain is full of images of your past relationship - the good, the bad, the ugly - and your current situation. Maybe Wonwoo still does know you, at least well enough to read your face, because he speaks up again.

“Never mind, that was silly to ask,” he says.

“No, it wasn’t. I’m sorry. I’m just, I don’t know, a little overwhelmed, I guess,” you admit.

“Me too, if it helps,” he says. 

You look down at your watch. It’s a little earlier than you usually eat lunch, but maybe that’ll be a good thing. “Do you wanna get something now?”

“What about your coffee?” Wonwoo asks.

“I’m sure the restaurant has some,” you say before you lose the courage. 

Lunch is actually surprisingly easy. Well, after you get some of the awkwardness out of the way. But, it gives you a chance to say a lot of things you both kept to yourselves. Back when you were dating Wonwoo, it got harder until it was too much. He was always soft spoken, always afraid to burden anyone else with his problems. Even when you reminded him that’s what partners were for, he just kept most of it to himself. Which wasn’t healthy for either of you. You wanted things out in the open so you could talk about them, he kept them to himself. Something tiny could fester into something much bigger and then become a real issue. Even when it came to issues at work or with other friends, he was hesitant to mention it. By not wanting to be a burden, he ended up driving a massive wedge between you. And he’s able to share things with you, too. Like how it wasn’t always easy to want to share when he felt pressured. He knows you only cared, but sometimes he wasn’t ready. Sometimes he couldn’t talk about it in the moment and just needed a day to process. Something he knows that he should have shared with you, as well. 

It turns into a much longer meal than either of you expect. After talking about your relationship, you fill in the last two years. He talks about work and friends and reluctantly admits that he hasn’t dated anyone seriously since you. When it’s your turn, you stumble over explaining Soonyoung, ending up opting for full transparency. If he’s surprised, he hides it well. Seems to understand that trying something a little different can be exactly what you need. When you finally check your phone to see you’re running late to meet your cousins, you say goodbye with a promise to hang out again. And an assurance that you haven’t changed your number and he isn’t blocked. 

You spend most of the afternoon playing games with your cousins and sharing what you’ve been up to. The cousin that rode with you, and knows Wonwoo the best, is nearly on the floor when you tell her that he’s here somehow. Especially because she also knows Soonyoung and likes him, but thinks he’s not the long term plan for you. She’s a little surprised, given how much you smiled about seeing Wonwoo, at how fiercely you defend Soonyoung. It’s just, well, he’s been a lot for you in so many ways. Yes, some of it has been painful and some of it has involved learning things you’re not sure you needed to. But, it’s also been safe and protected. It’s allowed you to grow in ways you never expected. 

An afternoon of gaming turns into a night of dinner in the suite, more games, and drinking. Your cousin takes your phone and texts Wonwoo from it. Invites him over to the room to pick you up. Of course, she doesn’t tell you any of that. But, when you answer the door and see your ex on the other side, he suggests you check your phone. You shoot your cousin a look and grab your coat. He’s here, so you might as well go with him. When he holds out his hand for you, you take it and follow him into the night. 

The next days pass in a kind of haze. It’s so pretty to be at the resort, watching the way snow seems to fall more often than not, even if it’s just a light flurry for 20 minutes. There’s a beautiful, tucked away corner of the lodge where you can sit in rocking chairs by floor to ceiling windows. It gives you a perfect vantage point to watch the snow, or watch people coming down trails, watch anything. You’re with Wonwoo more than your own family, a fact that nobody seems to talk about. Maybe because everyone liked Wonwoo and nobody really understood why it ended. You hadn’t wanted to talk about it. And now it doesn’t seem to matter. The man before you isn’t the same boy that you walked away from two years ago. You’re not the same either. Both of you get a lot of time nestled away in the cocoon of the holiday vacation to talk about that. To talk about who you are now and where you want to be. About if things would turn out differently now.

It’s all kind of a practiced dance, though, because Wonwoo knows that Soonyoung exists. He knows that there’s someone you’re not really ready to let go that may be waiting for you to get back to have an important conversation. (He is waiting for you, but you don’t tell Wonwoo that. Because it may not be in the way you wish he was waiting for you. What you do know is that he’s been sending you a lot of messages. There are a lot of things that seem to remind him of you. So, he’s constantly on your mind.) And there are some things that haven’t changed about Wonwoo, too. One of those things is that he doesn’t really find the idea of sharing a partner appealing. Even though he’s one of the most secure people you know, you can also tell what he thinks about the complication of your current situation. There’s no judgment, only more hurdles. It’s like he wants you to consider giving him another shot, but he doesn’t really know where to start. 

Since Christmas Eve and Christmas morning are for family, you get a much needed break from having Wonwoo around constantly. Not that you mind, it’s just that your head needs a little space. You need to figure out what exactly you want. Which isn’t really any easier when you’re separated from your ex, sadly. Both he and Soonyoung are still fighting for space. Your thoughts are kind of a jumbled mess. 

(It doesn’t help that Soonyoung calls you on Christmas Eve. Or that the call turns into FaceTime and that turns into the two of you getting off. Phone sex wasn’t ever really something you were into before him. You didn’t really get the appeal of it. But, you’ve seen the positives of it with him. Still can’t really believe how easy it is for him to push you over the edge when he’s not even with you. And you kind of like knowing you do the same to him, seeing his cum paint his stomach after he finishes. He gets a little sappy after he comes, too. When you’re both cleaned up, he’s still there. Telling you that he misses you and that the city feels a little lonely without you there. It’s not like you haven’t left before, but this just feels different to him. He says it all without seeming to think much about it and you’re not really sure how to take it. Is it honest? Or is it the post orgasm haze?) 

But, after Christmas dinner, you’re on your own to do whatever you want. And you know what you don’t need to do. You know that you don’t need to make this whole mess inside your head more complicated than it already is. You do really miss Soonyoung and all his energy. There’s something infectious about him. But, you also know that he’s been very clear on his wants and needs, even if he says you need to talk when you’re back about what’s going on. Then, there’s all your returning feelings for Wonwoo after all the time you’ve spent with him the past several days. Soonyoung seemed to skate over you mentioning running into your ex like it didn’t matter. Or that he trusts you and that the relationship is open, which is the more likely answer. All of that leads to sitting on the couch of Wonwoo’s suite, sipping a glass of wine. 

“What’s going on here?” you ask, interrupting the formerly comfortable silence. 

“We’re drinking wine on Christmas?” Wonwoo suggests.

You turn your head to look at him and find he’s a little confused. “I don’t mean that. I mean,” you gesture between the two of you, “here.” 

“Ah,” Wonwoo says and takes a sip. 

“Yeah,” you say.

“I don’t know, honestly. I know I missed you and that I feel like things are different now. I think we could have actually worked through our issues if we were these people,” Wonwoo says.

“But?” you prompt. Because there’s so clearly a but coming to what he said.

“You’re in a relationship,” he finishes. 

“An open one,” you remind him.

“That you’re not really sure how to define,” he presses back.

“We aren’t even sure if we’d work together again and you’re already worried about what’s going on with Soonyoung,” you sigh. 

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“We’ve got history and it’s been so nice to be around you. But, if we were to try something out again, we’re not just going to jump back into it being serious right away,” you tell him.

“No, I wouldn’t expect it to,” Wonwoo agrees. 

“So does it really matter if I’m seeing someone else? Does anyone outside of us really matter while we’re figuring things out?” you ask.

This is a definite crossroads for Wonwoo. He’s always been very logical and impossibly smart. In all the time you knew him, he was one to weigh things out and go with what made the most sense. It wasn’t like him to be overly emotional about things. Except, apparently, when it came to you. So, this is a big ask. For him to just set aside personal feelings for you and consider the logic behind what you’re saying. It’s a crossroads for you, too. Because you do know it makes sense to consider exploring whatever’s been happening between the two of you. To not have any what-ifs or questions when you go back to the city. To actually explore another genuine connection so you can better understand what you do or don’t feel for Soonyoung.

Wonwoo sighs and nods. “Yeah, you’re right. Focusing on this and figuring it out doesn’t involve anyone else but us.”

“So that last little line of defense stops now?” you ask, hopeful.

“Last line of defense?” he asks. 

You gesture at the space between you. “Ever since I ran into you, there’s always space for the Holy Spirit between us.” 

Both of you laugh at that when Wonwoo’s face cracks into a smile. It erases the last little bit of tension left between the two of you. It’s clear that he means he’s going to give it a real shot to figure out what’s going on without worrying about anyone else. Wonwoo shifts closer to you, rests his arm on the back of the couch behind you, and presses his thigh into yours. 

“Do you still think there’s space for the Holy Spirit?” he asks. 

“No,” you say with a light laugh. 

“I’ve missed you, doll,” he admits and presses a kiss against your temple. 

“I’ve missed you, too,” you say. You turn your body so your back is against the arm of the couch and drape your legs over his lap. It’s a little more comfortable and it lets you look at him easier. 

“It’s so weird to me, running into you here,” he says and you laugh.

“I’d say it’s some kind of fate, but I know you don’t believe in that kinda shit,” you offer.

“I don’t know that I do, but having you around has given me a break from my family,” he shares. 

“Your family is great,” you disagree. 

“They are, but it’s a lot of people time,” he says with a sigh.

Which is why you suggest that you just sit back and watch a movie, something a little scary because you know that’s what he prefers. It doesn’t have to be some Christmas movie, you’ve gotten enough of that with your cousins in the lead up to the holiday. So, you let him pick something and settle back, appreciating the closeness. 

The movie is good, but you’re kind of a fidgeter. You make it through the first half easily, but in the second half, you start getting a little sick of sitting still. Just little things. Adjusting how you’re sitting. Moving your legs slightly. Reaching out for one of Wonwoo’s hands. Something to trick your body into thinking it’s moving. Until it’s a little more than just a movement. Without even thinking, you pull one of your legs towards you, let your knee bend for a second, because it’s a little stiff, and slide it back. It isn’t until Wonwoo sucks in a breath and clenches his jaw that you realize your foot slid right over his dick. 

“Wonwoo, I’m sorry, I didn’t - “ you start, but he’s moving your legs.

“Let’s go,” he says as he stands up.

“What?” you ask. “Go where?” 

“Come on, sweetheart, I’m not gonna play these fucking games,” he says and pulls you up off the couch. 

You’re really caught off guard, because it had been an accident, but your body remembers this. He’s guiding you in front of him to one of the bedrooms and pressing you inside. As soon as you’re both through, he closes and locks the door. Then, he presses you back into it and kisses you hard. Crowds your space so you can’t move an inch. You gasp when he nips at your lip. This has always been the thing about Wonwoo. He’s so quiet and soft spoken and unassuming around everyone else. Just the smart boy who likes to read and play video games. Until he gets you behind closed doors and a switch flips. 

“Fuck, Nu, I swear it was an accident,” you groan as he kisses down your neck.

“So, you don’t wanna get fucked into the mattress? Don’t want me to show you I still know exactly what you like?” he asks.

You’re not the same person you were two years ago, though. “Maybe I like different things now.” 

“We’ll see about that,” he says. 

Before you can respond, he’s kissing you again. Hard and needy and like there isn’t a tomorrow. Maybe there isn’t for the two of you. It’s not like you’ve managed to clear anything up. 

Wonwoo presses his hips into you. Places his hands on either side of your head against the door behind you. It’s so easy to fall into old patterns with him, where you give up your control. Your hands run along his back, underneath his shirt, and he shivers at the touch. It makes him thrust his hips into you again. It makes him grab your hands and pin them in one of his above your head. His lips are demanding when they return to yours, like he’s taking what you owe him. 

There’s no point in begging for more. It would only make him go slower. So, you accept his tongue into your mouth when he keeps kissing you. You let your hands stay pinned above your head. You even chase his lips when he pulls away. It’s hard to suppress the shudder when his lips brush against your ear. 

“I want to fuck you,” he whispers. “I want to press your pretty face into the mattress and get your ass in the air. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” you whimper out. 

Wonwoo pulls away from you and starts to undress. It’s hard to take your eyes off of him because he’s so beautiful. The broadness of his shoulder and his slender waist. The muscles that he hides behind all the layers flex as he pulls off his shirt and steps out of his pants. But, then he’s looking at you expectantly. Likely wondering why you’re fully dressed. You make quick work of getting out of your clothing before turning back to him. 

“Sit on the edge of the bed, babydoll,” he instructs. You hasten to listen to what he asks and he smiles. Not a soft smile. “Open your legs.” 

You do that as well. With your hands on the bed behind you, you lean backwards. Wonwoo kneels down between your legs and runs a hand up your calf. He nips softly at your thighs, sharp enough to make you gasp but not hard enough to leave a mark. As he moves to your other thigh, he spreads your legs further. Only places a light kiss on your other thigh before his hand returns to your pussy. His fingers spread you open and he blows gently. The sensation makes you shiver. It makes you want to beg for him. Instead, you just grip the sheets tighter. Wonwoo chuckles, probably at your attempt to hold back, and licks a stripe up your center. Flattens his tongue against you and runs it slowly through your folds. 

“Oh god,” you moan. You don’t need to look down to see that it makes Wonwoo smile, but you do anyway.

He continues to work you with his tongue, alternating the pace so that you never really know what to expect. His thumb rubs circles over your clit. Maybe he does still know how to get you going. Or maybe your body just remembers him. Either way, he feels so good. You’re entirely more pent up than you feel like you should be. It would be embarrassing if it was with someone you weren’t comfortable with. 

“Fuck, please, baby, I need your fingers,” you beg. 

“You getting close?” he asks.

“Yes, fuck, please,” you cry out.

“Do you think you deserve to come?” he asks. It’s only his thumb on your clit that keeps you going.

“Please,” you beg and hope it’s enough.

It must work because his tongue returns to your cunt and he slides one of his perfect fingers inside as well. The second is in before you realize it and your moans are more sounds than anything intelligible. It’s an unsurprisingly short time before you make a mess of his face and fingers. After he guides you through your orgasm, he stands up and leans over you. Pulls you in for a kiss so that you can taste yourself on his lips. It’s enough to make you a little dizzy. Entirely too soon, he’s breaking the kiss. He runs his hand over his dick and looks at you.

“Spit in your hand,” he directs and you do it without thinking. The post-orgasm haze still has hold of you. 

You don’t need him to tell you what to do next. Before he can say anything, you take over and run your hand down his shaft. Slide your thumb carefully over his tip. Wonwoo clenches his jaw like he’s trying not to let you know just how good it feels. Because you still know him too. You continue to stroke him and take his cock into your mouth. Just the tip, at first. When you look up at him under your lashes, you know that he’s going to lose the battle. 

“Fuck, babydoll, that mouth is better than I remember,” he groans out. His hands wind into your hair, but he doesn’t fuck into your face. You’re a little surprised he can hold back. Especially when you swirl your tongue around his tip. “Okay enough of this.”

Wonwoo, with surprising gentleness, pulls you off of his dick. You have just enough time to look at him triumphantly before he’s moving you back into the bed. He gets you on your hands and knees, presses your back down so that your ass is in the air and your face presses into the pillow in front of you. You arch your back deeper so that he has the best angle. The bed shifts under you and you assume that he’s lining up behind you. He presses a finger into your pussy again and you squirm for a second. When he removes it, you want to complain. But, he’s quick to line himself up and press his cock into you. The pillow muffles your moan as he presses all the way in. His hands find purchase on your hips as he sets a slow rhythm. 

It doesn’t seem like it’s enough, though. His hand finds it’s way into your hair and he pulls back, more gently than he used to. “Is this still okay?” 

His voice is hoarse in your ear. “Fuck, Nu, yes. Be rough with me.” 

It’s all the permission he needs. His hand slides up your body to take your nipple between too skilled fingers. The first twist has you screaming out for him, wanting him to continue. And he does, all while picking up the pace that he fucks into you. He keeps you pressed against his chest. The snap of his hips and the skin slapping together isn’t enough to cover your stream of profanities. Wonwoo places a hand lightly over your throat, using it to anchor you to him. Your loud moan and reassurance of permission makes him squeeze a little tighter. It’s that perfect sensory deprivation to make it all the more intense. Between that and your earlier orgasm, you’re a bit on overload. It’s a kind of mind blankness that you haven’t felt in awhile. Nothing else exists but the pursuit of pleasure. Your mind is totally empty.

Eventually, his movements start to stutter and he releases your throat. Directs you to rub your clit. You hardly need to touch yourself before you feel your second orgasm rip through you, coming all over his dick. He snaps a few more times before pulling out of you. His cum paints over your ass and your back. Wonwoo collapses next to you and you lower yourself down onto your stomach, trying not to make too much of a mess. 

After a moment, Wonwoo presses a kiss to your shoulder. “What do you, babydoll, do I still know you?” 

“It’s like nothing ever changes,” you admit. 

The two days after Christmas seem to pass just as quickly as the days before Christmas. Something feels like it’s shifted with you and Wonwoo, but maybe not in the way you expect. You’re still spending a decent amount of time with him, still being pretty affectionate, but you don’t end up naked in his bed again. It could just be you, though it feels like a joint decision. It feels like it’s some unspoken agreement. 

Everything with Wonwoo has been amazing, like a little break from reality. It’s been so nice to get to see him again, to get to talk about your relationship and everything it meant. Even though you’ve both changed a lot, it’s nice to realize how well he still knows you. And he seems to accept all the ways you’ve changed in stride, which surprises you a little. Change had never been his favorite thing. There’s also just a general sense of nostalgia to your interactions with him. He’s safe in the way someone says that you can always go home. It feels like falling into old patterns. 

But, that’s not what life is supposed to be, is it? Life is about taking chances and risks and pushing yourself out of your comfort zone. Falling back into step with Wonwoo would be so easy. It’s obvious that he still loves you, or maybe loves you again. It’s so easy to picture what your life with him looks like because you remember. You remember all the plans the two of you made. It just feels kind of stagnant, though. You know the kind of love you’re getting back into. It’s not even about not trusting him or worrying it would end up in another break-up. Things are different enough with your communication that you trust it would be different on that front.

It’s just, if you’re being honest with yourself, you can’t get Soonyoung off your mind. Even when you’ve been with Wonwoo, there’s that small voice in the back of your mind whispering Soonyoung’s name. It’s also really hard to stop thinking about what he said before you left. Maybe it doesn’t mean anything changes. Maybe it only means that you define the relationship a little more clearly and it’s still open. But, if you move forward with Wonwoo, you know what that means for Soonyoung. You know it means you’re going to be saying goodbye to the person who’s challenged you, who’s pushed you, who’s forced you out of your comfort zone. You’re just not sure you can do that.

By the time the last night comes around, you know that you need to have an actual conversation with Wonwoo before leaving. Life doesn’t always give you the chance for closure, so you know to take it when it comes around.

“This is it for us, isn’t it?” Wonwoo asks. 

“Yeah, I think it is,” you say. 

“I hope he knows what he’s got,” Wonwoo says with a sigh. “By the time I figured it out, it was too late.” 

“I hope you know that everything I felt for you was so real, that it’s still real now. It’s just…” you start.

“Not enough?” he finishes and you frown. “It’s okay, I’m not upset. I knew from the start that this was a long shot.” 

“Why did you do it, then?” you ask.

“Because I would have regretted it if I left something unsaid or undone,” he says simply.

“I’m so sorry, Wonwoo,” you say.

“I’m not. I’m thankful we got this chance. Now, I have the closure I needed to actually move on,” he says. 

You’re not sure what else to do, so you just wrap your arms around him. His arms wrap around you without missing a beat and he places a kiss on the top of your head. The two of you stand like that for a few minutes, letting all the feelings wash over you. It’s the next part that’s going to be the scariest.

You haven’t properly talked to Soonyoung since the two of you had phone sex on Christmas Eve. Which is actually on you, at least this time, because he’s been keeping up a relatively steady stream of texts. Asking how the vacation was, how it was to be around your family, even how it was to see your ex. And you haven’t done anything wrong, you know you haven’t, but it still feels like too much to text. It feels like the kind of thing you need to tell him when you’re back in your apartment. Thankfully, you don’t even have to ask if he wants to come by. He knows your schedule, knows how long the drive is, and even assumes you’re tired. Despite that, he asks if he’s okay to come over anyway. He even insists that he just wants to see you, sex can be off the table. (Unless you want to fuck on the kitchen table, because that might be hot, he says.)

He’s at your door in what feels like record time, puffy jacket and beanie covering most of his head and upper body. His arms wrap around you before he even gets through the door or takes off his layers. It feels like he smells your hair when he buries his face there, but you can’t be sure. It’s almost a project to get him to unlatch himself long enough to take off his outer layers and remove his shoes before joining you on the couch. Where he clings to you like the idea of personal space is foreign. It’s more comforting than you’d like to admit. You’re at ease, but your heart is also beating entirely too fast.

“I missed you,” he says softly.

“I missed you, too,” you say back. 

“No, I really missed you. My sister kept asking me the whole time I was there if I was okay,” he admits. He separates a little, but keeps hold of one of your hands. 

You’re not really used to this side of him, haven’t seen him this soft in all the time you’ve known him. “Were you not? You seemed okay in your messages.” 

“I -,” he starts, frowns, and then opens his mouth again. “I was okay, when we were texting. Mostly. But, I guess, I’m just used to you being around. I’m used to sending you something, like something that makes me think of you, and having you answer right away.” 

“You were sending a lot,” you tease lightly.

“I kept wondering,” he starts and shakes his head.

“Wondering what, Soon?” you ask. 

“Do you remember before you left that I said I wanted to talk after the holidays?” he asks and you nod. 

“Of course, I thought about it a lot,” you admit.

“You did?” The surprise is evident on his face and you’re not sure what it means.

“Yeah, there were a lot of times I couldn’t really get it off my mind, honestly,” you share. 

“I figured…well with your ex there and you spending so much time with him,” Soonyoung says.

Your stomach drops a little. “Listen, about that…”

“You don’t have to tell me,” he says, trying to cut you off. It’s your turn to grab his hands, though.

“I do, though. Which is selfish, probably, but I need to tell you for me,” you say.

“You’re getting back together with him,” Soonyoung guesses and his whole body seems to slump. You’re not sure what to make of him caring so much and don’t really want to get your own hopes up.

“No,” you assure him. “No, I think that chapter of my life is over. Seeing him just brought up a lot of unfinished shit. And then with the holidays and the resort. I did…well, we did have sex. Just once, on Christmas.”

Soonyoung nods, but doesn’t seem relieved. “I figured you would, I did basically push you to try other things out. Are you going to see him again now that you’re back here?”

“No,” you say again. “But, I think I want to hear what you were going to say.” 

“I’m not sure now is…” he starts and nearly melts at the look you give him.

“Please,” you say so softly it’s barely audible. 

“I should’ve gone with you when you asked,” he says and that brings you up short. You never dared to hope for that much. “I knew it as soon as you were gone. But, I figured it’d be fine. I’d be right where you left me when you got back. Then, you ran into your ex and you seemed happy for the chance. I thought I’d fucked up and that you’d fall for him again. I considered just showing up. I chickened out, though. I figured if it was supposed to work out, then it would. Part of me even hoped you might fuck him and that you’d realize what it took me just a little too long to realize.”

“And what’s that?” you prompt.

“That I’m ready to give actual commitment a try. That I don’t want to think about sharing you with anyone else,” he says and his voice drops to a whisper. “That I love you.” 

“What did you just say?” you ask. 

He takes a deep breath and meets your eyes. “That I love you. And I’m sorry.” 

You don’t even realize you’re crying until he wipes a tear from your cheek. “I love you, too, you giant idiot. It’s always been you for me. It wasn’t ever going to be my ex. I’m not sorry, though. Everything that we’ve experienced, it’s been exactly what I needed.” 

“You know what this means though, right?” he asks and you shake your head. “No more fucking anyone that’s not me.” 

“We don’t have to…” you start. You don’t want to change him, never have. He’s always been perfect exactly the way he is. 

“I know, but I want to. It’s only you. I think it always has been and you just knew it a lot before I did,” he says.

“Can you just kiss me now?” you ask through your tears. 

When your lips meet, it’s so slow and tender. So full of affection and joy and everything left unsaid. For now, at least. If there’s anything you know about Soonyoung, it’s that he doesn’t like to keep much to himself. It’s been so much, so overwhelming. Even though the kisses are languid, you feel the heat building between the two of you. Feel the desire getting stronger. That’s when he breaks the kiss. Your face must look confused or disappointed because he smiles, so full of genuine affection, and stands up. He holds a hand out to you.

“I don’t want the first time after telling you that I love you to be on your couch,” he says. 

Your smile matches his when you take his hand and interlace your fingers. He brings your hands up to his lips and places a kiss on your knuckles. Doesn’t let go of your hand even when you’re in your bedroom. He sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls you between his legs. It makes you lean down to kiss him, but it’s kind of nice. He finally lets go of your hand so that he can wrap his arms around you instead. When Soonyoung looks up at you, eyes full of affection, it’s just more than you can handle. 

“Please, Soonie,” you whisper.

“What?” he asks.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you request.

“Like what?” he asks.

“Like I’m the only person in the entire world,” you say.

He only smiles at first. “I had a lot of time to think when you were away. I’m just appreciating you now.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you assure him.

“I wouldn’t let you.” 

Finally, he pulls you into bed and it’s the most perfect night you’ve ever spent with him. And you’ve had a lot of great nights. He always takes his time with you, always makes sure you’re well taken care of. It’s different now. His lips are everywhere and his hands seem to need to find whatever part of you they can. You’ve never felt so loved and so safe, even with him. Even though he always makes it comfortable. You know that you made the right choice.

(You’re sure when he’s got you seeing stars from his mouth between your legs. You’re sure when he’s sucking marks into your skin where only he can see them. You’re sure when he asks you to tie his hands to the bed. You’re sure when he asks you to untie him so he can fuck you into the mattress. You’re especially sure when he wraps himself around you to fall asleep. It’s everything you’ve wanted, but only because it’s him. It wouldn’t be the same with anyone else.)

Morning comes and everything looks even better in the soft light of a winter’s morning. You’re not sure you’re ever going to get Soonyoung out of your bed (or your apartment) and you’re not really sure you want to. The new year is right around the corner and you can’t wait to see what it brings the both of you.

thanks for coming on this ride with me 💕 please reblog or let me know your thoughts if you liked it!

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hi i love your instagram aus!!!

i was wondering if you could do an instagram au private relationship between charles x singer! reader (face claim blackpink rose) on their summer break but they get caught by fans and paparazzi?

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Lissie note… Really great idea!!! Love it! I’m not too into k-pop, so please excuse me if anything seems wrong with the pictures in terms of timeline stuff. Thank you, and I’m glad you enjoy the aus<3

Things to note:

I’m into rock/indie, so I don’t know much about the K-pop industry. Please don’t come for me :)

Reader is an up-and-coming but popular K-Popstar.

Reader and Charles have been dating since the beginning of the season (set in 2023)

Races are NOT in order

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Singer!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight cursing?

Playlist recommendations: 𝐂𝐋𝟏𝟔, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟💗

Taglist: @drugged-kitkat, @allwaysallyway

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user1 OHMOFMFNS HERRRR❤️❤️❤️

user2 Felt😩🙏

user3 Are you coming to the UK soon?🥰

user4 MOTHER❤️

user5 ILYSM PLSSS😭❤️

user6 So so so gorgeousss💕

user7 She’s so couquette but sophisticated and I love it

user8 AHHHH agreed❤️

user9 Please come to the US soon🤍🤍

user10 She’s been there before

user11 Yeah, I saw her last year🥰

user9 Aw no… I missed it.

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user1 How can anyone be THIS gorgeous.

user2 Exactly. How do people actually have the nerve to call her a gold digger…

user3 Wait what???

user4 People did WHAT?!

user1 ummm wtf?

user5 @ user2 is right. Fans of this boy group keep bashing her because they were seen together at a literal K-pop event…

user6 Doesn’t it make sense for her to be at the same expo though…💀 like she didn’t come for that one guy. She came for us…😭😭😭

user5 literally

user7 idk what all this drama in the comments is, but you’re so pretty❤️

user8 Vogue better feature her again😩🤍

user9 Did anyone see her interview with cosmo? She’s literally so polite and cute🥰

user10 I SAW IT🫶

user11 I don’t believe all the rumours that she’s dating some random boy group guy… she’s clearly ours.

user12 Agreed🙏

user13 I can’t wait for her to go on Jimmy Fallon🥳

user14 It’s actually gonna be so fun

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charles_leclerc It’s race week again❤️🤍

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user1 Let’s goooo #tifosi❤️🤍

user2 Please no Monaco curse again😭😭😭

user3 It won’t happen this year❤️

user4 I’m a max fan but I actually hope Leclerc wins this one

user5 same

user6 ANY K-POP FANS HERE???

user7 I thought I was the only one who noticed

user8 Guys it’s so clearly just her following him cause he’s famous or whatever. Besides, he has a lot of followers who are in the K-pop industry lol

user9 @ user8 has a point lmao

user10 yeah, @ otherkpopuser also follows him. You guys gotta calm down💀

user11 Home race let’s gooo❤️

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francisca.cgomes Gorgeous🤍

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user1 Okay so nobody is going to question why an f1 wag is in the comments…

user2 because it’s not that deep

user3 The break she deserves❤️❤️❤️ HAVE FUN🥰

user4 I can’t wait for more summer posts from her🥳

user5 I loved your set in Paris❤️ Please come back soon🫶

user6 Come to Spain pleaseeeee🙏

user7 Oooo where is this???

user8 I think she said on her story that she was in Monaco

user9 Ugh I would love to go there just to see her😭❤️

user10 Monaco is so great😩 I wanna go

user11 This is the break she deserves after her hard work❤️

user12 I thought she’d maybe go back to Korea for a little over break

user13 It’s her own choice… she doesn’t have to

user14 Sooo pretty

user15 I desperately NEED her to come to Australia😭😭😭

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sportsgoscentral Famous Ferrari driver, Charles Leclerc, was caught with a girl this week… who might that be👀

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user1 Wait WHAT🧍‍♀️

user2 idk… that could literally be anyone. It doesn’t look like Charles…

user3 It’s definitely him. Look at his hair.

user4 I’m slowly waving goodbye to my parasocial relationship😭

user5 STOPPP WHAT IS THIS

user6 Aw that’s cute🥰 Wish we knew who it was though!!

user7 wait… isn’t that… @ yourusername

user8 who?

user7 pretty famous K-pop idol

user8 Ohhh, she’s really pretty though

user9 so all blonde girls are suddenly her?

user7 no, I’m just saying it seems like her bc she’s in Monaco rn

user10 Whoever she is, she’s so lucky ughhh

user11 For real

user12 What happened to giving people personal space😃

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charles_leclerc Next stop: Japan✈️🇯🇵

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user1 such a random vacation spot but I dig it

user2 I bet Yuki is his tour guide

user3 that’d be funny

user4 Wait what’s in Japan?

user5 Idk, he’s just on break somewhere new ig?

user6 Can’t wait for a Japan photo dump🥰

user7 Not everyone thinking he’s going cause of @ yourusername 😭😭😭

user8 OMGGGG I FORGOT SHE’S BACK FROM HER BREAK AND IN JAPAN RNNN

user9 I am flabbergasted

user10 guys it’s a coincidence chill pls

user11 idk… doesn’t seem like a coincidence to me👀

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yourusername Thank you so much for all the chants! I love you all in Japan❤️ Can’t wait to come again🧸

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francisca.cgomes Loved it❤️ Will go to your next🫶

yourusername Can’t wait to see you again🥰❤️

user1 MOTHER😩❤️

user2 SHE ONLY RESTED FOR 2 WEEKS AND IS ALREADY BACK😭😭😭

user3 She’s so amazing🤍 I love her so much😭

user4 I LOVED THE SHOWWW COME BACK SOON~

user5 She’s so mother😩🙏

user6 ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS🥰

user7 I literally love everything abt her

user8 Where’s she going next?

user9 The US I think?

user10 Wait what???

user11 No she isn’t. That’s next month.

user12 Yeah, she’s going to Korea next and then the US

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charles_leclerc Japan was amazing❤️🇯🇵

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user1 A GIRL A GIRL A GIRL

user2 OMG THE SECOND PIC

user3 CHARLES WHO IS THATTTT

user4 New wag alert?

user5 Every K-pop fan KNOWS that the rumours are true and that’s @ yourusername

user6 New fav wag🥰

user7 I need to see them togetherrrr

user8 Omg that’s her?! She is BEAUTIFUL😩

user9 She’s literally my fav<3

user8 I’m gonna start listening to her

user9 If he’s going to the states next, it’s definitely @ yourusername

user10 It’s so convenient though, because he has the Miami gp next month🥳

user11 Isn’t she going to NYC though???

user12 Yeah she is

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wagsf1 @ yourusername in the paddock today in Miami✨

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user1 IT’S OFFICIAL🥰

user2 She is SO PRETTY AND CUTEEEE

user3 Her and Charles make the cutest couple on the grid by a HUMONGOUS margin.

user4 Literally

user5 Wait… but wasn’t she spotted in Formula 2???!

user6 Leclerc watches Arthur and she probably tagged along

user5 Oh yeah that makes sense

user7 I can’t believe she’s juggling her career and supporting Charles at the same time😭 What a gem🤍

user8 He literally hit the jackpot with this one

user9 I’m so jealous of him but also jealous of her😭😭😭

user10 You’re literally so real for that

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yourusername Since the secret is out…🤍

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charles_leclerc ❤️

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francisca.cgomes You guysss🫶

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user1 ARE YOU FOR REAL????

user2 Wait the rumours are true?!!!😭😭

user3 We lost her💔

user4 This is pain.

user5 Can’t you just be happy for her?

user6 It’s not that deep and she doesn’t know you exist💀

user7 If my future relationship isn’t like theirs… I don’t want it..

user8 IKR😩 Look at those shadow picssss

user9 Okay but when is she actually revealing him?

user10 We literally know it’s Charles💀 He even commented😭😭😭

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yourusername I’m not…

charles_leclerc Did you pack for Italy yet? We leave tomorrow.

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user1 I love their banter already😩

user2 They’re so cute what😭❤️

user3 She looks like a literal angel

user4 My fav singer and my fav driver… dating?! This is an actual dream come true wtaf

user5 People who oppose this will have to go through me first

user6 Nobody will be dense enough💀

user7 Nah I just know someone will be pressed about this

user8 Agreed lmao💀

user6 I mean ig😭💀

user9 I can’t wait to see all of her paddock outfits!!!

user10 Same! She's already so stylish, I bet she’s gonna go all in!!!

user11 I can’t wait to see Charles at her concerts lol

user12 Somehow I can actually imagine it

user13 My fav couple❤️

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩! (𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙙𝙢𝙨, 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨: 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧(𝙨) 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚(𝙨) 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣.)

[jabeur]

to the anon who is new to tennisblr and intimidated, me too!!! like everyone is friends with everyone and I feel like an intruder everyone here has so good posts!!!!

🫂🫂🫂🫂 you are NOT an intruder i PROMISE !! no one is, this space is open to anyone, you can join in at any time !! we love seeing new people be insane about this stupid sport with us !!!

i do get it tho, i know coming from someone who was like, in the fandom already that must sound like "yeah, easy for you to say!" 🫂🫂

you do you anon, be yourself and if it feels comfortable, start talking to people a little bit at a time! even just rbing people's posts with tags. this is tumblr and that also counts as talking to each other <3 i could give you advice but truly i think what's most important is that you be yourself and do what feels comfortable! this should be a happy space! try not to beat yourself up, it's normal to feel distant from others in the fandom at first, but i'm sure you will both be able to have a fun time with us 💗

and this is an official invitation to both you and other anon to message me if and when you want! my dms and asks are open <3 send me silly stuff cool pics thoughts memes tennis questions things that have nothing to do with tennis anything!! or leave a reply or anything idk we can talk however you want <3 if you feel more comfortable remaining anonymous rn we can talk thru anon asks!!! or not, your choice of course, just please know we're all ready to welcome you in and you could NEVER intrude 💕

[divorcingjimmatthews]

Do think you can make more fanfics of Kenny and or jade your like the only person who actually writes for characters in the show (from) and I feel like they just need so much more love 💕🥲 I literally love your account and all the theories 

dhsjdhshd thank you so much for sending this ask !! they DO need so much more love both in-universe and out... specially kenny rn. jade is somehow kind of making friends... we can be proud of him. kind of <3 im so glad you like my account i'm always so worried about spamming but my heart is so full rn 🥺💝

i'm definitely gonna be writing more for them! i have an embarrassing amount of drafts i should probably polish up a bit and post. here's some headcanons in the meantime

kenny and jade: where they take you on a date 🥂🎆

jade

out of fromville

he looves to flaunt his wealth and is a child at heart so on your first dates he'd probably take you to places that are both expensive and fun like a hot air balloon ride or a premium pass visit to a theme park, bonus points if there's tech toys involved like those star wars spaceship simulator VR pods, or idk, racecars

also!!! escape rooms

sometimes tobey tags along because the stuff is fun and you just have to deal with that. he does make sure leave you some alone time though

on your 4th or 5th date you ask him if you can just hang out at home and he looks heartbroken like you don't like our dates?? jade i'm just exhausted

he kind of has a difficult time accepting that you like him enough to want to just spend the day with him, but he's pretty touched when it sinks in that you do

you order some food, curl up on the couch and binge some tv show or movie series that either of you likes, it could be some old favourite or something that's been sitting on your to-watch list for a while. i just know that jade is a jurassic park kind of guy and no one can change my mind

all the time he's just thinking how nice and natural it all feels and how easily he could get used to having you around more often <3

in the town

he would talk a lot about where he wants to take you when you get out, but if confronted with the thought of going on a date while in there, he'd be like—what the hell do you mean, there's nothing to do in here

you tease him a little bit like come on, where's that imagination you keep talking about? be creative. you'll come up with something for sure

now it's a challenge. and he tries. he really tries. but nothing feels impressive or datey enough, considering where he'd like to take you if he could

you ask him to see the notebook he's been writing (and sketching) the ideas on and you can't help but laugh. jade, literally a picnic would've been just fine

but you make sure to show him how touched you are that he was putting so much effort into trying to make something really special for you. he gets lots of love and many hugs and kisses as a reward <3

kenny

out of fromville

kenny loves café and museum dates, though he'd be a bit worried that he's not smart enough to impress you if you go to a museum. he just really likes going because all the stuff is cool, but he's not one of those guys that can tell you more than the guide on any given tour. he might try to prepare and do a bit of research beforehand to try to show off though :)

it's very easy to tell that he didn't just happen to know all that stuff, but nonetheless it's incredibly cute

bonus points if you are the kind of person that can tell you more than the guide on any given tour. you'd have to correct him on some stuff. he'd be a bit embarrassed but his crush on you would only get bigger and bigger with that

if he wants to go for something a bit bigger or special he might ask if you want to book one of those weekends that you can spend at an apple orchard or a pumkin farm in the fall, it would be really sweet and he'd take the cutest pics of you <3

in town

his go-to would be a picnic in the nicest patch of woods that he can find. it's an easy choice because he's big on picnics in general, no matter where you are

he would pick some flowers for you and do his best to help you feel at ease. if you're new, you may be a bit worried about straying from the town even just a little bit, but he knows the place really well and he'd reassure you that the woods are safe as long as the sun is out

it'd be worth it when the knowledge of where you are begins to fade away. once you can no longer see colony house or the town, you start feeling like you could be on a normal hike, and that feels really nice

kenny would have changed out of his deputy uniform and into his nicest clothes for this and your heart would have nearly jumped out of your chest when you saw him looking like that for the first time <3<3

[kananjarus]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @bvckandeddie thank you so much!!! 💕

How many works do you have on ao3?

only 18 hehe

What's your total ao3 word count?

341,541 😳 I would've guessed way less than that lmao

What fandoms do you write for?

mostly 911 but I've written for star wars, spn, and marvel (mcu)

Top five fics by kudos:

end of the affair

fill me in (don't sink me)

this must be the place

13 days to say I love you

feeling small

Do you respond to comments?

yes...I don't know how to handle compliments so it takes me a while but I do my best

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't think I have one?

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

they all have happy endings knskdfn but I guess 13 days is the least angsty fic I've written

Do you get hate on fics?

not that I've heard? I got an meh comment for a 911 fic once because the reader was upset I wrote Eddie having a Real Adult Reaction to something instead of some uwu shit. that's the closest thing to negativity I've seen

Do you write smut?

I have before but it's been a while

Craziest crossover:

ehhh I'm not one for crossovers but I guess the 911 / station eleven au counts?

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that I'm aware of

Have you ever had a fic translated?

no but that would be so cool!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no :(

All time favourite ship?

that is so hard. I'm in my silverflint renaissance era currently so I'll pick them. the way their story ends will haunt me forever, and every time I rewatch the show it as painful as the first time all over again. it's a prequel to treasure island so even from their first meeting you might not know how their relationship plays out but you know it's going to end tragically. they are quite literally doomed by fate no matter what choices they make *screams into a pillow* that's my SHIT

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

other than my long star wars fic, my answer will always be the captain america/stevebucky house of leaves au. I was not a committed writer at all when I thought of it and the idea is still so cool to me but it would be such a huge project if I sat down and actually tried to flesh it out

What are your writing strengths?

writing suspense (I just wish I had the kind of big brain ideas for horror stories. I want to be a horror writer so bad)

What are your writing weaknesses?

lately I feel like it's been dialogue. I don't know if I'm just going thru a phase but every piece of dialogue I've written recently feels incredibly forced and I hate it

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I know limited spanish. that's the only foreign language I've written dialogue in but I'm always afraid of getting a translation wrong so I really try to avoid it if I can sdfjnkkgn

First fandom you wrote in?

h*rry p*tter

Favourite fic you've written?

it changes all the time lmao. dead reckoning is the current favorite because it was so fun to write, but I'm also really proud of my self for the station eleven au. when I first came up with the idea I was 'get real you'll never be able to pull this off' but I'm actually doing it! take that self-doubt 😊💪

Idk who has already done one of these but I'll tag: @rogerzsteven @shortsighted-owl @mellaithwen @asharadaine @markofalover

[cauldronoflove]

WIP WEEKEND

tagged by dear friend bec @formosusiniquis 💕

RULES:

- In a reblog (or a new post w/ rules attached) post up to five (5) file names of your wips. Not titles, file names.

- Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

- After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

- That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

WIPS:

• temporal surfing

• metallic, heastroke, foreign

• "the stars are going the wrong way"

• the galatea conclusion (previously posted as a short prompt fill but i want to rewrite and expand so this will start my rewrite)

• that man has been muhduh'd (original project, not gonna post from it so this'll be a 2-for-1 i just really need to write on it lmao)

SNIPPET:

(from metallic, heatstroke, foreign)

Chief Engineer technically gets pick of the litter, senior crew hall or closer to Engineering, but there was never really a choice for Trip. He needs the hum of the engine close as he can get it, needs to know if there's an emergency he can get there first.

Science officer's quarters are adjacent to the captain, furthest end of the hall from the lift or first-sighted if you come up the back way.

open tag to my mutuals since idk who's writing at the moment!

[duplicitywrites]

thank you @joeys-piano for inviting me to do this! happy holidays and a happy new year to you 🌹🌹

rules:

post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular),

your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year,

your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year,

your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year,

and your number 1 favorite line you've written this year!

tagging: @cindle-writes @clarasghosts @crowcrowcrowthing @dividawrites @itsevanffs @latteloves @louveclaviere @phantomato @the-paper-monkey @vivantesopales or anyone else who wants to do this!

top five listed below, and everything else under the cut. nothing is in any particular order, but i do think the WIPs are probably the most interesting ones...

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FIVE WORKS:

okay, this was a hard choice. if i spent some more time on it, i could probably change my answer a million times. but if i had to rescue five fics from a burning house, i hope it would be these ones(?)

the eternal flame (21,925 words) | WIP

Harry raising Tom is a dynamic i LOVE to explore, and this is my latest go at it. there will be another new one in 2023, you can bet on it

Fight Fire with Fire (14,275 words) | Complete

this is just chaotic fun LMAO and bottom tom, always a treat 😌💕

Terms and Conditions May Apply (16,822 words) | WIP

first person POV! retired voldemort! and some of the funniest jokes i've ever written. idk what is wrong with me when i write this story but i hope it happens again

We Still Have Time (9,053 words) | Complete

other people changed my mind about this one so it gets an honorary spot for that reason 💖 not to mention blood, sweat, and tears went into writing this 😭

sweet everything (1,360 words) | Complete

tomdric! beloved! i find myself really enamoured with them and with second person POV. this work has a lot of phrasing that i'm proud of.

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FOUR WIPS:

have some WIP! some of these have proper summaries, some don't. we get what we get and we don't get upset, etc 😭

mary (working title) | fem!tom riddle x harry potter

Troubled young women have a tendency to marry men like their fathers. At least, that is what Tom had been told. What they never told her was how, exactly, the union of her parents had come to be. Or: Tom Riddle meets Harry Potter. She decides she has to have him, no matter the cost.

apotheosis | harrymort, pov draco malfoy

Growing up side by side with Harry, Draco learned two very important things: One, Voldemort was a god, terrifyingly monstrous and more powerful than any wizard on the planet. And two, Harry Potter was his.

tempered in darkness | harrymort, vee wins AU

working summary: harry is chosen from a lottery pool to have his dirty blood purged by lord voldemort

like his father (working title) | harrycest, mod!harry

“Are you—my dad?” You open your mouth to say no. You should say no. James Potter is long dead and not even time travel can fix that. But all your life, you’ve been told how much you look like your father. And now, looking into your own eyes, you couldn’t bear to see them disappointed. “You look like me,” Harry adds in a mumble, as if he’s trying to convince himself. “Yeah,” you croak, dropping to your knees and taking the boy’s tiny hands in your own. “Yeah, Harry, I’m your dad.” You sway closer, brushing the child’s messy bangs aside, and place a kiss to the left of your famous lightning scar. “You can call me James.”

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THREE IMPROVEMENTS:

i have learned to take my time with writing! i've done a lot more editing this year than i have in the past, painstakingly scrapping a lot more words than i used to. but i believe the end results are better and i'm happy with almost everything that has been posted this year 💕

i'm not sure if this can be stated as an improvement, though i'm sure some people will beg to differ, but i started writing more smut this year LOL

simply put, more writing = better 😌 practice doesn't make exactly perfect but it does produce visible results!

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TWO RESOLUTIONS:

i don't like making resolutions, but here are some general ones i shall try to abide by

to write only what i am passionate about

finishing what i can, and accepting the rest as they are 😌

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ONE LINE:

okay this one is just impossible lmao. i wrote so much and i have more that i haven't even posted, so i am going to list a bunch and maybe someone can tell me which one is the best

He has no urge to kill what has already been buried. (the eternal flame)

It feels fair, then, that Tom Riddle will be both the love of his life and the aching close of it. (Hallows, Not Horcruxes)

Comments like this reminded Harry why he sometimes had to pay attention to Tom even when he didn’t want to. (2 Tame 2 Boyfriend)

"[...] If someone came into this house to murder us, I would let the murderer kill you, and then, once I was sure that you were dead, I would kill the murderer." (Terms and Conditions May Apply)

For the first time in his cold, unfeeling life, Tom hoped that Dumbledore was right and there was an afterlife waiting for him so he could still rail Harry at least once. (Nevermind)

Lost in the richness of Tom Riddle’s gorgeously exceptional life, his world has never looked so bright. (resurfacing)

Tom Riddle was a hollow child turned hollow man; Harry was all the heart he had. (like angels put in hell by god)

[tonydaddingham]

(last anon= me, was a bit anxious it might not go over well for some reason- off now bc changing the capitalization was a pain)

i agree on the human aus! love their flexibility, the sorta "yeah, may as well happen" you get clicking on something (with love) completely ridiculous. it's also so much fun to see what people do with crowley's eyes and his relationship to the glasses.

i'm very very early in planning this, but i want a&c to be as close to theirshow characterizations as i can possibly get them (book boys are amazing but i want the drama). i don't know that i'll do a very good job at justifying it with their backstories, but i'm gonna try. (idk. people have different opinions on personality being nature vs nurture. i can claim majority nature if it's more convenient)

i'm thinking here that crowley, personally, would have had to kill somebody or a couple somebodies, in an absolute (it at least appeared so, still does), life or death, them or him scenario (only his life saved). said somebody or somebodies would have attacked first, and out of desperation-- not totally their choice either. i'm assuming for the sake of the fic that he'd be able to do it at all, and then survive a couple decades after, so there's... something.

i just can't figure out exactly how he'd have coped with it, and whether he'd, later, think of it as justified, like how much guilt there would be. don't know what's even plausible.

my biggest problem is that framing him as 100% Good and Pure (and weirdly helpless?) like ppl do sometimes is literally my biggest fear writing this (huge mischaracterization in general). i don't want to go for the exact same indifference as in the show, for reasons you mentioned (and also that level of apathy would fuck up the entire rest of the fic), but not too far in the opposite direction, either.

tysm for the first response and considering a second, this seems a whole lot more solvable- and sorry if it's a lot to ask to go over all this (although your ability to hold a shit ton of information at once and then respond eloquently is impressive asf, looking at like every chain with LWA), i just drew a bit of a blank. also my bad if it's got a little heavy for your blog, just realized looking at the tags 😭

oh @aq-uatic you silly goose!!!✨ im absolutely fine with asks like that, please feel free to sling them my way anytime!!! ultimately tho, that's what the tw was for; just in case it was a bit heavy for someone else, but for me, personally? there's not a lot of themes that i feel uncomfortable discussing, almost all topics are welcome and i'll soon say if they aren't!!!💕

ooooh okay, so a self-defence angle!!! i think that that could be interesting to explore, because - well, you could take it from the perspective that crowley is initially very righteous in defending himself, rightly thinking that he deserved to protect himself, and the use of force was proportionate. he could initially come across as quite dispassionate and apathetic about it, "me vs. them? well of course it was going to be me!", and ultimately not want to address the whole concept of having committed murder because, on face value, it was justified. and maybe he privately doesn't want to examine it bc he's apprehensive about what he'd find?

but then as plot (and character) develops, turns out that because the whole thing was so fast, fuelled by adrenaline and the instinct to survive, crowley ends up... not being able to remember much of it? and as details start to come back, i think that's where the cognitive dissonance element would play - that he then has to reconcile himself as being someone who he feels is morally sound, 'would never harm another human being', a good person... but then is starting to remember his fear in the situation, confronting his own mortality, and what it says about him to be able to take another life with little thought other than his own self-preservation? as well as remember the specific physical details of what happened? the sounds, the smells? looks in the mirror afterwards and sees a different person looking back?

obviously without knowing the full motive of the person attacking him, who they are, what their story is etc.,... i think crowley could end up dealing with it in a way that he accepts that he cannot control others' actions, only his own. that that person chose to put him in the position of having to defend himself, and whilst, yes, that person may have had a family, friends, potential... when he's in a position of ensuring his own survival, he may have actually made the best decision he could have at the time. idk if you're planning to explore the attacker's circumstances in any depth, but if - for example - they were trying to rob him out of their own desperation (e.g. homelessness/austerity, fund addiction, peer pressured/gang context, mental health), maybe crowley would deal with that by exploring charitable work, or good causes, that seek to alleviate that very desperation? and that's how he heals from the experience?

again, hoping this might be some food for thought!!!✨💕 please do link me your fic when you've posted anything, i really admire how you're exploring this concept and it sounds really interesting and promising!!! i'll reiterate that i love getting asks, especially when they explore topics like this; i feel the LWA ones are a little bit of an anomaly, for being really analysis-heavy (which i love, let me clear), but getting to be a bit creative is exciting for me too!!!✨

[vintagelacerosette]

Artist/ Fic Writer Interview

I was tagged by the magnificent darling Chrissy @you-are-so-much-better-than-that who came up with the artist questions, the sensational sweetheart Harvey @mikhailoisbaby & honeypie Willow @ian-galagher thank youuu 🥰

1. Do you post on Ao3? If so, how many works do you have on AO3? If not, where do you post?

I don't post my art on ao3 but on tumblr 😊

2. What is your total art count?

17 🎨

3. What are your top 5 pieces by likes/kudos?

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do respond by liking them bc most comments are in the tags & idk should i respond in the comments? lol

5. What is your current fandom, and what was the first fandom you drew for?

Current fandom: Gallavich & First fandom i drew for & shared my art is Gallavich but probably first fandom was maybe soul eater

6. Have you ever received hate on any art?

Not hate but a complaint on my gallacrafts for theme 11 I'm fucking gay. I got an anon asking why I made the lesbian flag & put the phrase I'm fucking gay & i that should have just done lesbian although I had actually made both but it was on the part 2 bc i had a limit of 10 pictures.

7. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t drawn for yet but want to?

Maybe Spirk or Soul x Maka from Soul Eater

8. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Gallavich most definitely, they hit all my likes in a ship plus they're canon & married to boot! #spoiled 😆

9. Do you draw outside of fandom?

Yeah I started getting back into drawing with makinng flowers for mutual's birthday 🥰 I've also made little mascots of baby animals for my niece's baby shower

10. What’s the an art piece you’ve drawn that came out completely differently than you expected?

Probably the GGE2022 for Macy. I had some other ideas. Also their poses were gonna be different like it was either the back of them looking at snow or tumbled into the snow on top of an ny roof top but still not the best at figure drawing so i just did the best of my abilities 😄

11. Do you draw smut?

Not yet but one day 😏

12. Have you ever had any of your art stolen or copied?

Not that I know of

13. Have you ever collaborated on a piece?

No but I think it could be fun to do 🖼

14. What’s an idea you have that you have yet to draw?

Snow king Mickey & Snowflake fae Ian that was gonna be my 2nd choice for the GGE2022 but i loved making fanart for Macy 🥰

Crop top Ian & Mickey in Ian's ROTC hat

Smoo fae Mickey in Ian's arms from a reference pic i saw here

15. What are your drawing strengths?

Faces, hair, blushing & colouring maybe?

16. What are your drawing weaknesses?

Poses, hands & backgrounds

17. What’s your favourite art piece you’ve drawn?

I would say my good omens au I simply adorethe little details I put into the drawing. I referenced Mickey's outfit in Ian's delete scene dream. Ian's outfit is 7x10 just in darker colours. I loved being able to create Ian's ombre eyes by colour picking Cameron's hazel ones. Ian's hair shading. The heart wings & being able to creat the wing texture on the angel wing. AND their signature shows with the timberland & bright read air forces!!! I had such a fun time drawing this 🥰 Also it was my 100,000 post lol

18. What is one thing you’d like to tell people about your art that they might not know?

My gallavich art is the first time I've been colouring my drawings. When I drew a lot in high school I would just do the line art & was too hesitant to colour them.

19. What inspires or motivates you to create for fandom?

Definitely you guys! Being able to make you guys smile. As well as your creations & the creating events 💕🖌

20. And finally, can you describe your process a little? Do you have a favourite place to draw? Do you play something in the background? Do you do research or just go for it? Give us a little insight.

I do like to crawl up into a hunched ball on the lounge couch or my bed (which should stop bad for posture lol) Then I do enjoy playing YouTube video essays about internet history/horror games I'd never play or movie reactions.

Also, I am more of an artist who researches & and works with many references. I got a whole lotta unclosed tabs of Ian & Mickey, body poses & clothes that i forgot to close lol.

So I’m not a fic writer yet! 😉 But here are the interviews questions if you guys wanna ❤️

Fic Writer Interview

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

7. Do you write crossovers?

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

15. What are your writing strengths?

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I’m tagging these twinkling hearts if they wanna play 🥰 @mrsinistertype @crossmydna @friend-bear @darthvaders-wife @psychicskulldamage @divine-gallavich @very-sleepy-head @deathclassic @celestialmickey @depressedstressedlemonzest @suchagallabitch @bekkachaos @ianandmickeygallavich @milkoviched @grumpymickmilk @gallavichgeek @annatrow @sisitrip @lalazeewrites @imikhailotakeyouian @look-i-love-u @suzy-queued @y0itsbri @mishervellous @filorux @jomilky @auds-and-evens @xninetiestrendx @beebabycastiel @bravemikhailo @arrowflier @shameless-notashamed @adakechi @skies-below @takeyourpillsbitchh @mikcrymilkovich @tsuga-of-mars @ardent-fox @you-show-me-love @wehangout

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Bias tag game

Tagged by @seohotonin (Thank you so much Ezra 🥺🫶)

You're going to pick 10 of your biases (or as many biases as you have and then fill in the rest of the spots with idols you like) and number them 1-10. Then answer the questions below! Try not to look at the questions before you make your list!

I'm tagging @rieloving-mess, @atinystraykid, @onlyoneofyouu, @aureangels and anyone who wants to do it (don't feel pressured and feel free to ignore if you want. I love you 💕)

I.M (Monsta X)

Yeonjun (TxT)

I.N (SKZ)

Mingi (Ateez)

Bic (MCND)

Giuk (Onewe)

Keonhee (Oneus)

Subin (Victon)

Nine (OnlyOneOf)

Hweseung (N.Flying)

The questions are under the cut

1. Between 7 and 5, who did you bias first?

Bic. Mostly because I stanned MCND first 🤣

2. Between 2 and 6, who are you more attached to?

This is rude, I feel offended and I will not ans-Giuk. Yeonjun has been my first bias ever in K-Pop but Giuk is holding a special place into my heart rn because, you know, solo debut, yadda, yadda.

3. If you were to spend the day with either 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do?

I.N and I think we'll just go shopping (he's the only one who will probably make the experience exiting for once 🤣) and taking pictures of our outfits and seeing which ones fits better for us.

4. What is your favorite physical feature about 9?

Kinda hilarious that the number nine over here has Nine as a stage name. Does his smile count? Because it's the main reason why I love him.

5. What is your favorite part of 6's personality?

The sweet and caring one he shows during his lives.

6. If you were to tell 8 anything you wanted, what you would you tell them?

I'll just say to Subin that he shouldn't feel sorry for the choice he made and that I'll support whatever new projects is going to do next. He's been brave

7. Between 1 and 2, whose closet would you raid?

They both wear expensive clothes so idk, it would be a win for me regardless...I'll choose Yeonjun, tho.

8. What is a style that you want to see 3 try?

Look, I have a goldfish memory and I don't remember if he already tried it or not but I want Jeongin with a mullet. A floofy one. I don't care about the colours, he would look gorgeous in any colour.

9. Between 5 and 4, who are you closer to in height?

Giuk, at least according to k-profiles. They're both too much taller compared to me tho

10. Between 10 and 9, whose music do you like the best?

I hate this question so fucking much right now...

N.Flying.

Second K-Band I followed and listened the entire discography and...let's say that there's a certain song that became a little more special for me this year.

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I posted 6,530 times in 2022

That's 2,959 more posts than 2021!

2,222 posts created (34%)

4,308 posts reblogged (66%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@newlyy

@viindiicta

@coolgirlepicblog

@sportsbianism

@taurusmoon420

I tagged 2,516 of my posts in 2022

#prev - 17 posts

#prev tags - 7 posts

#aw - 5 posts

#ty 💕 - 5 posts

#thank you 💜 - 5 posts

#thank you :) - 4 posts

#:) - 4 posts

#period - 4 posts

#idk - 4 posts

#thank you 😌 - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#obviously there’s a difference between transracialism and trans genderism we al know that it’s a huge difference they’re not at all the same

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

There are two steps in the thought process about male and female sport performance. The first is “men and women are physically different.” The second is “physical difference doesn’t suggest male superiority or necessitate female subordination.” Feminism happens in the second thought. It doesn’t happen in the first, in trying to argue men and women are biologically identical. If your arguments for female equality hinge on that, you’re fighting a losing battle. Hope that helps for the genderists who can’t understand why saying that a man shouldn’t compete in women’s sports isn’t the same as saying women are inferior.

1,110 notes - Posted March 20, 2022

#4

Anyway, these brainwashed, lip filler-having, Botox-at-22, pornsick, “bimbo,” misogynistic gen z girls need to develop some feminist consciousness pretty fucking quick, cause I’m not being taken down with them just because they grew up taking for granted the things that past generations of women fought for and feel the need now to rebel against them.

1,207 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

#3

i hating that “aging gracefully” has been co-opted by tiktok plastic surgeons to mean “hiding signs of aging” instead of what it actually means, which is “not digging your teeth and nails into the ground trying to fight the inevitable” 

1,488 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#2

I hate when choice feminists try to do body positivity and plastic surgery positivity at the same time. Like “this feature has been my biggest insecurity since birth, but girls who have this feature, there’s nothing wrong with you and you’re gorgeous! Just for me, it made me want to kill myself 💜” like, queen, you can’t do both.

1,546 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

like you need to stop sleeping with men. every woman needs to stop fucking sleeping with men. its ridiculous

1,892 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

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[kingkatsuki]

Devious | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩ú𝐜𝐚 (𝐈𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭/𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭), 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐚, 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐤𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐏ú𝐜𝐚í 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞-𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥.

Here is my contribution for The Citrus Dome’s Hybrid collab! Please check out the other talented creators here.

Listen, this may or may not be awful because I am definitely not into hybrids but I felt so guilty constantly dropping out of Leah’s collabs I had to try and write something. This is my first time ever writing any kind of creature/hybrid/breeding/whatever this is fic so idk what is going on-

Shout out to @jirou-s and @roggenmuhme for reading through for me! And fangie Baku edit is by @rat-suki​ thank you for letting me use it💕

Summary: Your father has no choice but to give you up to a shapeshifting Pooka.

Warnings: 18+, I have no idea how to tag this?, non-con/dub-con, coercion, predator/prey (kinda), breeding, unprotected sex, shapeshifter/werewolf!bakugou, a/b/o vibes but no knots!

Word Count: 4.3k

You’d been told stories of the Pooka ever since you were a child. They were shapeshifting creatures that could take on any form, many claiming them to be malevolent and if you had the misfortune to run into one to tread lightly. As there was no way of telling whether it would be your last meeting.

It was something you’d never believed, just another fabricated fairytale to try and scare children into compliance. ‘If you’re not good, the pooka will get you’, something that you’d grown out of years ago. Stories that you would pass onto your children, who would pass it onto theirs in tradition. Never something that you would have to worry about or fear now you were of age. The pooka was not a myth or legend you would believe in. That is until you experienced one for the first time.

It was the worst harvest your family had seen for generations, a plague across the crops as you tried to cultivate as much as you could. But it was all in vain. The baskets scattered around the field barely full of wheat as you continued to plough the land. Your father was worried, though he’d never admit it. On his hands and knees as he dug furiously at the ground, his head down as he tried to salvage what little was left of the devastation.

“So much destruction, so much desolation.” You heard a raspy voice speak out, “This would have fed your entire village.”

Your eyes caught sight of an animal you’d never seen before, cloaked in darkness as it stared at you with pointed red eyes, its claws digging into the ground in warning as you felt his gaze bare deep into your soul.

“Get back, beast.” Your father’s men were immediately beside him with pitchforks raised, pointing them towards the creature that now sat at the end of your field, pawing at the dead crops that lay on the dry ground.

“I know you’re not foolish enough to try and better a pooka, old man.” The beast challenged, watching as the men lowered their pitchforks slightly, glancing between each other as they tried to decipher what to do, “Especially not without a full harvest.”

You could hear the taunting tone of his voice as you watched him step closer, the large pads of his paws crunching underneath the dead wheat on the ground, absolutely no fear in his eyes at the threat of violence as he neared the centre of the field where you stood.

“Such a pity-” You could tell from the tone of his voice that he didn’t care your village had lost months of cultivation, “How long did this take to grow? Three? Four months?”

“How do we know this wasn’t you, beast?” You growled, stepping towards the creature as it sat in the barren field, “We had a full harvest here until you came along.”

The creature focused its gaze on you, his eyes watching your bold movements as your father held you back. You felt scared beneath his gaze, this was something that you’d only heard about in stories, old tales retold generation after generation. You were certain it wasn’t real, but here he was. A darkened shapeshifter standing in front of you, cloaked by a darkened veil. The stories you’d been told as a child were now true before your very eyes. He’d taken on the form of a wolf-like creature, a long snout between glowering red eyes as he shook his mangy coat.

“Forgive her, she doesn’t- she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” Your father tried to push you behind him, to quieten you like he always did.

“You don’t know me, girl. But I know you-” The creature ignored your father, closing the distance between you, “Many years ago this was my land, it was more than capable of harvesting years of crops. In the right hands-”

His eyes flashed towards your father with a slight upturn of his lips that didn’t go unnoticed by you, “Until it was taken from me, taken from us-”

You watched as his tail swished against the muddy ground, a flurry of produce appearing beneath him. Your eyes widening in surprise at how easily he was able to conjure up these crops as your father’s men rushed to harvest them, the Pooka’s tail dancing back against the same spot as the food soon turned back to dirt.

“I could make it come back,” The creature smiled devilishly, red eyes catching your gaze as you watched his lips curl into a smirk, “If you would do something for me.”

“Name it. We’ll do anything.” Your father obliged compliantly, his hands clasped together in desperation as he waited for the creature's demands.

You felt his gaze fall upon you, nodding his snout towards your frame, “Her.”

“What?” You shot back in confusion, what did he want with you? What did you have to offer?

“We have livestock,” Your father bartered.

“I’ve seen your livestock.” The pooka taunted, “Hardly enough to feed your village, nevermind satiate my need.” His tongue slipped out to lash against his lips hungrily, watching your form as you stood behind your father.

“It’s that easy.” The pooka stretched, sitting back on its hind legs as it waited for a response, “Her or nothing.”

You hadn’t expected your father to agree to the terms, thinking he would have found another way, but instead, you were being taken deep into the woods by your new captor. This had to be a dream, your eyes taking in the sight of the wolf-like creature who was prowling ahead of you. Crossing your arms as you pinched the soft skin, trying to convince yourself that this wasn’t happening. You could try to run, the forest dense with trees and foliage. You definitely would be unable to outrun him, but maybe you’d be able to hide long enough to make your escape.

“Don’t even think about running,” The beast spoke in front of you, “I could destroy your entire village in one night if you do.”

It was futile.

“How does it feel knowing your father gave you up so easily?” The Pooka smirked, turning back to face you as he walked on four paws.

“You didn’t give him a choice,” You murmured, trying to rub away the tear stains against your cheeks.

“Well, there’s always a choice, Princess.”

“It was either me or my entire village, that’s no choice. If you hadn’t destroyed our harvest-”

“Are you blaming me, girl?” The creature cut you off with a snarl, backing you into a corner as you felt your back hit the hardwood of an oak tree. Wide eyes watching as he increased his form, towering over you as vermilion eyes bored into your own, his body shapeshifting into human form, “Your fathers own greed put you here, nothing else.”

“So it wasn’t you that killed our crops?” You chanced, your heart beating harshly against your ribcage as you maintained eye contact, not wanting to show fear, “You’re not the reason he had to do this?”

“Now why would you think something like that?” Your eyes focused on the creature as its form began to change again, the golden fur that covered his body now shifted to pale skin. His face changing from a pointed snout to a chiselled face, stubble scattered along his jawline as he wrapped a human hand around your neck. You were shocked at how attractive he was in this form, almost like he had been able to decipher your greatest fantasies and manifest them into this trickery. Even through the transformation, you couldn’t ignore something that had definitely stayed the same. Those piercing red eyes that seemed to bore into your soul.

“Like what you see?” His voice held an air of arrogance as you tried to avoid looking down at his thick cock, curving towards his abdomen as the tip glistened with pre, “Tell me,”

“What do you want with me?” You trembled beneath his gaze, already vulnerable being alone with such a beast.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He gave a rut of his hips against you, his cock brushing your hip as your face flushed, “You.”

“What if I-” The pooka quickly cut you off.

“You belong to me, that was the deal.” His paws stomped in the grass beneath you, his body pressed flush against yours as he pinned you to the tree. His warm breath fanning against your face as he bared his teeth, pointed fangs curving downwards fiercely.

“A deal I didn’t agree to.” You swallowed thickly, feeling his hand tighten around your windpipe, a strangled gasp leaving your lips, “Pooka, please-”

“Call me Bakugou.” He gave another pronounced roll of his hips, his pre-cum smearing against the skirt of your dress uncomfortably, staining the fabric as your back scratched roughly against the rough bark of the tree. “And it doesn’t matter what you want, Princess. You’re mine now.”

Before you had a chance to object he silenced you in a desperate kiss, his tongue lashing against your closed lips as he tried to grant himself access. His fingers clenching harder around your neck as you struggled to breathe, your mouth gasping for air as he delved inside. Your chest tightening as he stroked his tongue against your own, deepening the kiss. His human hands all over you, unabashedly groping your thighs. His teeth clashed against your own unceremoniously as low, feral grunts came from deep in his chest.

This felt wrong, but you were trapped. There was no way you’d be able to escape now, and what would happen if you did? With no crops, your entire village would surely starve. It was the only way. You were pulled out of your thoughts when Bakugou grasped one of your breasts, palming the soft mound as you moaned against his lips. Arching your back from the tree as you meld into his touch, crying out in surprise as he ripped the fabric of your dress with his sharp nails.

You couldn’t avoid the pleasure ebbing away inside you, taking over your senses and clouding your coherent thoughts. The only thing on your mind now was the innate pleasure that Bakugou was providing you, keening as you leaned into his touch. Watching as he buried his nose against your neck, inhaling your scent as he rutted his hips against your own.

“I can smell how much you want me, Princess.” Bakugou bit down on your throat, pulling a startled cry from your lips as he swiftly began to lap at the wound he’d given you, “How needy you are for me, why deny it?”

His voice rumbled against your skin, your cunt throbbing between your thighs in desperation. You wanted him to touch you, to help quench this desire that flowed through your veins. It was a feeling you couldn’t decipher, no words enough to describe the insatiable thirst you felt. Your body betrayed your rational senses as Bakugou’s hands stroked along your sides, calloused pads of his fingers digging into your skin, scratching against the surface almost uncomfortably as you arched your back into his touch.

“Please-” You gasped when he wrapped his lips around one of your taut nipples, lashing his tongue against the nub as you felt his teeth graze the surface, tweaking the other between his thumb and forefinger as he continued to rut his hips against you, “More-”

“Please, more?” Bakugou replied smugly, mimicking your needy voice as he blew cool air against the saliva coating your nipple, “That’s not what you were saying a moment ago, little one.”

“I- I- just-” You stuttered, feeling him move to give your other breast the same attention, his lips wrapping around the hardened peak as you shuddered.

“I- I- I-” Bakugou sneered mockingly, “You’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you? What a pathetic slut.”

Bakugou moved his hands to tug the destroyed fabric off your body, leaving the torn material of your dress on the forest floor. No longer able to keep your modesty as his fingers delved between your thighs, pulling more gentle whimpers from your lips.

“You’re glad your father gave you to me,” He continued, watching the way you tried to angle your hips so he touched your clit, “I didn’t even need to ask him, you would have come with me by choice.”

“No,” You denied, “It’s not true. I wouldn’t have-”

“Yeah fuckin’ right.” He smirked as he pressed his fingers against your panties, feeling how soaked the fabric was against his touch, “You’re drenched.”

You whimpered at his words, feeling a tightness whirring inside you as you involuntarily ground yourself against his touch. Bakugou pressed his thumb against your clit through the fabric as he watched in glee as you began to pleasure yourself against his touch, hungrily searching for your own release.

“Look at how selfish you humans are,” He stopped his motions against your clit and watched with glee as you tried feebly to grind yourself against it, “It’s always about what you want, what you need, that inherent greed you all seem to possess.”

Your lower lip trembled as you fought back tears, disgusted with your body for betraying you in such a way, watching as Bakugou’s nose scrunched as he sniffed the air. Clearly smelling your desire for him at this moment, you wished you could stop yourself from succumbing to his touch.

“What about me, girl?” His hand curled into your hair, tugging it harshly as you felt your scalp throb from his touch. Unforgivingly forcing you to the ground beneath him as your knees rubbed against the muddy grass, maintaining his hold on your hair as he kept you facing his thick cock. His free hand wrapped around his girth as he stroked the tip along your pursed lips, smearing his pre against them as he began to tap the underside against your chin.

“You better show me how grateful you are that I helped your family, they’re alive because of me.”

Pearly tears clung to your lashes as you gazed up at the beast, your chest heaving as you pursed your lips together in defiance. Two of his fingers grasping your nose as he cut off your air supply, a low rumble in his throat as he growled at your actions.

“I see you still need to be taught your place,” Bakugou snarled, focused on the way your eyes rolled back “You’ve been much harder to break than the rest.”

Your body soon betraying you as your lips parted with the ardent need to breathe, gulping in large wisps of oxygen as you tried to settle the lightheaded sensation, Bakugou’s hand grasping your hair to keep your body upright as his hips surged forward. Forcing the thick tip of his cock between your lips, instantly pushing it to the back of your throat without giving you a moment to adjust. The sensation making your throat convulse, gagging around his girth as your teeth scraped against the underside of his cock. A low hiss leaving his lips as he held you tight against him. Watching as tears continued to clump in your lashes and trickle down your cheeks as he held you steady. Saliva gathered in your mouth as it helped lubricate his cock, drool spilling down your chin as Bakugou started a slow, steady pace inside you.

“Humans are so fuckin’ pathetic,” His hands curled into your hair, sharp fingernails digging at your scalp as he held your head tight, beginning to push his cock inside your mouth with each roll of his hips, the tip hitting the back of your throat with each forward thrust as you gagged around him.

Tears spilling down your cheeks as you glanced up at him through wet lashes, his messy fur brushing against your skin with each pronounced movement. You tried to think of something, anything to distract you from the momentum. To try and stop yourself from clamping down on his cock as you struggled to breathe. The crude moans and snarls leaving his lips only had your heart pounding harder in your chest as you wondered what was next.

Maybe this was all he wanted and he would allow you to return to your family, to see the full summer's harvest that should be waiting for you. Maybe this was all a dream, something you’d wake up from in a few hours and learn it was just a trick of the mind. But the painful throb at the back of your head told you otherwise, the sharp scratch of his nails against your skin as he used your mouth for his own gain told you that this was real.

“You didn’t think that was it, did you?”

Your legs ached from being against the cool, muddy forest floor as you stood, Bakugou quick to press your chest against the trunk of the tree as he stepped behind you. His body flush against your own as you felt his hard cock pressed snugly between the swell of your ass.

“I am nowhere near done with you,” He snarled against your ear as he slipped his thick cock between your thighs, rolling his hips as the length brushed through your folds.

“I’ve been looking for someone like you,” He murmured, teeth nipping your earlobe as he eased his hips back, the head of his cock catching on your entrance, “Someone to carry the bloodline.”

“W-what?” The realisation dawned on you of what he actually wanted, “Please, no. I can’t-”

“You can, and you will.” He snarled, without warning the swollen head of his cock slowly stretching out your tight hole, feeling your inner walls spasm around the intrusion as you tried to stop it from happening.

“No, no, no. I can’t-” You cried, trying to move your body away from him, but you were trapped.

“You were just begging me for more and now you’re asking me to stop? Liar.” He snarled, spit flying from his jaw as it landed against your exposed back and neck.

“I wasn’t, I didn’t mean it-” You wailed incoherently, unsure of what you could say to make him stop. He’d already made it abundantly clear he saw you as no more than a possession, a commodity that he could do with as he pleased. Your eyes still wandering around the woods erratically, hoping for some kind of sign of escape or rescue.

“You’re mine now, you do whatever I say.” Bakugou pressed his hips further, feeling you continue to clench around him as he buried more of his length inside your inner walls, “Every part of you belongs to me.”

“Please,” You sobbed, “Please just let me go home-”

“If you do as I say I’ll return you to your family,” Bakugou’s movements paused, his hand stroking along your spine almost soothingly as he waited for your response.

“P-promise,” You cried, your lower lip trembling as you allowed yourself to relax, to believe him.

“Promise.” Bakugou repeated. From your position you were unable to see the sly smirk on his lips as he finally surged forward, burying his cock inside you to the hilt. The movement causes your cheek to press against the cool bark as you felt it scratch your skin.

“Fuck,” He snarled, cherishing the feeling of your inner walls clenching around him, “You were worth the wait.”

“You don’t think it’s a coincidence that of all the villages I picked yours?” He smirked as he began to slowly roll his hips against yours, “I’ve been watching you.”

“Y-you, what?” Your head was swimming with emotions as you tried to decipher what he meant, he’d been watching you? “So it was you that destroyed our harvest.”

“But I gave it back, didn’t I?” He smirked, grunting as your cunt continued to squeeze around his cock, “Fuckin’ tight-”

You whimpered as he increased his pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the desolate forest as you were pushed against the hardwood of the oak tree, your breasts scraping against the bark with each rut of his hips, irritating your puffy nipples.

“I could have easily stolen you away,” His hands tightened their grip on your hips, sharp nails leaving crescent-shaped moons in their wake, “But this? This was far more fun. Your father has probably forgotten about you already. He gave you up so easily, after all.”

You tried not to think about your father at this moment, was he thinking about you? Was he looking for you? Did he even care? The pooka was right, he did give you up so easily.

“Shit,” He snarled from behind you, the ridges of his cock catching against your silky walls as he dragged his cock in and out of your slick heat. Greedily chasing his own release as you continued to flutter around him.

You squealed when you felt his palm come down hard against your ass, your skin prickling as you tried to move away from his touch. Your body caged between his and the tree trunk. Bakugou repeated the motion, eager to pull more of those sounds from your lips as he watched the swell of your ass ripple with the motion of his smack, making your velvety heat clench around him.

“You’re going to look so perfect carrying my pups,” Bakugou snarled, sharp fangs biting down onto the apex of your neck to draw blood, the metallic taste seemingly heightening his senses as his pace increased. His harsh ruts bruising the round mounds of your ass painfully as he chased his own release, “So full and round.”

“No, please. I don’t want to- I can’t-” Your words were slurred as your head continued to knock against the tree trunk, a dull thud echoing around the woods.

“Your body says differently, Princess.” Bakugou smirked as he pressed a hand down on your abdomen, feeling the way his cock stretched you out. Imagining how you would look carrying his litter, the thought making him growl possessively behind you.

You felt the coil inside you impossibly close to breaking, your inner walls squeezing his cock as you felt your own climax wash over you. Bakugou’s hand pressed against your abdomen helping to ease you into your orgasm as your toes curled. Your fingertips scraped against the bark of the tree as you began to shake in the tremors of your bliss. Your legs almost giving way as Bakugou pressed his body harder against yours, trapping you between the hard surface of the tree and his back as he continued to use you for his own need.

“That’s it, you filthy girl. You wanted me to breed you, didn’t you?” He snarled as he felt your cunt continue to milk his cock in the ripples of your orgasm, “You want me to fill you up with my cum. Have you carry my child-”

“No, please-” You trembled, trying to turn your head to face him, “I can’t.”

“We should show your father how desperate you were to be filled with my pups.” Bakugou smirked as he pressed a palm down against your back, pressing your chest against the wood as it rubbed your skin raw, greedily rutting his hips into your tight heat.

The scent of sex mixed with the damp mildew of nature, the smell mixing with your senses as delirium began to take over, feeling lightheaded as Bakugou continued his harsh pace behind you. Your mind trying to focus on anything but the pain your body felt, the intense stretch he was creating as he continued brutalising your body. Bakugou’s hand reached up to tug at your hair, craning your neck to a difficult angle so he could see the expression on your face. The way your lips contorted as he fucked into your tight cunt, his vermilion eyes in slits as he chased his own release.

Bakugou’s hips moving feverishly, his fanged teeth biting down on your skin to leave fresh marks as he claimed you as his own, your cunt milking his cock as he teetered on the edge of his climax.

“You’re mine.” He growled possessively, fangs biting down onto your shoulder as he bottomed out, his cock throbbing as his climax followed swiftly after your own.

Thick, white spurts of his release coating your inner walls as he stayed buried inside you. His cock slowly decreased in size as he came down from his high, his tongue moving to lash against the wounds that he had left against your skin, the marks marring the pretty flesh as he panted behind you. Keeping himself buried deep inside your velvety walls to keep you full of his cum, giving a few sloppy ruts as he regained his breath.

When he pulled out of your abused body you could no longer hold yourself up, trying to splay your palms against the trunk of the tree before your legs gave way, sliding onto the muddy floor as you shivered, your clothes a pile of fabric beside you that were now soiled with dirt.

“You’ll let me go now, right?” You whimpered, wrapping your arms around your legs as you curled into yourself. Feeling his release seeping from your convulsing walls as the moisture slick against your thighs, “That’s what you said-”

“I’m sorry, Princess.” Bakugou’s hand stroked the top of your head, bending down on his haunches beside you, “Didn’t they tell you never trust a Pooka?”

[nappingwithyuuji]

i ain’t got no time if you ain’t beside me.

CORPSE HUSBAND X FEM!READER

Chapter two of ???

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Summary: You are a faceless youtuber who does Sims4 and ranty vlogs, but somehow you end up playing a game with your friend Rae and then things get 💕💕💕.

Warnings: so far none!

As soon as you turned off your camera you instantly brought your knees up to your chest and hugged your legs tightly, trying to breath and process this last round. When you encountered Corpse kill your friend you couldn't help the shriek that left your mouth, even though as soon as it came out, you covered your mouth with your hand, biting at your palm.

Corpse didn’t even tell you to do anything, you just knew you had to keep quiet and almost instantly you two had made a silent pact. You followed him around as he successfully killed the rest of the players and you even made a few congratulatory comments like “good job!” or “omg savage!”  when he did. Meanwhile you could see your chat going crazy asking you when you had switched teams or basically poking fun at you for running around like Corpse’s puppy.

Not to mention that after you were voted out everyone in your chat started freaking out about what Corpse proceeded to do. To avenge you. As you watched him win the game while also mumbling about you, you felt your jaw slack open but you pushed through, deciding to chat about random things with your followers. You weren’t surprised when you saw that Corpse and Toast won as impostors, you even let a soft “yay” escape your mouth and then laughed incredulously about it with your chat.

Afterward you mention to the guys that this had been your last round which made them all start to boo and joke around.

“Booo Y/n! It's only 11pm!” Rae whined through your headphones. Everyone else agreed but you sighed and tried to explain yourself.

“I know! But I'm not made for gaming like you guys! I usually fall asleep by 11:30pm so I would already be in bed by now!! I'm the grandma friend!” You let out a yawn by the end of your sentence and you saw your chat start spamming you with a few of “awwww y/n is such a cutie” and “she is such a grandma.” You chuckled a bit at that but then you heard something that made your breath cut out.

“Aww, such a baby y/n.”

All in all, it was pretty fun and it was a hell of a first time playing this game. Everyone hanged out a bit and congratulated you for your first game. Rae even started to joke about how you had become a Corpse simp but that's when you decided to proceed to call it a night. Probably the best choice given your present state. You love your friend but, too soon, man, too soon. Twitter didn’t seem to agree with you on that.

Author’s note: Hi! thanks for all the love on the chapter! It really means a huge lot to me! This part might be a bit short but I feel like I gave you what you were craving for ;) Also, cute title, eh? White Tee is my favorite song from Corpse. I don't want to set myself a rigid schedule (let’s strive for weekly updates tho) for this so this is where the tag list becomes useful!  Remember that reblogs are extremely useful to me and even more so if you tag the reblogs under the same tags I use. Thx byee

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Tag list: @sophiasrant, @rexit-mo, @sometimesicanwright, @socially-blue, @scorpios-echos, @gaysludge, @fairysums, @4444444-z, @bakugonua, @mishisamess, @lukewearingbeanies, @butterfly-skinnylegend​

(gonna use the tag “if you aint beside me” as this fic’s tag so maybe follow it too idk)

[missvanjiebitchh]

bestieeeee!!! hi love :) how about 6, 11, and 12? and idk throw in a number of your choice i just like to hear from you (do them all if you want i’d read the hell out of that) <3<3

6. say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

Ugh you always choose these lol

Physical: I have nice eyes, pretty hair, and I like my tattoos

Non-physical: I’m loyal, reliable and I’m FUNNY

11. what’s your ideal date?

Ideal date…ummm….definitely good food. But I don’t want to say dinner and a movie lol maybe a nice lunch and a walk through the zoo. Haha

12. how are you?

How am I…today I am not feeling very much like myself. The weather sucks and I wish I would’ve skipped work. But I didn’t.

Overall, feeling optimistic that tomorrow will be better.

Since you said to pick one of my choice I’ll chose the one that says tag people who make me feel good.

@thecollectionsof you of course

@snowflakenali

@inthehytes

@rosenallies

💕💕

[coffeeandinsanityy]

4 , 6 , 8 , 11 , 13 , 19 and 25

4) what flower would you like to be given? You can give me any flower, I would still keep it safe..but if u still wanna know, then idk the names but I love all the tiny and white/purple colour flowers🌸 6) say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical) (u are taking revenge now) i dont even know myself tbh, but no other choice now Physical: a) I am tall, like 5'9 is a fine height b) I have quite a fair tone, which is a plus point c) I LOVE my hair Non physical: a) That i'm the always intrigued and curious type of person, I'm glad. b) That i'm a bit understanding and i can read the underlying habits or mssges of people c) That I'm a bit empathetic 8) tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good you obviously @moonpiiieee 💕, some people I dont talk to much but regardless their posts or our small chats make me feel better @sophisticatedsinnersworld @dimaag-kharaab @three-am-th @rang-rezaaaa( ur posts bro✨❣) 11) what’s your ideal date? Tbh I've never really thought about this, I guess i'll know sooner or later..but as of now, any date where we both are happy and full of love(less on insecurities) in the end, is the most important aspect of an ideal date, at least for me. 13) what’s your comfort food? I really dont know..as long as it's tasty, everything is my comfort food lol😂 19) most important thing in your life? "thing" so that excludes any human beings, okay now its a bit easier. The most important thing would be, money or like success, being disciplined in a way. 25) what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.) Umm..maybe a love letter? flowers? pictures of us together? A rough portrait of me or us(if we are close) not royal expensive gifts, just the small "i'm here for u, think of me when u see this" kinda gifts✨ YOU ARE STUPID!! (itte ques kon puchta hai)