#It did keep switching to French and back a few times but not for too long

[rosey-blog06]

How we feeling peeps?

Lemme tell you, I'm feeling much "tixbzufbxhdndhnufhfydbdh" after watching it

[ssahotchnerr]

GIRL 👏🏻 DAD 👏🏻 AARON 👏🏻 learning how to do his wife’s hair so he can do baby girls hair when she’s grown

uncharted territory

YOU'RE 👏🏻 SO 👏🏻 RIGHT 👏🏻 cw; girl dad!aaron, fem!reader, some small suggestiveness, fluff <3

"can i braid your hair?"

you looked at aaron as your book dropped onto your lap, both a bit bewildered and astonished, "can you what?"

"braid your hair." the expression adorned on his face was almost troubled as he approached you, and rather shyly at that, actually.

"that's what i thought you said." your eyebrow quirked, displaying a caring and soft confusion. "why?"

"jus' something penelope said today, it made me realize that i don't know how to do hair. never had the need to learn with jack." the grumpiness on his face didn't falter, a small huff escaping him. "i know she doesn't have much of it now, but i don't want to be one of those dads who attempt to do their daughter's hair, it's a phenomenal disaster, and it looked better off before i even touched it. i refuse to send her off somewhere someday looking like she went through a windstorm."

"aaron, honey, i don't think you're capable of anything too disastrous." you teased gently, but with full reassurance.

he almost smiled, the ends of his lips tugging upwards, but evidently he wasn't fully convinced. "so can i? i need the practice, desperately."

"of course," you nodded, scooting towards the center of the bed and sitting cross-legged, aaron seated behind you.

once situated, he took your hair gingerly into his hands, "how do i..."

"you're going to want to separate it into three sections," you started, pausing to let him do so. "kinda gather it like a ponytail to get started."

"okay, that i've done before."

"yeah, you're good at that." you rolled your eyes, a faint blush tinting your cheeks and you could easily picture the smirk that was definitely plastered on aaron's face. "you good?"

"i think so."

"take the right side, and cross it over the middle section." you instructed, again giving him a small window of time to weave your hair gently. "then do the same on the left, the right section should have switched places with the middle."

"mhm." aaron hummed gently in confirmation, biting down softly onto his lip in concentration, crossing the left section over the now center.

"and just repeat down, alternating as you just did."

"that's it?"

"that's literally it."

aaron repeated the cycle, braiding with ease. "and i'm not hurting you? am i pulling-"

"no no no, you're completely fine." you reached a bit behind, your hand finding his knee and giving it a comforting squeeze. "keep going."

although it was a simple braid, his fingers nearly got tangled a few times, due to the size of said fingers and the limited, slightly tight space that came along with braiding. he also tugged your head back and forth a small amount, but you followed the direction of his gentle pulls. as he worked silently, your heart could only swell at his genuine concern and want to learn - just for your little girl.

once he reached the end of your braid, you tore off the hair tie that was conveniently around your wrist. "secure with this."

aaron was quick learner in nature; he watched you intently as you pulled your braid over your shoulder to inspect it quickly. it was a bit loose, a tad crooked, but the gist of it was there - almost perfect.

you peered behind at him, thoroughly impressed. "not bad."

"really?" aaron asked surprisingly, but with an utterly pleased expression.

"but don't get too cocky," you narrowed your eyebrows playfully, swiveling to face him. "this is the easy one to master. there's french braids, dutch, fishtail. one day she'll want one braid, maybe two the next. trust me, it's bound to get way more complicated than this."

the proud gleam in his eyes faded a bit as his face blanched, pulling into a pained expression, deadpanning. "you're kidding."

"but don't worry, we have plenty of time."

[ninyard]

Heyy! You said someone should ask you about Kevin under this post about Kevin's struggles from the nest of which we don't know enough... So I'm asking you about Kevin! Please tell us your Kevin thoughts! You always make very good points and I like reading your thoughts!!

cody my friend I am so glad you asked but you might regret it. i hope you're prepared from an unorganised huge convoluted MESS of a ramble

i've been thinking for a few days about this one like... what would a kevin POV look like? what is he hiding? how does he cope? WHO IS HE?

the kevin we ""know"" is a "coward", an insufferable bitch, an asshole and a hardass. other people's opinions and view of him makes up the entirety of our impression of who he is. but that's not who he is. that's just who we're supposed to believe he is.

kevin, born and bred to have this... borderline psychopathic lack of empathy, who can look his teammates in the eye after being told seth is dead or andrew is being committed and say, "what about the game?"

but when the raven's are switching districts; his sense of danger and fear is paralysing. he's three steps ahead trying to figure out how to please riko, how to keep himself safe, willing to put himself back into the centre of his abuse just to stop riko from finding him and killing him. he has to get blackout drunk to deal with any amount of riko. he's frozen with fear by being in the same room as him.

kevin knows where jean's mind and body goes to when hes panicking, knowing his worst place is right back in the nest being drowned by riko. kevin telling neil "do you know what he'll do to you?" and "he'll break you" when neil asks for his ticket. kevin's text to him before he goes into the nest, and staring at neil like he'd seen a ghost when neil returns after the nest (when he looks like the butcher). his comforting "i know what he's like" or "i know how he sees you, i know it means he did not hold back,".

kevin nervous breakdown panic attack day vs kevin smile for the cameras one track exy mind day

im so intrigued by him. how does he cope? his mother is dead, probably killed by the mafia family he was raised by. he grew up into a cult, he was only a child watching neil's father cut a man into pieces in front of him. how many other's had he seen?

how many other injuries cover his body, in places where the cameras can't see? how many rapes and assaults was he forced to watch in the nest? how many beatings was he forced to participate in? what did he have to say to jean in french that he didn't want riko to hear?

he needs someone with him all the time because of the nest. he's a "health freak" because of the nest. his sleep schedule, his anger, his anxiety.

did he say "what about the season?" re: andrew after drake because he doesn't care, or did he think "i've seen this happen too many times. and they've always kept playing,"? did he think "andrew is the strongest person i know. andrew is stronger than me. he would never let this destroy him," knowing that it has?

nobody has protected him in his life apart from the cameras and andrew.

he's scared. he doesn't know what love is supposed to look like.

he's only been a human for a year.

his scars are healing for the first time in his life and they're not being replaced by new ones, but every day he's afraid that that's going to get ripped out from underneath him. his entire life already got flipped upside down when he left the nest. of course exy is the only thing he "cares" about.

because it's the only thing that's been certain in his life, and even for those few weeks or months where he thought he would never play again, he trained and trained, and learned how to use his non-dominant hand because he can't lose this. he can't lose exy like he's lost everything else.

kevin has never had anything stable in his life except for violence and exy. now he has people he's supposed to care about, and he has to change his priorities. he has to learn how live a life that isn't fueled by self-preservation for the first time ever.

jean was only in the nest for five years; and look at him. look at what the nest has done to his social skills, his view of himself, his self esteem. look at what it's done to him, how he expects violence and contrition, coach and always waiting and waiting and waiting for the punishment to come.

kevin might not have had the same level of physical abuse that jean had, but he was there far longer. the ravens existed before him; their mindset and their abuse and their violence and their poison.

he's been drinking the raven poison since his childhood. the only difference between him and jean other than those things above is that kevin had more pressure to hide it, because he was half of the face of the ravens, half of the face of Exy; media trained or PR trained or a master at being a fraud and faking the way he speaks when he's being recorded.

kevin knows how to hide his abuse because he has always had to, and he's had quite a lot of practice at it.

kevin has only been a human for a year. kevin has only been kevin for a year.

so who is he? does he even know?

or is he just Kevin Day, Raven Fox starting striker, number two, six foot two, left handed right handed left handed, heavy racquet, stick size five? is that all he will ever see himself as?

anyways. or something like that. maybe he is just an insufferable bitch for no reason at all. who knows!

[flyingwargle]

there are two ends of the table, and adriah is caught in between both.

one end is where he usually frequents, with his english-speaking teammates. they share a common tongue, an understanding of how it feels to live overseas and play for a foreign league. but when they start talking about their spouses and kids, that's when the commonalities stop, because at 28, adriah has only had one relationship that ended because his partner didn’t want to go long-distant.

so, he turns to the other end, where the younger, rowdier players congregate, except there's one problem: they speak japanese, and his own comprehension is similar to watching anime without subs - enough to understand the context, but not enough to respond intelligently.

and then there's inunaki, who sits across from him, alternating between gushing about his fiancée with meian and barnes, and egging hinata and bokuto to drink more. oh, to be bilingual enough to have such finesse over language. if adriah knew he'd play in japan, he would've studied japanese instead of french.

he looks at his phone, then at his glass, beer foam left along the rim. bar nights with the team can either be the most fun all week or the most isolating thing in the world. tonight, it’s the latter.

he stands. inunaki watches him. “bathroom?”

“just need some air.”

“okay.” laughter catches the libero’s attention, and he switches to japanese when he addresses miya. it’s frightening how he can easily code switch. adriah stuffs his hands in his pockets and slinks out of the izakaya.

the sky is dark, stars dimmed. he finds a bench not too far away and sits, phone out. it’s around 4 am back home. all the messages that he last sent to his friends and family were from him. he probably won’t hear back from them until the next morning. his sigh is long, throwing his head back to stare at the clouds.

when he’d gotten word that the black jackals accepted him, his family was overjoyed. they’d known how hard he’d trained to break into overseas teams, and to get accepted into a division 1 team after the first tryout is impressive. management helped him secure an apartment, prepared his papers, welcomed him to osaka. for the first few months, he got by using japanese that he picked up here and there, relied on the team’s bilingual staff, got close to the other players that spoke english. for the others, they managed to find some middle ground using gestures and simple words from both languages. it was fine.

and it still mostly is. some days, it’s easy. some days, it’s hard.

the izakaya door slides open and sounds of drunken salarymen and rowdy customers drift outside. he hears another voice that shouts over them. “adriah!”

he straightens as his newest teammate bounces over. he was immediately jealous of hinata when he first joined, already familiar with bokuto, miya, and sakusa, and he was fluent enough to converse everyone else, even mistakenly speaking in portuguese from time to time. he’s a whirlwind with an unpredictable path.

“hey.” adriah gives him a small smile. “did you need some air, too?”

hinata nods. “can i sit with you?” his accent is heavy, though not as bad as bokuto, who apparently struggles enough with japanese. miya usually acts as his translator, although his kansai accent makes it difficult to understand him at times.

adriah nods, and his teammate sits. for a while, they just stare into the darkness, listen to the train rattle in the distance, watch the lights wink in and out of existence. hinata speaks. “i know how it feels to be left out.”

he stares at him. hinata keeps his eyes forward, arms leaned on his knees. “i didn’t know any portuguese when i went to brazil. i wasn’t good at english either, and i didn’t speak japanese often. some days, it got so confusing that i’d speak japanese instead of english, or portuguese instead of japanese.” his chuckle is soft. “but i was still able to talk with the others, even if i didn’t understand everything.”

hinata straightens, catches his eye, gives him a smile. “if you want to join the conversation, just jump in. the others won’t mind. none of us are very good at english, so we speak japanese, but don’t let it stop you.”

“i think you’re doing fine,” adriah blurts out. “your accent, i mean. it’s good.”

“your japanese is good, too! we can help you learn.” hinata jumps to his feet. “wanna head back in?”

adriah blinks at him. even in the night, he’s still as radiant as the sun. “okay.”

back inside the izakaya they go. many of their teammates’ glasses are refilled, including adriah’s. they sit down, and hinata turns to the others, speaking in english. “bokuto-san! tell us the story again. adriah wants to hear.”

“huh?” the owl-haired wing spiker looks at adriah, surprise in his golden eyes. hinata gives him an encouraging nod. “okay! tsum-tsum, you help translate!”

“ugh, bokkun, what happened to yer daily practice?” miya grumbles, his kansai accent sharpening his vowels.

sakusa rolls his eyes, glancing at adriah. “it’s not an interesting story. just some dumb thing he mistakenly saw on his run.” out of everyone, he knows the most english. apparently, it’s because he spends a lot of time online reading about overseas cleaning products to import.

“i’d like to hear it, anyway,” adriah says, smiling.

and so, bokuto tells the story again, speaking in english, backtracking in japanese, correcting himself when he’s provided a proper translation. adriah helps fill in the blanks, offers alternate vocabulary options, repeats some of the japanese words for himself. it’s a process, but he stitches together the narrative in both languages, and by the end of it, he’s laughing with hinata, while bokuto yells that it isn’t funny.

adriah might not have the finesse to move seamlessly from one end to the next, but he’s confident that no matter which side he ends up at, he’ll be accepted with open arms.

[ncityavenue]

| Ménage à trois | L.MK & L.HC

》in which you and mark find out that haechan has been getting off on you two having a sex

Warnings: Softdom!Mark, Switch!Haechan, creampie, a little anal, mxm (Haechan momentarily touches Mark's dick), Switch!reader, pervy!haechan, boob play, Masturbation, Squirting, just straight up filth.

A/N: I....I have no words.

Ménage à trois :

threesome in french

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NOON

It was 12:00pm, apparently the designated time you and mark fucked. You guys never noticed that though, but Haechan did.

He knew the look on your faces before and after you guys had sex, he knew his best friend Mark couldn't keep his hands to himself and his dick in his pants for too long when you guys have movie nights and both of your bodies are hid under the covers.

He knew the neediness in your voice when you spoke to mark, which he found cute and goddamn his friend for being so lucky to experience it often.

A few months ago was the first time Haechan masturbated to the sound of you and mark fucking, he was glad because he already premeditated to play himself but he couldn't find any good porn to jack off to. The cute couple you are decided to go on a date for your anniversary, leaving haechan alone in the house. The young boy knew what that meant when you came home.

He thought he would be traumatized and disgusted by his two bestfriends fucking but no he was turned on, he hated himself a little for it but he couldn't help it. His cock was twitching from the occasional skin slapping and the continuous moaning.

He loved your moans, they sounded so sexy and slutty. Especially when you were close, they got higher and even more slutty. Couldn't describe it but Haechan knew he liked it.

Today, you guys were rather more quiet than usual. Maybe Mark or yourself did some rational thinking and started being more quiet since there were other parties in the house. But, no can do for haechan. He wanted to Masturbate and it's been every since that first night that he actually watched porn to get him off. It was very occasional now.

So he tipped toed his way towards you guy's bedroom, with his phone in hand. He thought about recording again so he has more material to work with, he crept around the corner and surprisingly the door was creaked opened.

Maybe they think I'm sleep

Haechan thought, he didn't dwell on it too much since now he sees you displayed out on your bed with your legs opened showing your glistening pussy. Your boobs spilled out of your Grey crop top while mark was fully clothed eating you out hungrily.

He felt weird thinking about his friend Mark looking kind of pretty eating out his girlfriend, Mark's cheeks were a little flushed with your essence covering his lips and chin.

"Oh shit" you moaned pulled your head back tucking your lips into your mouth, Mark sucked on your clit as his long fingers were deep inside of you.

Haechan pressed record on his camera, he was self aware that he could be a loud when moaning so he stuffed some of his shirt in his mouth. He pulled his hard cock out of his loose shorts, he spreads the pre cum over the head of his cock going at a steady speed.

You dragged your hands through Mark's black hair, his hands kept your legs from moving so much. Mark's tongue explored your hole, slurping your juices and sucking your pussy gracefully.

Mark removed his mouth from your oozing cunt with pop sound, " you like when my tongue fucks your pretty little cunt hm? " Mark spoke before going back in this time he mainly focused on your clitoris dancing his tongue up and around the swollen nub.

Haechan fucked into his fist quicker noting he was still taking a video, his tried to steady his huffs through his nostrils. He heard a few smacks which made his eyes go doe eyed again. He saw mark slapping your pussy repeatedly before he saw little spurts of clear juices coming out of you, this is the first time he's seen you squirt or pussy full on display for that matter.

Most of the time by the time he snoops on y'all, Mark's cock is already deep inside you.

"C'mon baby tell me," Mark continues to slap it, you whine out in pleasure this being the first you've been loud today. Mark hushes you fondling your tits "hush baby don't you want haechan to be sound asleep?"

Ahh, so they did think Haechan was sleep. That's laughable, if only they knew their precious Hyuckie was jerking off to them.

You nodded your head vigorously trying to muffled your whimpers by putting your hand over your mouth.

Mark seemed satisfied enough to fuck you with his fingers again, using his middle and ring finger to aggressively his your g spot again. Muffled moans echoed in the room, the cute moans got whiny before your hips bucked and your legs shook a bit. You squirted all over marks arm, Mark played with your tits as his hand slowly exited your hole.

Haechan shot his load into his shorts so he wouldn't have any traces of him standing right there, his legs were a little weak but he had to find his way back to his room before getting caught. The video was successfully filmed and stuff away in his camera roll, before he plopped on his bed feeling like perverted loser not for the very first time though.

On the other hand, Mark sucked his fingers cleaning them up from the juices and gave you a passionate kiss while your legs went limp on the damp bed.

"You gotta remind me to place towels on the bed before we do this stuff, lovebug." Mark squeezed your thigh.

"I wasn't expecting to squirt Mark." You huffed.

"Dude, you squirted like at least a gallon just now." Mark looked at the damped white sheets panning back to you who was currently in the bedroom bathroom taking a leak.

"How do you still find a way to call me dude after you make me cum" you questioned chuckling.

"I mean it affectionately, dude." Mark says grabbing the sheets off the bed and tossing it in the dirty laundry bin.

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SATURDAY— 7PM

You just came outside from getting a few groceries leaving the boys behind, you jammed the keys into the door handle opening the door up and nearly knocking yourself over getting inside.

"I'm baaaack" You sing, it was another movie night for the three of you.

Still neither of Mark or you know that just yesterday haechan was spying on you getting eaten out by Mark, which is why everything feels so natural right now.

Mark raised arms up, "WOOO! She brought the snacks!!"

Haechan helped you out with bags placing them on table, "Are we watching movies in here or one of our bedrooms?"

"Let's go in your domain, we rarely watch movies in your room hyuckie." You suggested.

"Unless it smells musty." Mark mumbles already digging into a bag of chips.

"Hey! I keep my room clean!" Haechan argued.

"Love you Mark but before I stepped into your life your room was always trashed. Haechan's only problem is the constant smell of sex even though he hasn't brought a girl home in a long time and redbulls EVERYWHERE." You say.

"He could be bringing them behind our backs." Mark shrugs, Haechan snatched the chip bag from him.

"That's neither of your business, and can we please just pick a room?" Haechan said looking between both of you, you shrugged bringing the grocery bag of snacks in haechan's room.

The boys followed behind you and not without mark slapping your butt making you giggle, you crawled onto the bed getting comfortable in the area you'll be at for awhile.

"Getting comfortable in another man's bed huh?" Mark joked, the bed dips as he joined you leaving haechan as the last one.

You were in the lucky middle as the warmth of both of Haechan and Mark's took over you, you flipped through the movies as you heard loud chopping in your right ear.

"Can you stop eating so loud?" You geared your attention to Haechan.

"I'm not even eating loud, it's really quiet in here." Haechan defends.

You went back to going through movies, "I can't find anything."

"Let's just watch Spider-Man into the Spider-verse." Mark suggested, you huffed knowing it's been the umpteenth time watching that movie.

You pressed play getting comfortable in between the two men that were just munching on snacks.

A few minutes into the movie you and haechan are bored by the movie watching tiktoks on his phone giggling at them while Mark was deep into the movie as if he hasn't watched it like 100 times.

"I gotta pee I'll be right back." Haechan excused himself.

"Oh haechan could I use your phone real quick? My phone died." You asked, Haechan nodded before running off to use it.

Haechan didn't think too much about you using his phone considering you have before, you never found the videos he's filmed of you and mark fucking so he didn't think this moment will be any different.

You snooped around on his phone because maybe you could find a funny photo or something slightly embarrassing on his phone to poke fun at him for since he's definitely done that to you and mark. All in light fun.

You went in his camera roll because you knew something embarrassing might be in there, that's until you saw a file that says "XXX" you got curious maybe getting the idea of this file probably being filled with porn. You opened and you nearly dropped it on the ground, you immediately knew that by the first video that it was you and mark.

You turned the volume down and pressed play, it was the newest one of Mark eating your pussy. You gasped watching the video.

You watched a few more seconds, "babe..look at this shit." You say quietly, you nudged him to get his attention.

"If it's another video of a a cow giving birth. No thank you." Mark declined.

"No bitch! Look!" You shoved the phone in his face, he looked at it in confusion until he saw clearly that it was him and you.

"What the actual fuck..." Mark couldn't believe his eyes, his best friend having a video of him sucking his girl's clit.

You turned the volume up a bit hearing heavy breathing coming from the video, "oh my god I think he's jacking off."

Mark snickered, "he sure is." It settled in Mark's brain that of course haechan's sly little self would do something like this. Haechan has always been so pervy, so he knew that he wouldn't just be third wheeling without having a little fun himself.

Mark watched you still be in pure shock, "babe I know you're not surprised by this behavior from him, he's Haechan for God sakes."

"Yeah I know but like— I don't know what if he's selling this on the internet and getting money for it?" You asked.

"He's too selfish to do that." Mark replied simply. He paused the movie turning his full body towards you, he had a wicked idea but waited for you to put the phone down.

"We should give him a show maybe, make it real and infront of him." Mark squeezed your thighs before bring your face closer to him.

"In his bed?"

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind." Mark says, he grabbed you in for a kiss running his hand under your shirt. You pulled him in more wrapping your right leg around his waist.

Haechan finished on the bathroom, "I decided to do a little skin care before coming ba—" he watched you and mark making out while mark dry humps you "uhm in my bed though?"

Mark paused the kiss, "we found your sick little secret." You picked up his phone waving it side to side.

"Your videos of us?" You raised an eyebrow.

Haechan immediately went red he tried to get a word out but all he was doing was stuttering while watching you and mark making out on his bed, he just stood there as if someone super glued him to the floor.

You parted yourself from mark, your hand being inches away from haechan's pulling him closer to you.

"There's nothing to be afraid of now, you finally could let your secret unfold now." You reassured him.

Haechan gazed at mark to silently ask if he could obliged to you, Mark shrugged in a 'go ahead' way.

"When I hear you guys fucking I jack off each time, I've even betrayed my trusty porn for you guys. " Haechan willingly admitted.

You stifled a giggle before pushing him onto the bed, "what a perv you are, my sweet innocent little hyuckie getting his rocks off to his best friends fucking..how ironic."

"When was he ever innocent?" Mark scoffed, haechan glared at the boy before his attention was towards you again considering you were now straddling him.

His hands rested on your hips while you pecked his neck,edging your way to his lips. He gladly accepted your lips to his, you made out with Haechan you felt another pair of hands roam your ass. Mark kneaded it, smacking it causing you to muffle a moan inside hyuck's mouth.

"Touch me, hyuck." You breathed, haechan wasted no time as his hands found its way to your breasts, He copied Mark's motion.

You subconsciously started grinding on hyuck's crotch, you easily could feel his erection since he was wearing loose shorts.

"See how needy she is dude? She can't wait for your cock to be buried inside her." Mark starts to rub your clothed clit teasingly.

You fully sat yourself on haechan's dick to take your shirt off with help of Mark, you didn't have a bra on so they easily were free. You lowered yourself again, your tits were in haechan's face he simultaneously started sucking your boobs. You grind yourself on his dick faster but Mark stopped you.

"You're not easily going to let her take over huh?" Mark questioned.

Haechan became confused, " think about it, this curious little whore wanted to snoop on your phone. Invading your privacy. She should pay the price for that, no?" Mark clarifies.

You stayed silent waiting for haechan's answer.

"What was I thinking? You wanted to be nosy." Haechan slapped your ass.

Right now you couldn't think of a smart reply, Mark quickly dragged your shorts off.

"Get on your back" Haechan ordered, you obliged quickly kicking off your bottoms. You already was spreading your legs for hyuck without him even suggesting it, with that, haechan started kissing your thighs.

"You're free to mark her up just don't do too much." Mark said, haechan sucked on your right thigh giving it a bruise and licking it. He copied the same technique on the left, he had an idea and acted on it quickly. Smacking your clit mirroring what mark did on Friday.

You were surprised by this action from him and gasped, he continued it a few times intensely watching you shudder and whimper. You were focused on the pain and pleasure that you didn't realize mark slipping his sweats off and walking his way to you with cock in hand. He brushed the head of it over your nipple, he jerked himself off on your chest.

"Put your pretty mouth to some use hm?" Mark tilted his head sweetly making you almost forget what position you were in right now, you opened your mouth letting mark shove his cock inside.

Haechan entered two fingers in your hole, he hoped that mark would show him how to make you squirt because that's all he's dreamed of, wanting to make you squirt all over him. Make a mess on him. But he continued his drawn out thrusts inside your cunt.

Your whines vibrated on Mark's cock, causing him to subconsciously jerk his hips forward.

Haechan's lips clasps onto your clit sucking as if his life depends on it, your legs shook from the slight sensitivity on it. His tongue wiggles left and right on your clit, he timidly watched you struggle to keep a flow on sucking marks cock. Haechan slurps the new juices dripping from your pussy, he hums lowly as he sways his head up and down hanging on to your bud.

Mark held your head in place so he could fuck your face, your cheeks hallowed bringing him to curse out loud throwing his head back. The gargling sounds of him thrusting his dick in your mouth made you even more wet and haechan could tell.

"She's getting more wet by you fucking her mouth, hyung." Haechan pointed out.

"Awhhh you little slut, you love when I fuck your throat hm? " Mark said teasingly, he did a stern thrust which hit the back of your throat aggressively. He slid his cock out of you, he was a little sad that he couldn't finish in your mouth but he had other plans.

"Stick your tongue out." Mark demanded, you did as told and Mark patted his tip on your tongue a few times. He replaced his tip with his fingers and dug his hand in the back of your throat to collect your spit. You sucked on his fingers and he nearly busted all over your face from that alone.

"Normally she's not this good, maybe because your here y/n decides to behave but usually I'd have to brat tame her." Mark says to haechan as if you're not in the room.

"I appreciate it, princess." Haechan spoke before continuing his dirty deed. Mark eased his fingers out of your mouth, he walked over towards hyuck's place. Mark buried his fingers in your cunt while hyuck sucks your clit profusely. You moaned out loud this time full out, the moans beginning to echo in the room.

Now you had both men drawing their attention to your pussy. Mark had whispered something to Haechan, which made you excited and scared considering this entire time they were communicating out loud.

Haechan took his mouth of your clit and let Mark take over, Mark spat on your clit. His thumb speedily rubbing on your clit now while his tongue fucked into your pussy. His warm tongue wiggles around your g spot.

"Oh fu— please right there I'm so fucking close!" Your hand flew to Mark's head trying to push him further.

Mark stopped abruptly making you curse, "not so fast love."

He traveled his way back on the bed, he laid himself on his back grabbing your hips to gesture you to ride him. You maneuver your way onto his lap, he lines his cock with your entrance you sit on it swallowing his dick inside you. You move your hips back and forth still getting use to his size even after fucking him so many times, Haechan still couldn't believe he was having a threesome with you two. Just a day ago was he fantasizing and dreaming about him fucking y'all well more likely you.

Mark grabbed your hips snapping his hips into yours fucking you at rapid pace, "you're so fucking wet, ugh fuck— you're so fucking beautiful like this."

You were pressed against him and you smashed your lips on your boyfriend's lips, this gave haechan a nice view of your ass. He needed to finger your asshole.

"C-could I finger your ass?" Hyuck asks, you hummed as a signal for him to do so. He brought his fingers to your mouth letting you suck on them, he looked at mark a second but immediately read his mind from the look on his face. He dragged his fingers to his mouth entering his fingers in Mark's mouth as well, there he had both of your salivas on his digits. He went back to your only unused hole, he started off with his pointer finger to prep you for the second finger. You gasped from the pain and pleasure mixing together pleasantly.

Mark continued to fuck you silly, hyuck pumped his finger in and out slowly but once your ass got use to the feeling he added his middle finger. He lost a little control fucking your ass crazily. Your moans encouraged the both of them to keep up their animalistic varieties of pounding. Your juices over flooded on Mark's cock, he slipped out abruptly causing you to squirt on him.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck!! Yes yes please oh my—" you started focusing on haechan's fingers rampaging your asshole. He kept it up long enough for you to squirt again, he was surprised from it. He didn't know you squirt from only your ass being annihilated. Mark watched in awe along with Hyuck, he was so focused with that he momentarily forgot he wasn't inside of you. Haechan helped him out by lining Mark's dick up again with your cunt, he pumped him just a bit to rough him up.

"Your ass is so pretty baby." Haechan mentions before taking his fingers out and smacking both of your cheeks one at a time while sucking on hid digits.

Mark became louder signaling his close to cumming, "Oh shit babe stay still, im gonna fuck my cum so deep in you!!" His thrusts became sloppy and you clutched onto his shoulder as his hands digged in your ass. His hips stuttered his moans going in tune with yours while fucking his cum inside you as he said he would. He paused before sliding himself out slowly.

His cum dripped out of your pussy, hyuck watched in awe again. He dragged a single finger down your slit to taste the mix of your juices and Mark's.

Haechan grabbed your chin to give you a deep kiss, you gave in placing a hand on his cheek. Mark watch you two while he fondled your breasts,playing with the nipples and slapping your boobs.

"I want you to get on you back and let me make you feel good. Will you do that for me princess?" Haechan asked, you were so far gone that you could make up the word to say yes. You nodded.

Mark moved over so you could lay next to him, you opened your legs again and this time both men could see your glistening pussy mixed with Mark's cum. Haechan pulled down his shorts, this being the first time noticing he was the only one fully clothed.

He eased his way on top of you, he rubs your pussy generously. His cock looked so pretty and big, Mark's was definitely bigger but from your imagination about Haechan your expectations were certainly fulfilled. He eased his dick inside of you knowing you were probably still coming down from your previous orgasm and being sensitive, he pushed until his hips met your thighs.

"Oh my god she's so fucking warm." He moaned towards Mark, he prods his hips forward. He let's out a little whimper,he brings himself down so he could place hickies on your neck.

"Hey! That's my job!" Mark's said, haechan looks over giggling a bit.

"I'm sorry dude I couldn't help it." Haechan apologizes half heartedly.

"Please go- go faster hyuck, fucking ruin me" you pleaded, haechan couldn't deny how sexy you sound begging for him to fuck the shit out of you. Haechan didn't waste time as he went faster his hand found it's way to your hair pulling at it, his rough snaps made your legs wrap around his hips. That right there made him weak, that motivated him to fuck you roughly.

Hyuck sucks your neck again, he sneakily takes his free hand to play with your clit while driving himself into you. The overstimulation starts to make tears well up, your broken moans were caused by hyuck attaching your lips to yours again.

You started saying incoherent words but saying it well enough to tell hyuck your close, "you're being so fucking good for him." Mark mumbles in your ear the rasp of his voice sending shockwaves to your cunt.

"Ahhhh fuck i-im fffucking cumming shhhit!!" You screamed

Haechan felt your juices flooding around his cock, he oh so badly wanted to make you squirt on him. He pulled out playing with your clit by using his tip, you grab his wrist but to no avail does he stop or slows down,your juices shoot out onto his cock and abdomen a bit. You scream from the overstimulation, you chant haechan's name. He slams back into you fucking your pussy at a animalistic pace, he curses out loud.

Mark on the side lines stroking himself watching you getting pounded into by his friend, haechans thrusts become sloppy and inconsistent. The sound of skin slapping becomes a spiral in your head, and before you know it his hot load shoots into you. He kept going though, you didn't mind but boy were you really sensitive right now. He fucked his cum into you just like Mark did, he slowed down slipping out on his last thrust.

He laid himself on your boobs sucking on them lazily while he groaned in satisfaction. After that, he placed a few pecks on your chest to your neck then your lips transitioning into another makeout session.

"Fuck that was so good." Haechan panted.

"It's funny because we were just thinking about having a threesome with you. Had a little conversation about it." Mark Converses also slightly out of breath.

"I had the idea." You breathed pointing at yourself.

Haechan patted your thigh " Smart girl."

Mark got off the bed, " Let's go take a shower together."

"I don't think I trust myself in the shower with both you and haechan." You announced.

"And so what if we have a round 2?" Haechan rolled off of you finally.

"Love you both, have very good dicks and all that sweet jazz but..a bitch is tired so I wanna get in and out the shower." You said.

"Yes ma'am." Mark says before walking in the bathroom leaving you and hyuck alone.

You roll over facing haechan giving him a peck on the cheek, "satisfied?"

"Most definitely." Haechan returned the smooch.

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[bruh-changbin]

ivy league

pairing: uni boyfriend!hyunjin x afab reader

genre: fluff + smut (minors dni)

warnings: fingering (f receiving), public sex, lowkey exhibitionism, oral sex (m receiving), snowballing (tis’ the season), little bit of cum eating, unprotected sex (be safe), piv, creampie, tit sucking, both are kinda switches?, alcohol consumption

word count: 5.8K

a/n: HAPPY NEW YEAR MOFOS!!! my new years resolution is to find out why hyunjin is so fucking hard to write for 😻 maybe it’s bc his personality is kinda all over the place or maybe i just suck but anyways i hope i did him justice. (also for the sake of this fic pls pretend he still has long brown hair bc that was my fav look on him ever)i do apologize as this was supposed to be posted right after new years but i have been a busy busy gal as of late. nevertheless, i hope you enjoy (also apologies if this posts weird tumblr is being A MAJOR PAIN IN THE ASS AS I TRY TO EDIT THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

photos not mine, credit to original owners (retrieved from pinterest)

studying away from home was always a dream of yours. there’s something so enticing about living and learning in a new city that piques your interest. when you got an acceptance letter from an ivy league school a few hours away from your hometown, you didn’t think twice before enrolling. 

only then did you find out that 90% of the student body at ivy league schools - or any high status campus, really - are insufferable. there are wannabe jane austen’s and christopher nolan’s at every turn, griping about how getting a 98% on their most recent paper just isn’t good enough (news flash: it is). 

ergo, every time you’ve tried to befriend someone you met in the student centre or library or in one of your lectures you’ve discovered they’re too obsessed with their status to even hold a proper conversation with you. there’s only one person who makes studying here at least somewhat bearable: hwang hyunjin.

you met hyunjin in september, a mere 2 days before classes were set to begin for the fall semester. it was somewhat unfortunate, your first encounter, seeing as it entailed you spilling your iced french vanilla all over hyunjin’s silky white button up top. you were trying to shove your wallet back into your bag as you left a coffee shop and he was enthralled in his phone, both of you too distracted to notice the other before colliding. 

you both apologized profusely, you for being careless and him for being in the way (he wasn’t) until you insisted he came to your apartment to get cleaned up since it’s only a 3 minute walk away, i feel horrible for ruining your clothes. 

he complied, and you led him to your small studio apartment, giving him some privacy to shower and steal whatever clothes in your closet that fit him. 

when he stepped out of your bathroom, hair still damp and skin glowing, the rounds of i’m so sorry’s started up again as you handed him back his shirt, now with a large coffee stain on the chest that even your tide pen couldn’t tackle. he grabbed his shirt before chuckling, revealing that he too was a frequent customer of the cafe you were at and often opted to go there instead of indulging in the overpriced shit they sell on campus. 

upon discovering that you were both students at the same university you got to talking, which led to hyunjin staying for dinner at your place, which led to an impromptu make-out session on your second-hand couch. when you made it known that you wanted to take things further, he initially declined because hey, i’m not that kind of guy. in the end he couldn’t keep his hands off of you and you were more than happy to lead him down the hallway to your bedroom. 

soon after he had you writhing under your cotton bed sheets while making you cum on his tongue… and his fingers and his cock. his shaggy, shoulder length mocha hair felt like silk in between your fingers and the whines and whimpers he let out when you tugged on it sounded like heaven.

so, your first encounter with hyunjin was a catastrophe turned fuck session turned we should do this again sometime…

now it’s the heart of winter and you’re about to sock your boyfriend in the jaw when you see him leaning against the brick exterior of your lecture hall, the tips of his ears stained cherry red and his breath passing his lips in the form of a cloud.

“hyunjin i told you to stop waiting for me outside of my lecture hall’s, you’re seriously gonna get frostbite!” you emphasize by pinching his frozen ears - he winces.

“what happened to hello? how are you?” he complains before slipping his hand into the pocket of your puffer jacket and intertwining his fingers with yours; his hands are so cold you flinch.

“well sorry i don’t want you to get sick,” you roll your eyes while shoving your headphones into your tote bag, not needing them now that hyunjin has graced you with his presence, “and you know that class always puts me in a bad mood.”

“ahh yes that’s the one with the, what was it, douchey prof and even douchier students, right?”

“that’s the one.” you sniffle, nose going numb from the cold wind biting at your face as you let hyunjin drag you across campus to god knows where.

“well turn that frown upside down, i’m about to treat you to the most romantic study date ever,” hyunjin asserts while pulling you in the direction of the student lounge, careful not to walk too quickly so you don’t slip on the ice hidden underneath the blanket of snow on the ground.

although the trek from your lecture hall to the student common room is quite short, only subjecting you to the outside weather conditions for a mere minute or two, you rejoice when you step inside and regain shelter from the cold. a blast of hot air greets you and hyunjin shakes the snow off of his perfectly styled hair, retracting his hand from your jacket pocket.

the two of you make your way down the corridor before waltzing into the main study area of the student lounge, seating yourself on a worn in brown leather couch. 

once your winter jacket is discarded you pull your textbook out of your bag, using your peripherals to watch hyunjin pull out his laptop and begin editing photos for his photography class.

it’s serene; watching the snow fall through the window to your left, feeling the warmth radiating from hyunjin who’s sitting to your right. the feeling of hyunjin’s hand (which is still quite cold) on your knee comforts you and you immerse yourself in the words of your textbook, wanting to catch up on the chapters you were supposed to read for this week but didn’t have the time or patience to.

alas, you should’ve known that hyunjin had… other intentions when he said he was taking you on the most romantic study date ever. it only takes a few minutes before you feel his hand inching its way up your leg. 

his eager fingers dance across your thigh before groping your pelvis, causing you to clamp your legs shut in surprise, trapping your boyfriend’s hand in between them.

“are you fucking kidding me hyunjin? we’re in public…”

hyunjin scans the vicinity of the student lounge, which, admittedly, there are only two other students present, both so absorbed in their respective textbooks that they’re practically drooling. but that doesn’t mean you’re about to let him finger bang you in a public area in front of your fellow students. 

“what, you don’t wanna show everyone how well you take my fingers?” by now his index and middle fingers are playing with the waistband of your panties, waiting for you to give the go ahead before dipping underneath.

“come on, let me play with you.”

try as you may, you can’t resist the twisting of your stomach and the pitter-patter of your heart at hyunjin’s words. by now your pussy is leaking indefinitely and you shift in your spot in a pathetic attempt to alleviate the dull throbbing you feel in your pelvis.  

the more you squirm the more pressure you feel from hyunjin’s hand trapped in between your thighs, the heel of his palm pushing against your cunt that’s becoming more sensitive by the second. 

a pleasure induced haze clouds your brain and soon enough you’ve convinced yourself that hyunjin fingering you in the student lounge is in fact a good idea. it’s not like anyone can see you, right? you’re sandwiched between the wall and hyunjin, who’s broad shoulders block you from the curious gaze of others - no one would be the wiser. 

with a bashful look on your face you ease your legs open, granting hyunjin access to your sticky panties and aching clit. the dexterity in which hyunjin’s hand pushes past your waistband and into the dripping folds of your cunt almost gives you whiplash.  

like the little bitch he is he teases you for several moments, the tip of his index finger drawing lazy circles around your clit before gliding down to your hole and then back up again, never giving you what you actually want. 

you know hyunjin’s enjoying watching you twitch and shift in your seat as he plays with your cunt; even more so does he enjoy watching you bite back a frustrated whine when he pulls his hand from you entirely, takes a second to coat his digits in his own saliva by sucking on them, and shove his hand back down your pants.

with help from hyunjin’s makeshift lube his slender spit-covered fingers slip inside of you with little resistance, causing your stomach to flutter and churn. the stretch is subtle yet pleasurable and your body automatically folds in on itself: head hung low, knees knocking together, back hunched. 

if anyone were to walk by they would hopefully assume that you’re just worn out from the end of semester stress and not clue in on the fact that your boyfriend is knuckle deep in your pussy. 

hyunjin starts with small movements, his finger gliding in and out of you slowly while curling upwards in a ‘come-hither’ type motion. he’s trying to make his movements as undetectable as possible, struggling against your tight cunt that sucks him in with each and every thrust of his fingers. 

lucky for you your lover was blessed with long fingers, ones that reach so deep inside of you with so little effort that it makes the room spin. little shocks rock your body when hyunjin fully sheathes his index and middle fingers inside of you, the cold metal of the rings adorning his fingers a stark contrast to your hot wet pussy.

the pace of hyunjin’s fingers quickens; your bottom lip stings from how hard you’re biting down on it. your breath leaves you in the form of forced exhales through your nose, the urge to say fuck it and moan aloud for all of your peers to hear becoming almost irresistible and you pray that hyunjin’s going to make you finish before you do something you’ll regret. 

hyunjin pushes his fingers impossibly deeper into you, the heel of his palm now providing the most delicious friction on your neglected clit. you resist the urge to grind your hips against his hand. 

“are you close?” hyunjin whispers, his plush lips caressing the shell of your ear and sending shivers down your spine. how long has his face been that close to yours? you think, but you’re too out of it to turn your thoughts into words. you just nod frantically, eyes rolling backwards as your impending orgasm looms closer and closer.

the sensation of hyunjin’s fingers pistoning in and of you and his palm bumping your clit is enough to quickly send you over the edge, biting the inside of your cheek so hard you can taste the metallic tang of blood against your tongue. 

you cream all over his fingers while sucking in a breath so big it hurts your lungs so as to prevent yourself from making any noise. the grip you have on hyunjins wrist goes limp and you wince as he pulls his fingers from you, placing a chaste kiss on your temple as if to say i’m proud of you. 

with that hyunjin casually sucks your wetness from his fingers, briefly wiping them on his pants before returning to editing his photos on his laptop. you struggle to regain your focus on the textbook splayed out in front of you, the pages swimming before your eyes as the pleasure in the pit of your stomach slowly subsides.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“i still don’t understand why you were so adamant about using my kitchen to bake instead of yours.”

hyunjin glances up from his phone at your words, his pupils so dark they remind you of tapioca pearls. 

“i live with three frat guys, my kitchen is a biohazard.”

ah yes, that’s right. hyunjin’s roommates, although very nice guys who treat you with respect, are frat guys nonetheless. chan is the cleanest of them all, although that's mostly due to him eating out the majority of the time. changbin and jisung however…

you raise your hands in defence, shuddering at the thought of the army of glasses filled with stale protein shakes that greeted you the last time you ventured into hyunjin’s apartment.

upon seeing you wash your hands in preparation for baking hyunjin joins you behind the kitchen counter. his ring-clad fingers roll up the sleeves of his white long sleeve top before tucking the stray hairs in front of his face behind his ears. 

“alright, what are we baking?” he says with his game-face on.

“i was thinking we could do gingerbread… you know, since it’s the holidays.” you begin to search for a recipe on your phone.

hyunjin makes a sour face at this: lips puckered, brows furrowed, eyelids lowered. dramatic. “i don’t like gingerbread,” he states.

“oh? why not?”

“it’s too spicy.”

this motherfucker…

“...spicy? what are you, twelve?”

“i have a sensitive palate!” your boyfriend whines like a toddler. 

“shut the fuck up hwang, we’re making gingerbread.”

hyunjin hangs his head in defeat while you trifle through your cupboards for the proper ingredients. soon enough a small pile is formed on your countertop and you begin sorting everything in order to start baking. a slender hand caresses your lower back and you jump slightly.

“you know it kinda turns me on when you’re all authoritative like that…”

of course. leave it to hyunjin to get horny at literally any hour of the day. 

“you’re insufferable. does hyunjin jr. ever take a day off?”

hyunjin scoffs, “he does, actually. remember the day you were so swamped with the paper you were writing and me, being the best boyfriend ever, had the decency to not try to get in your pants so you could focus?”

“wow, so chivalrous.”

hyunjin playfully shoves your head and then pats your hair as if to assure you his teasing is all in good fun (you know it is).

for someone who was so adamant about baking for the holidays, hyunjin is incredibly inept in the kitchen. first he adds baking powder to the mixing bowl instead of baking soda, then proceeds to knock over your precious bottle of pure vanilla extract, followed by him getting molasses on his tongue and wailing in disgust because it tastes like straight ass! this is all tied together by him spilling flour all over your countertops because why the fuck not. 

“remind me to never allow you to have access to my kitchen ever again,” you huff in frustration while rolling out your batter, a thin layer of sweat forming on your upper lip.

“why? I’m having fun… are you not having fun?” a cheeky grin is plastered across his face as he places his hand on the flour-covered counter before smacking your ass so hard you shriek. whipping your head around, you gape at the perfect flour handprint imprinted on the seat of your favourite pair of pants. 

“WHAT THE FUCK HYUNJIN!!???” you shove his chest before frantically dusting the flour off of your rear. hyunjin can’t seem to control his laughter.

“payback!” he says cheerily while wiping his hands on the hem of his shirt. by now the smell and taste of flour has filled the air of your kitchen. 

“payback for what you dipshit??”

he smiles, “for when you spilled coffee on my shirt.”

“are you fucking kidding me hwang? that was like four months ago!” you return to kneading the dough in front of you, although now you do so with much more aggression, “need i remind you that the coffee incident is how we met in the first place?”

“i knowww~” his palm glides across your upper back in a soothing motion before he rests his chin your your shoulder, “i’m just teasing.”

you bite back a smile before glancing at hyunjin perched on your shoulder, his squishy cheeks matching the soft gaze of his eyes. domestic bliss. you continue to knead the dough in front of you until it’s ready to be rolled out.

when you turn to look at hyunjin again he’s leaning into you even more, pink lips puckered slightly and eyelids closed causing his lashes to grace the tops of his cheeks.

you throw flour in his face.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

it’s new years eve and you don’t know what to wear.

“just throw on something skimpy and call it a day,” jeongin says through the speaker of your phone, “you’re supposed to be here in like an hour, remember?”

“i can get ready in an hour,” you respond while holding various garments up to your body and gazing at your reflection in the mirror. so many options, so little time.

“i don’t know about that y/n, remember halloween?”

you do remember halloween. more specifically, you remember jeongin whining and bitching for the entirety of the two and a half hours it took for you to transform yourself into ty lee from avatar: the last airbender. it was worth it though, you looked exactly like her. 

“come on, that was a one time thing. i’ll be at your place on time!” you whine while tossing an unworthy crop top onto the pile of clothes on your floor that’s steadily increasing.

“i don’t know y/n you’re pretty indecisive and-” you hang up on him, not wanting to hear him bitch and whine about your inability to make even the most minuscule decisions. 

it takes you half an hour to choose the perfect outfit, and then another half hour to do your makeup and hair, followed by a fifteen minute stare-down with your reflection in the mirror as you question everything. is this really the best look i can come up with? your head hurts and you haven’t even started drinking yet. 

“y/n~” hyunjin whines from his place in the living room, “are you almost ready?”

you give him a half-assed yea before exiting your bedroom, giving yourself and your outfit one final check in the mirror.

in preparation for tonight’s celebration you helped hyunjin bleach and dye his hair a shade of icy blue last night, almost permanently damaging his bathroom sink and counter in the process. his now cerulean mane matches the blue of his denim jacket that has an eye-catching collar lined with fluffy white fur (faux of course - no animal cruelty here). his pants are denim as well, a quintessential canadian tuxedo, and just a hint of silver glitter is detectable on his eyelids. you could eat him right the fuck up. 

“you look cute,” you purr before waltzing over to your boyfriend and standing in front of where he’s sat on the couch.

“as do you,” his eyes scan your body, “the five hours it took you to get ready paid off.”

“i did not take five hours to get ready hwang, you’re just impatient.” you pat his leg as if to say get off your ass, it’s time to go, prompting him to push himself off of his couch and over to the coat rack by his front door.

“this coat totally clashes with my outfit,” you complain as you pull on your thick puffer jacket.

hyunjin feigns sympathy, “it’s either that or you freeze. come on, chan’s wondering why we’re not there yet.”

hyunjin all but yanks you out the door, locking it behind him before the two of you step onto the bustling city streets that are teeming with people searching for a place to drink and celebrate. 

arriving at jeongin’s a mere couple of hours before midnight, you rid yourself of your chunky winter coat and start to mingle with the rest of the crowd. hyunjin, despite knowing more people at the party than you, stands behind you like a lost baby sheep for the entire night, waiting for you to loop him into whatever conversation you’re having. 

you briefly speak with jeongin, who teases you for arriving late (how he managed to spot you and hyunjin sneaking in later than you said you would arrive is beyond you) and then encourages you to get a drink and ‘let loose��.

in the kitchen you help yourself to whatever alcohol you can find - most of the selection isn’t to your liking and you regret not bringing your own drinks from home. nevertheless, you force some pathetic margarita mix down your throat before spotting hyunjin’s roommates, chan, changbin and jisung, in the crowd and heading over to converse with them.

time seems to fly by and soon enough there are only a few minutes left until it’s time to ring in the new year. someone, most likely felix, blasts madonna through the speakers and a livestream of the new york ball drop is displayed on the tv in the living room.

“y/n?” 

“yes hyunjin?”

he hesitates, starry eyes looking everywhere but your own, “will you be my new year’s kiss?”

you stifle a laugh; the poor boy looks like he’s about to puke after asking you that so you try your best to play nice.

“of course i will.” you caress your boyfriend's cheek ever so gently, his cheeks turning rosy and flushed as you do so.

around you the cheers from the other partygoers have increased as the countdown displayed on the tv hits the thirty second mark. as the ball descends on the screen your fingers reach for hyunjin, grasping his wrist in excitement as the two of you start to countdown alongside everyone else.

“3….2….1….HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!”

as soon as the clock strikes midnight hyunjin’s pillowy pink lips are attached to yours, capturing you in a heartfelt kiss to celebrate the ending of an old year and beginning of a new one. it would be a crime not to reciprocate so you do, only pulling away when you hear jeongin start to make gagging noises at the two of you over everyone else's cheers. 

felix jumps onto the couch and changbin uncorks a bottle of pommery cuvée louise with a celebratory pop! 

before you can approach changbin and ask for a glass of champagne that he splurged on for the special occasion, you’re being dragged down the hallway. away from the music and cheering and people and into a dark, empty bedroom; based on the decor you assume it’s felix’s.

the metallic click of a door being shut and locked echoes throughout the empty room and when you turn to face hyunjin pursues you again. away from the curious gazes of bystanders he kisses you with unrestrained passion and lust - a kiss that isn’t just a simple display of affection but a kiss that says i want this to lead to something more. 

in the confines of this empty bedroom you allow yourself to melt into his lips, his touch. you inhale his scent and push your tongue past his teeth and into his mouth, tasting a hint of the miller lite he was sipping on earlier on his tongue. with ease hyunjin makes his way down your jaw and to your neck, placing affectionate open mouth kisses against the sensitive skin of your throat. occasionally you feel his canines nip you before his tongue glides over your skin.

“i’ve been wanting to be alone with you since we left the apartment,” hyunjin admits sheepishly, the ends of his hair tickling your ear.

“is that why you spent the entire night hiding behind me?”

like a deer in headlights, hyunjin freezes, “maybe…” you can feel his lips curl into a small smile from where they’re attached to your neck.

not wanting to waste any more time you shove hyunjin off of you, your hands grasping the collar of his denim jacket before dragging it down his shoulders and arms, followed by his shirt. hyunjin follows suit and moves to unbutton his jeans, pulling them down his thick thighs. now he stands in front of you wearing only his briefs, his hard cock straining against the material, the glow from the moon painting his skin a cool shade of blue.

when you step closer to him you can feel his breath fan across your face, watch his eyes swim with curiosity and enamourment, see his chest rise and fall with each and every shaky breath. your fingertips hook into the elastic waistband of his briefs, yanking them down and letting them pool at his ankles before gently guiding him to sit on the bed behind him.

now that hyunjin’s seated you move to kneel in front of him, kissing your way down the soft milky skin of his abs and around his belly button and the insides of his thighs. his cock stands fully erect, and you lick your lips before getting yourself ready to suck him off. 

when you first fucked hyunjin all those months ago you were taken aback at how perfect his cock was. not to sound cliche, but it felt as if the two of you were destined to be together with how well he fit inside of your cunt and down your throat. now, you admire him once again before licking him from base to tip.

time is of the essence you think before taking his length in your hot mouth.

over the course of time you’ve spent dating and fucking hyunjin you’ve discovered that he’s very sensitive… and very vocal. as soon as his cock is in your mouth he’s struggling to keep quiet, the veins on his neck tensing and his knuckles white as he grips the bedsheets underneath him. it’s not like anyone would hear him lest they be pressed up right against the bedroom door, but still, he tries his best to preserve at least a little bit of his dignity. 

for the sake of your throat you wrap your hand around the base of hyunjin’s dick, opting to jerk what you can’t comfortably fit in your mouth. the soft muscle of your tongue expertly wraps around his length as you begin to bob your head, starting off slow so you don’t overwhelm hyunjin (who already seems to be going into sensory overload). 

the movements of your hand are in tandem with those of your mouth, the nails that you got done for new years looking so perfect wrapped around his sensitive cock. small beads of sweat begin to form on your temple as you continue to work hyunjin to his release, not wanting to stop until he’s satisfied. your knees are already starting to ache from being pressed against the cold, hard floor but you pay the discomfort no mind.

above you, hyunjin’s struggling to keep himself under control. he’s been on edge all evening, and now that you’re having your way with him he can’t quite contain his delectation. surely there are other people fucking at this party right now, right? what does it matter if he makes a bit of noise?

fuck dignity, he wants to let you know how good you’re making him feel. 

hyunjin’s bottom lip throbs in relief when he releases it from his teeth, allowing his head to fall back while groans of pleasure shamelessly tumble from his mouth. 

your ears strain to block out the noises from the ongoing party so you can hyperfocus on every single sound that passes hyunjin’s lips. your lips wrap around his length like a glove, providing him with the most perfect amount of friction. you pick up the pace in order to get him there faster, ignoring the slight cramping in your wrist.

“y/n i-” one of his hands lets go of the duvet and wraps around the back of your head, “i think i’m gonna-” he cuts himself off with a cry of desperation. 

with reluctance you pull your lips off of his cock, continuing to jerk him with your mouth agape and tongue sticking out. with a needy, high-pitched moan that he does nothing to try to suppress, hyunjin pumps his load into your waiting mouth.

his cum is pure and white like the snow falling softly outside of the bedroom window. it sits hot and heavy on your tongue as you rise from your spot on the floor, watching with hungry eyes as hyunjin’s pink-stained chest heaves sighs of pleasure before you press your lips to his. both of your mouths open automatically, his tongue slipping past your teeth allowing him to taste himself. your tongues swap semen and saliva and you reluctantly pull away when you need to swallow and regain your breath.

the view of hyunjin panting and covered in a sheen of sweat, his own cum seeping from the corners of his mouth, is a sight to behold. you’ve never laid eyes on anything so sinful yet so holy and beautiful at the same time - your panties become unbearably wet. 

hyunjin stares at you with eagle eyes as you rid yourself of your clothing, tossing each garment on top of his so a small pile is formed on the floor. 

in one swift move you’re on top of him, knees digging into the firm mattress on either side of his bony hips. without saying a word you line his cock, that’s already semi-hard again, up with the soaked hole of your pussy before sinking down his shaft. the two of you whine and groan into eachothers mouths at the sensation, and you still when your hips are flush with his. 

“i don’t… i don’t think i’m gonna last long,” hyunjin whines so pathetically you go weak in the knees. ugh! you wanna lick him all over. 

“that’s okay,” you coo while running your fingers through his hair, “just want you to feel good.”

grasping his shoulders for stability, you temptingly grind your pelvis against his. the tip of his cock is nestled deep inside of you that it makes you feel so unbelievably full and content. it’s moments like these where you wish to be consumed by hyunjin, wish to hold him and be in his hold forever and ever. 

the slick, wet sounds of you fucking hyunjin raw fill the room, your cunt sucking him deeper and deeper with each and every roll of your hips. your vision goes blurry when he attaches his soft lips to your breast, switching between sucking on it gently and using his tongue to tease your sensitive nipple.

the soft whimpers and please go faster’s that your boyfriend emits encourage you to pick up the pace, your hip bones knocking against his with each gyration. by now your clit is begging for attention so you lower your hand to press quick, somewhat careless circles into it, hissing at the pleasure it provides. 

the need to cum begins to creep its way into your senses: your vision becomes spotted and blurry, your legs begin to quiver and shake, the pit in your lower abdomen grows bigger and bigger threatening to swallow you whole. hyunjin continues to sloppily suck on your tit, the sensation going straight to your aching cunt.

no words need to be exchanged in order for each of you to know that the other is close. it’s evident in the way your movements become more frantic desperate and in the way hyunjin’s blunt nails dig into the flesh of your thighs, his jaw going slack against your breast. 

a few more movements and you reach your orgasm, muffling a lewd and graphic moan by biting down on hyunjin’s shoulder. for several moments it feels as if you’re on cloud nine. sparks fly behind your closed eyelids and the ringing in your eyes is loud enough to block out the sound of the party (which you almost forgot about) but not the increasingly loud moans coming from hyunjin.  you can hear and feel him cumming a few seconds after you, his stomach tensing as he cries out for you.

he spills his seed inside of you and you shudder, feeling incredibly warm and worn out. 

with limbs feeling like lead, you lift yourself off of hyunjin before collapsing onto the mattress, the duvet cover immediately clinging to your back that’s damp with sweat. you feel hyunjin’s cum slowly begin to seep out of you and you cringe, knowing that you’re going to have to explain and apologize to felix (or whoever the owner of this room is).

beside you, hyunjin works to get his breathing back under control, his eyes closed with a blissed-out expression on his face.

“i don’t wanna get up,” he whispers into the dark room.

“so don’t.”

the two of you lie there, basking in the post-orgasm bliss that  puts you on the verge of sleep. the room smells of sex and sweat and you can’t help the small smile that makes its way onto your face, knowing that there’s no other way you’d rather spend ringing in the new year. 

you hear him moving before you feel his touch. the soft tips of his fingers caress your clammy palms before intertwining with yours, an affectionate move that has your cheeks flushing and makes you wonder how did i get so god damn lucky?

if it weren’t for hyunjin your ivy league studies would be filled with empty days and empty nights. you somehow managed to find solace in a sensitive, 5’10” boy who teases you and then whines when you tease him back. on days where the cold seems to be unbearable he keeps you warm with his skin on your skin, his lips on your lips, his heart to your heart. 

without him you’d be stuck at a prestigious school filled with prestigious people pursuing a prestigious degree that you’re not sure you even like, yet he somehow makes you forget all of that. 

and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

[drabblesandimagines]

Kitty (part 12)

Parts 1-11 here. Rei x (afab) reader

-

Kyu remains silent for the rest of the drive. Rei’s words circle around your head.

“You need to go, Kitty. It’ll be all right.”

Kazuki had said that too – why did you need to go? It didn’t make any sense. They’d said you could stay there as long as you wanted, what’s theirs is yours, you’re part of the family… so why had they changed their mind now? Had something happened? Had Misaki said something about you being around Miri? Had you done something wrong? But that didn’t make sense either, Rei had held you in his arms all night. Surely if you’d done something wrong or upset him, he wouldn’t have done that, he would’ve been mad or distant or angry… It doesn’t make sense. You felt settled and safe for the first time in years and now the carpet has been pulled out from under you. Stupid, stupid girl. His voice had been getting quieter in your head, but now it’s back with a vengeance.

You’re not sure how much time has passed or even what city you’re in now when Kyu begins to slow the car to a stop in a suburban street.

“We’re here.” He pulls on the handbrake, switches the engine off and undoes his seatbelt. He looks over his shoulder. “Before we go in, I’ve told them I’m a social worker who’s been assigned to you after you were rescued.”

You nod, though you know it’s not a question as such but a statement. Kyu exits the car. He goes to the trunk first, retrieving the duffel bag, before he opens your door and steps back, waiting.

You undo your own seatbelt before stepping out of the car – there isn’t much alternative. You feel horrendously sick. You’re surprised it didn’t hit you earlier. Breakfast had been Kazuki’s rich French toast – laden with syrup – and now it’s all swirling around your stomach as you take in your surroundings.

It’s a large, unassuming building peeking out over a large concrete wall. There’s an iron bar gate with a buzzer besides it and Kyu presses it confidently. You assume this must be the entrance.

“Hello?” The voice is robotic through the speaker.

“It’s Kyu Kugi. I have an appointment.”

“Can you present your identification to the camera, sir?”

Kyu digs in his pocket and pulls out a card – a fake ID, you guess - holding it towards the lens as requested.

There’s a pause for a moment. “Thank you. Come in.” The gate pops open as a loud buzz emits. You wonder if this is the last time you’ll be this side of it. The other side of the gate is completely different though, opening out into a garden, which you imagine would be pretty in the spring sunshine but is a little gloomy in the grey of December. There’s a water fountain in the middle of it, trickling gently. Opposite the fountain is a few stairs leading up to a double set of metal doors, where a kind-faced middle-aged woman with a blonde bob is standing. She’s dressed in a soft pink cardigan over a white shirt and slacks, her hands clasped in front of her and a warm smile on her face.

“Kyu, I presume.” She nods in greeting, before her eyes turn to you. “And you must be Kitty. I’m Hikoti. It’s lovely to meet you both.”

You stare at the woman for a moment before dropping your eyes to the stairs. Your stomach is still swirling violently and this is all becoming far too real.

“Are you feeling all right, Kitty?”

“It’s been a stressful morning,” Kyo replies on your behalf.

“That’s understandable. Come inside, I’ll get you a glass of water and we can talk, okay?”

She leads the two of you up the stairs into what is a small reception area. Another woman is sat behind the desk, typing away. There’s another set of heavy double doors, this time with a keypad and card scanner to the side. Hikoti presses her staff card against it and the door gives a thud as the lock releases.

“I know it might seem intimidating with all these locks, Kitty, but it’s to keep unwanted people out, not to keep you in.” Hikoti holds the door open and waves you and Kyu through. You want to believe her, but you can’t quite bring yourself to – why else would she bring attention to it? The woman leads you through to what you assume is her office – a spacious room with a desk, a sofa and a coffee table with a couple of low chairs.

“Take a seat, please, get comfortable, and I’ll go grab some water.” You sit on the sofa. It’s firmer than the one at ho… You stop the thought, you don’t want to cry in front of the two of them. Kyu takes the other end of the sofa, keeping distance between the two of you.

Hikoti returns a few moments later, holding a tray with three glasses and a pitcher filled with ice-cold water. She pours the three of you each a glass before she sits down opposite you in one of the chairs, hands once again clasped in her lap. You nod, slightly, taking a sip of the water and hoping it’ll settle your stomach before carefully placing it back down.

“I know it’s a little overwhelming here, Kitty. So I’ll introduce myself again, okay? I’m Hikoti and I run this centre. It’s my job to make sure everyone remains safe and well, and help you adjust after what’s happened to you.” She speaks softly, slowly, as if to a child. You continue staring at the glass of water.

“Kitty?” Kyu asks. You realise they want acknowledgement, so you nod, meeting the woman’s eyes briefly. “Sorry, she’s usually a little more talkative. As I said, it was a stressful morning…”

“That’s okay. Kitty, I know it must be a bit scary to be here but I promise you, this is a safe place where no-one can hurt you anymore.” She leaves a pause in case you speak, but you don’t, opting to dig your nails into your palms instead. You know she sees.

“Kyu’s shared your history with us. I understand this is be a big adjustment after all those years, but we’re going to try our best to make it as easy as possible.”

You wonder how much he told them. He could have only got his information from Kazuki, surely. Was it all in preparation for this?

“I’ll tell you a little bit more about our centre. Don’t worry if you forget – I know it’s a lot to take in. I’ve got a welcome pack you can keep in your room to refer to, or you can speak to any of the staff and they can explain it all. Our aim is to help women escape harmful situations, rebuild their confidence and abilities, and readapt to the world. We have an in-house medical team, consisting of doctors, nurses and therapists who you’ll see regularly, if need be. We’ll do workshops and life-building skills. You’ll have free time too, of course, and you can leave the premises to do whatever you wish. For now, though, whilst you settle in and become comfortable, we’d like you to stay within the grounds. I’m sure it won’t be for long and it is to keep you safe.”

You’re very aware that ‘we’d like you to stay within the ground’ means you aren’t leaving the grounds.

“Sounds good.” Kyu responds for you.

“We cater for ten women here, so you’ll have some company. We can introduce you to them later on, though. I know this must be overwhelming enough already. Is there anything you’d like to ask me, Kitty?”

You look up at her then and she smiles, kindly, genuinely. But you shake your head. You can’t say what you want to – there’s no point – so what’s the use of saying anything at all?

“Well, my door is always open if anything comes to mind later. How about we show you to you to your room? I’m afraid you missed lunch, but we kept aside some sandwiches so I can send those up for you two whilst you get settled.”

“That’s very kind of you. I’m afraid I can’t stay for long, but I’m sure Kitty would appreciate that.” Kyu replies. You dutifully get to your feet as they do and follow the woman along the corridor, past a few doors where you can hear some muted chat behind. She leads you up a set of stairs to a long corridor – ten identical doors, five a side, and whiteboards on them, each displaying a woman’s name. Halfway down she stops at a door – ‘Kitty’ is written in black marker pen in a cursive hand.

“This’ll be your room whilst you’re with us, okay? I’ll let you and Kyu have a look around and I’ll go see about that lunch.” Hikoti opens the door for the two of you and steps back, gesturing you in. You step inside as Kyu thanks the woman, and swiftly steps in behind you, shutting the door as you hear her footsteps retreat down the hall.

“Seems all right here, huh?” He places the duffel bag down on the floor, looking around the room. There’s a single bed, a desk, a chair and a dresser. There’s another door within the room that’s open, leading to an en-suite. It feels sterile to you after being in Rei’s room. “It’ll be good for you in the long-run, Kitty.”

There it is again – why does everyone else get to decide what’s good for you? You were doing well, you were happy, why is everyone suddenly acting as if you weren’t?

You sit down heavily on the bed and stare at your feet. Kyu sighs before he crouches down in front of you, trying to get in your line of sight.

“Okay, I admit Kazuki could’ve handled it better, but surely you’ve got to understand that you don’t belong in their world, especially after what you’ve already been through. I don’t know what they were thinking. And I’m taking some of the blame here because I let it go on too long, but I’m making it right now, okay? For you and Miri.”

The mention of the little girl breaks your silence. “M-Miri?”

Kyu nods. “She’s going to go and live with her mother – where she should be.”

“B-b-but…”

“I promise you – give it time,” he cuts across your protests, “you’ll realize this is where you should be and you’ll have forgotten all about them.”

Forgotten? You want to say that it’s impossible, that you could never forget any of them, how could he think that? How could you forget Kazuki’s joy when he was cooking, Miri’s squeal when she was excited, Rei’s shy smiles, the way you felt when you held hands, or how safe you felt within his arms…? But, the bitter thought wins over, you’d forgotten your own name – stupid girl - so why not them too?

There’s a knock on the door. Kyu answers and it’s Hikoti, bringing in the promised sandwiches – a plate covered in clingfilm - along with the welcome pack and a bag of what she calls ‘essentials’. She places it all down on the desk, says you’re welcome to wander around the centre, of course you are, but she understands if you just wanted to take the day to settle. You don’t want to settle, you want to go home.

She asks Kyu to pop by her office before he leaves and then she’s gone again, leaving the two of you alone in the room.

“T-take me h-h-home.” You’re trying not to cry. “Please.”

“Kitty,” he crouches down in front of you again. “I can’t do that. Besides, that wasn’t your home.”

“I d-don’t un-understand. D-d-did I do s-something w-wrong?” Your breath catches in your throat again.  

“No, but Kazuki and Rei did. I don’t disagree with them taking you out of Aktomi’s place, but they should’ve taken you to a hospital or a place like this straightaway. I don’t know how they’ve looked after Miri for so long, but you need proper help.”

“They w-were help-helping m-me.” The tears are burning your eyes now, but you’re trying your best to hold them in.

“I know you think that but, Kitty, come on,” he lowers his voice now, “they’re assassins, a part of the underworld that abducted you. What help could they really be? Surely you want away from all that.”

“I w-w-was away f-from it.” You stress back.

“No, you weren’t.” He sighs. “Look, they didn’t tell you this because they didn’t want to scare you, but maybe this is the only way. Being associated with them makes you vulnerable – it put a target on yours and Miri’s backs. Rei’s father was asking questions and, trust me, you don’t want him being interested in you. This keeps both you and them safe, understand?”

“Rei’s f-father?”

“He expects Rei to inherit the Organization and he has no qualms in eliminating anything he deems as a distraction. I’ve seen how you and Rei are around each other, and I’ve also seen what happens to those who don’t uphold what the Boss deems the values of the Organization. As his son and heir, Rei’s held to an even higher standard. Trust me – this is the only way.”

You’re silent at that – would the Boss really hurt Rei over you? You’d seen the scars on his chest, you thought they’d been from some of his jobs, but was it possible some were from his own father…?

Kyu continues. “You’ll also understand why I think it’s best if you don’t talk about Rei, Kazuki or Miri anymore, okay?”

You swallow – hard. “O-okay.”

“Good. The refuge is going to let me know how you’re getting on, but I don’t intend to come back – a clean slate for everyone, huh?” He gets to his feet, slips his hands in his pockets. “I do wish you all the best, though, Kitty.”

He closes the door behind you, but you keep staring at the floor where he used to be.

Hours pass – the conversation with Kyu swirling around your head. Is it true? Is that really why they sent you away? Was whatever this connection you had with Rei really putting lives in danger? Hikoti visits again at 6pm, takes you down for dinner, introduces you to the other women there but their names all go over your head. You pick at some food, your appetite still eluding you. The woman besides you says something about how she was also too nervous to eat when she arrived and that you’ll get there. You nod, politely.

In the bag Hikoti brought earlier, you find brand-new toiletries and some sets of clothes to wear. A lot of other women came here in different circumstances than you, with nothing at all. The black duffel bag still sits in the corner, untouched since Kyu placed it down hours ago. You assume it’s full of the clothes they’d bought you and you don’t know whether you can face wearing or seeing any of them again – won’t it hurt too much?

The tears burn at your eyes again. You push the duffel bag into the corner and you take out pyjamas from the bag of clothes the refuge provided, swallowing down the lump in your throat.

--

Kazuki and Rei had picked up Miri together that afternoon – silently noting it was the last time they would. They hadn’t spoken much since that morning. Kazuki busied himself with chores whilst Rei retreated to the tub, saying he wanted to catch up on some sleep. He felt beyond tired though, and found himself staring at the ceiling. The look on your face when he’d shut Kyu’s car door was burnt into his brain. It wasn’t how he wanted to remember you, but it was all he could think about. They were doing the right thing, though, weren’t they? He knew how serious his father was about what was expected of him, of what his father had done to those who disobeyed his will. Again, the image of his instructor’s wife flashes in his brain.

He's done the right thing. Maybe that’s why it hurts so much.

Miri was delighted to see her papas both there – clearly she’d forgotten her foul mood from this morning – but on the arrival back at the apartment, she noticed your absence.

“Papa Rei, where’s Kitty?”

It was inevitable they’d have to tell Miri – of course she’d ask – but Rei’s frozen as the little girl looks up at him, her head tilted in confusion. Kazuki comes to his rescue.

“Miri,” The blonde knelt down, tugging her around to face him, “Remember Kitty’s voice was poorly and she couldn’t remember her name when we first met her?”

“Yeah, but her voice got better.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Well, Kitty’s gone somewhere to help her to continue to get better. She’s sorry she didn’t get to say goodbye, but the place is really far away and she had to leave straight away…”

“Oh. Won’t she come back when she’s better?”

“I’m not sure, Miri. We don’t know how long it’s going to take Kitty to feel better. It might be a long time.”

Miri frowns for a moment, before taking it all on her chin and giving a brave little nod. She looks back to Rei, standing to the side, and leans in to whisper in Kazuki’s ear. “Is Papa Rei sad?”

“Yeah, I think he is.”

Miri nods, solemnly, before running over and hugging his legs. “It’s okay, Papa Rei. Kitty wouldn’t want you to be sad. She likes it when you smile, remember?”

Rei ruffles her hair, forces a smile. “Yeah, she does.”

--

Days pass.

You miss them.

You have a thorough check-up with a doctor, who seems to have notes in front of her in Kazuki’s handwriting. He must’ve written it all down when you got back that night. The doctor’s nice enough, agrees with what was said at the cash-in-hand clinic. The refuge has a full-time kitchen staff, a laundress and cleaning staff, they just want you to take the time to adjust, heal and overcome. Let us look after you, they stress. You’re given a schedule of workshops and activities – in a group and solo – and you listen and try and engage, fill out the worksheets as directed, try and face some of the unhealthy thinking habits you’d developed. The therapist is nice – she seems to know what you’re thinking before you even say it and, slowly, you begin to open up again about what happened in the house, what he did, what he said… and his voice quietens down again. You miss them, but you don’t talk about them.

Four days after you had arrived there, you place the duffel bag on the bed and finally begin to unpack. You can tell Rei must’ve packed it – his folds aren’t as neat as Zuki’s but it’s clear he tried his best. You transfer each of the garments into the dresser drawers carefully until you reach the very bottom. There’s a shirt that’s not yours – a cartoon cat smiling up at you. It’s Rei’s – the one with the cat in a pocket back and front. You clutch it to your chest – he must’ve grabbed it from the laundry basket because it smells like him. Something crinkles as you hold it – tucked inside is a drawing of you, Miri, Kazuki and Rei in Miri’s cute style.

You slip the drawing under your clothes in the dresser and go to bed, cuddling the t-shirt.

You miss them, but they’re safe and that should suffice. Maybe tomorrow the hollow feeling in your stomach will pass.  

--

The days all blur into one since Miri went home with Misaki. The last day with her had been difficult. Rei knew they were doing the right thing, but there were moments in the day he’d look over his shoulder for you wanting to see your reaction, the adorable look on your face when you were charmed by something, but then he’d remember.

He games all night, sleeps all day, emerges for food once in a while, which he and Kazuki eat in the dark – all instant stuff. If Kazuki has noticed the plush lion that is now always besides the tub with Miri’s rubber duck, he’s kind enough not to mention it. Nor the fact that his phone’s background is the photo of him and you at the zoo. He’ll delete it before he returns home.

He will, but not now.

--

You’ve been opening up more in the sessions recently. They seem surprised, commenting on how well you seem to be doing already. You realise it’s because they think you’re only weeks out of there. Kazuki, Rei and Miri have been some sort of therapy for you in another way, you supposed.

There’s a calendar in your room – void of any of the comments that were on the ones at home, of course, but Miri had drilled this particular date into your mind. It’s the day of her concert, when she’s going to be singing Silent Night with her class. You wonder if Misaki, Rei and Kazuki will all go together. Surely, even if Miri has gone to live with her, Kazuki and Rei would still be allowed to see that?

You try to push the thought to your back of your mind as you leave your room to head down for breakfast, but there’s a hub of activity at the end of the hallway. Hikoti is in whispered discussions with two other staff members.

“Good morning, Kitty.” Hikoti smiles when she sees you. “Do you mind popping by my office before you go for breakfast, please?”

“S-sure.” You nod and follow the woman down the stairs. She encourages you to take a seat on the too firm sofa.

“There was an incident this morning which I believe you should be aware of.”

“O-okay.” You don’t like the sound of that.

“I don’t say this to frighten you – it’s been dealt with, but it would help if we had some more information about the nature of it. Do you know a man called Rei Suwa?”

Your stomach flips. Is this a test from Kyu, to see if you would tell them about Kazuki and Rei? Or did Rei come for you? Could his father have changed his mind, somehow…? The possibility of seeing Rei again wins.

“Yes.”

“And is this him?” She slides over a photograph from what looks like the CCTV at the gate, but when you see the man in the grainy image, your stomach sinks.

“N-no, t-that’s n-not him.”

“Mm. Do you know who he is?”

It’s that man from Kyu’s café – weeks ago now. The one with the protruding eyes and the blank stare, the one who made you feel uneasy. You shake your head.

“I’ve s-seen h-h-him before, but I don’t know h-his n-name, though. S-sorry.”

“That’s okay,” Hikoti removes the photograph from your view. “He was at the gate early this morning asking for you by name. We didn’t confirm you were here – we don’t give out anyone’s names as a safety concern. He refused to leave, so we called the police. He finally left after he heard the sirens.”

You nod. Is this what they’d been trying to protect you from?

“I’m sorry if this has upset you too, but I wouldn’t worry about it, okay? You’re safe here. It looked to me like he was a journalist. He kept pulling out a notebook of sorts. Sadly, they go to horrible lengths to get a story.”

A horrible thought dawns on you - if he had come for you, would he try for them next? “C-can y-y-you let Kyu k-know, p-please?”

“Of course.”

--

Kyu hesitates before he says it. They haven’t told him their plans, but he can guess and what he’s about to say is probably just going to add fuel to the fire, but after the events of last night they should know. “Ogino was at the women’s refuge early this morning.”

“What?” Kazuki and Rei say in perfect unison.

Rei’s heart is in his mouth. “Is Kitty okay? What happened?”

“She’s fine.” He stresses. “He didn’t get anywhere near her. I told you, this place is good. He tried to get in by saying he was Rei Suwa, the idiot. He refused to leave, but when they called the police he scarpered. Probably regrouping.”

“Well, hopefully we’ll see him at our little chat, huh?” Kazuki nudges Rei.

“You need these to chat?” Kyu quips as he opens the trunk, handing over the case.

“You know what the Suwa family is like.”

--

“Rei…” Kazuki says cautiously. Miri’s asleep upstairs and the two men have been sitting in silence in the living room. Kazuki’s been watching trashy television whilst Rei’s been scrolling on his phone. They’ve been holed up in Kyu’s safe house a few days now, since after Miri’s Christmas concert. They didn’t really want to go back to the apartment funded by the Organization. Kazuki had hired a packing service to box things up from there and transfer them to a storage unit. He was waiting until after the holidays to try and find them a new apartment with the money Karin hadn’t taken – a smaller, more affordable apartment - but Kyu had said the house was theirs for as long as they needed it. He dropped off supplies and, thankfully, painkillers. They would need something closer to Miri’s daycare come January, though, but there was still some time.

“You know, Kyu said he can go take you to see her in the new year, if you like.”

“No.” It’s not the answer Rei’s heart gives, but he’s already been lucky enough escaping with Miri. He doesn’t want to chance it, he can’t risk it.

“Rei…” Kazuki sighs. He knows Rei is thrilled to have Miri back, he is too – it’s more than he could’ve ever dreamed of – but when Miri’s asleep, Rei seems to deflate. He thought at first it was due to his arm, but Rei had never been one to feel sorry for himself when injured or sick – it is what it is, he’d shrug off. He appeared to have already come to terms with the sacrifice he’d made. So there’s only one other explanation Kazuki can see and it’s one he knows - he’s lovesick.

“Kitty deserves better than me.”

“Don’t you think you should ask her what she wants? I mean, I’m pretty confident what her answer will be.”

“It’s like you said at the top of the Ferris wheel – I had more than my fair share.”

He goes back to his phone, signaling the conversation is over.

--

Kyu’s in the café, wiping down the counter when his phone rings. He sees the caller ID and answers, a little hesitant.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Kyu. It’s Hikoti. Are you free to talk?”

Kyu casts an eye over the empty café. “Of course – is everything okay?”

“Yes, sorry, I should’ve started with everything’s fine. Kitty’s doing incredibly well, to be honest with you – she’s continued to engage well in therapy, workshops, the activities. That’s why I’m calling - we review each woman’s progress bi-weekly and, well, we’re not sure how much more we can do for her here.”

“Already?” You’d only been there a few weeks, after all. Could it have been that whatever Kazuki and Rei had been doing with you had actually set you off on the right foot…?

“I know it seems quick but we are all of the same opinion. I want to stress that it’s never a decision the team take lightly and, of course, she’ll need to continue some of the things we’ve worked on independently, but I do think we should begin to look into what the next step for Kitty might look like.”

“Mm.”

“We wouldn’t ask her to leave or force her out until we knew she’d have a safe and stable place to go to, it’s just you’ll appreciate how our capacity is limited and there are others who need our help. Besides, it’s unfair on Kitty to hold her back, especially after she already lost so many years to those horrible circumstances.” Hikoti sighs.

“I don’t intend to put pressure on you, just to raise it. Ideally, this is when we’d recommend they return to live with family or a trusted friend, but I remember from our initial conversation you were having difficulty in locating any relatives for her.”

Kyu pulls open one of the drawers under the register without thinking, moving a couple of envelopes out of the way until he can see a photograph.

“Funnily enough, Hikoti, I think I might have a lead…”

--

You’re worried when you see Kyu sat in Hikoti’s office – she’d asked you to come by after breakfast. He said you wouldn’t hear from him again, so why is he here? Did something happen…?

“Hi, Kitty.” He smiles, though there’s something different. It’s a genuine one, rather than the sympathetic one from a few weeks ago. “You’re looking really well.”

“T-thank y-you.” You sit down, hesitantly, on the sofa.

Hikoti smiles, trying to sooth your nerves. “It’s okay, Kyu’s here with good news. Or at least we hope you’ll think of it as good news.”

It’s then you notice that Kyu’s holding a manilla file in his hand.

“I think I’ve found your family.”

Your eyes widen at that. Family? It had just been you and your father in your spotty memory. Is it some sort of relative - some great aunt or cousin twice-removed?

“I’ve spoken to them and, if you’re happy to, they’d like you to come stay with them for a bit.” He places down the file and slides it over. “The information’s all in there, if you want to take a look.”

You can’t stop your hand shaking as you pull it closer to you, flipping it open. There’s a document but your eyes focus solely on the photograph that’s clipped in front. It’s of three people – a little girl holding aloft a gold medal with a huge smile on her face, a blonde man to her right, beaming, and a dark-haired man to her left, a cute, but awkward smile on his face. You can’t stop the smile on your own before you look up to meet Kyu’s eyes.

“My family?” You repeat. “T-they w-want me?” You’re trying to contain yourself in front of Hikoti. You have so many questions.

Kyu nods, “If you’ll have them.”

-

Am I extremely cruel for making you all wait another chapter for a reunion?! Maybe... I hope this snippet-style across the days reads okay, I didn't want to rehash a lot of the stuff we already know! Comments, likes, reblogs all appreciated - thanks as ever for your wonderful support throughout this series. Part 13. Ghostdog x

[landinrris]

lando to red bull........say more.......

So this one is based on a prompt I came across on ao3 in a collection (that I now can no longer find based on the screenshot I took at the time). It was originally supposed to be my second big project of last summer when McLaren was in the trenches and had me feeling a bit hopeless... and then McLaren stepped up their game. But I don't think it's completely dead potentially. The original prompt was:

"Red Bull!Lando and Ferrari!Carlos; they aren't together yet and are still pining. Lando thinks Carlos hates him now that they're battling much more directly across teams, but Carlos is just pulling away because he's struggling to hide his feelings- Lando's just so radiant, he can't help it anymore."

This scene would've likely been in the front half of the fic itself even though it takes place in Silverstone. I was... in a place (worse than I am now) when I wrote it regarding Carlos' apparent treatment at Ferrari around the beginning summer races last year. (it's also all I have connected to this prompt right now, so sorry for the slight angst but not sorry for the 1.2k this scene is. I couldn't split it up.)

ask me about a wip!

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They always end up here, laying in one of their rooms just because they can and unloading on each other in a way that’s never quite the same with someone else. Sometimes they get dinner beforehand, but they always end up here: Carlos on his back staring at the ceiling, Lando propped up on his elbow on his side watching on amused as Carlos collects his thoughts.

Carlos has gone silent now while Lando continues to watch him. He’s changed out of his Ferrari shirt, something old and soft in its place that he only ever wears at home and decidedly not in a motorhome in the English countryside. He reminds Lando of when he was at McLaren like this, and it makes his heart ache.

After the fifth consecutive minute spent in silence and Lando watching Carlos’ eyes flutter shut a few times, he starts to think maybe Carlos is just using him to get out of his motorhome. But Carlos speaks eventually, a heavy sigh on his lips. “They’ve switched the dynamic without telling me, I know they have.”

Lando is so startled by the noise, even though he’s been watching Carlos, that he startles himself. “Who did?”

“Ferrari. Vasseur. Charles went on the warpath a few weeks ago after he got penalized post-quali, and things haven’t been the same since.”

“Woah, hang on.” Lando pushes himself higher up on his elbow. Carlos has never mentioned a supposed hissy fit or what’s come out of it. “What happened?”

Carlos rolls onto his side as well, but he keeps his head on the pillow, effectively staring at Lando’s chest. “He impeded two people and got a six-place drop. Daniel and Esteban, I think. He was speaking French with Vasseur, so I don’t know what he was saying exactly, but it was loud.”

“Out of all the languages you know…”

Carlos rolls his eyes. “I know, I know. Since then though, we have not been allowed to fight. Charles has been more angry on the radio. I think the team is promising him preferential treatment to make him happy. To show him how he is their driver they want.”

“Didn’t you guys never have defined number 1 and number 2 drivers?”

“And that’s why I signed and renewed with them. You know how I feel about team orders.”

Lando knows all too well. He remembers the few times they happened at McLaren and the way Carlos looked like the human manifestation of a thundercloud getting out of the car following them. That reaction always made sense to Lando— they’re racing drivers, why are they there if they’re not allowed to race?

Carlos isn’t fuming now though, he’s lying in Lando’s bed in a motorhome in a field in Silverstone. He looks like he’s halfway deflated— the opposite of how Carlos Sainz should ever look.

“These last few races, they have kept me behind, and when I was not behind, they tried their best to get me there. Like they have told Charles he will finish in front of me if the team can help it.”

“What’s Charles said about it?” Lando’s almost afraid to hear the answer. He hasn’t spoken to Charles much lately, especially in the time now since he’s been at Red Bull, since he’s been a direct competitor. Since Charles is officially no longer lamenting to the press that Lando should just move over for him.

“About the change in treatment on track? I have not asked him about what he discussed with Vasseur. Plus I am not sure I care to hear how he thinks he deserves to be in front. I think there will be no contract negotiations then.”

Lando hangs his head and collapses into the pillow beneath him. “You haven’t even talked to him? Carlos Sainz Vasquez de Castro—”

“Ay,” Carlos kicks Lando’s leg as best he can from this angle, the blow landing at the top of his thighs. “He has not exactly come to me and said anything either. Nothing about being sorry for my race or strategy or anything. We used to commiserate about the bad days, and now every weekend is a bad weekend, and nothing.”

Carlos is still watching him when Lando turns his face to look. “So because he hasn’t said anything and you haven’t talked, he’s on board with getting preferential treatment?” Lando wonders if Carlos thinks it sounds as funny as it does coming out of his mouth.

Carlos’ face doesn’t falter though, a bad sign that he’s deeper in his head about this than Lando thought. “I’m not trying to discount your feelings, you muppet,” Lando says, a bit softer. The last thing he needs is Carlos leaving him like this. “Just trying to understand. You two seemed to really get along up until now.”

“It’s been gradually getting worse, and I don’t know what to do, Lando.”

Lando doesn’t know what to do either, if he’s being honest. He never had issues with Carlos at McLaren, with Daniel he was as non-confrontational as he could get, Oscar was much like Carlos, and now he knows his place with Max for the next six months as Max finishes his glory run. 

Carlos has found himself in the middle of one of the most undesirable situations, and Lando’s lost for words.

The man lying across from him is a shell of who he used to be, closed off, light dimmed. The team doesn’t want driver feedback for development. His teammate takes team handouts because they help him. How is Lando not meant to have a poor view of everyone associated with that team when this is what they’ve done to one of Lando’s best friends? One of the people who kept him sane during 2020 even when they were hundreds of kilometers apart.

“The only thing I know is to talk to Fred.”

Unsurprisingly, Carlos doesn’t seem to like that idea. He groans and shifts to lie on his back like before. “I’m going to lose my seat.”

The fear of that coming to fruition is ten times scarier than any thought of Carlos being relegated to second driver mid-season. Lando inches closer to Carlos and debates reaching out to touch him but doesn’t let himself. “Don’t you dare let yourself lose your seat or so help me God, Carlos.” There’s probably too much emotion behind his words, but Lando doesn’t care. Not right now and not about this.

For the first time since laying here, Carlos cracks a smile. It’s small, but Lando couldn’t miss it if he tried. “Why, you would miss me too much?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know the answer.” Because Carlos does, Lando knows he does. Even on their most competitive days, Lando doesn’t wish for anything to be different. Could never. Not when Carlos beats him to pole by one one-hundredth of a second or when he makes his car the size of the entire track. Lando has Max, but he also has Carlos in a way that’s so unlike his other friendships in the paddock. He has Carlos in a way that screams what if we were more, what if we were brave enough?

Carlos looks at him like maybe he’s thinking that in this moment, but nothing comes of it— never does.Lando tells himself he’s okay with that, he is, especially during times like these. Besides, Lando would rather have Carlos as a friend than not at all, so he watches Carlos back and tries to keep his heart rate from spiking when Carlos says, “I do,” barely audible.

[creatchie8]

Yellow Soul: Chapter Two

Amaranth

Chapter Summary: A routine Sunday morning turns unexpected as you and Rhett meet in secret away from your families.

Pairing: Rhett Abbott/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI! Protected PinV sex! Cheating! Religious talk/references to Christianity!

Word Count: 6,000ish

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Breakfast between your parents went better than you expected, not that you had a set list of things you thought was going to go wrong. Perry of course charmed them as always. Whenever he was around them, a charismatic switch flipped and he had them wrapped around his finger. 

You didn’t eat much at the diner though, nerves having you on edge.

Rhett’s words swirled around in your head like stew, replaying the moment over and over again in your mind. You must enjoy torturing yourself. While everyone was talking and eating, you couldn't bear to even touch your french toast sticks. Now, you were looking at everyone else’s choice of breakfast and beginning to get envious of them. 

The sticky syrup was just too much for your throat, causing you to sputter and choke every time you try to eat one- causing you to eat none.

Feeling miserable, you played house the rest of the day at the Abbott ranch, much to your dismay. Every time Perry came up and tried to act all domestic with you, your skin crawled. 

Rhett was nowhere to be found, (un)fortunately. He was not in his room when you checked, nor was he outside in the snow or in the barn. You did not want to ask where he had gone, the actual knowledge might make you feel even more upset. 

His truck had not come back even by the time you had gone to bed, eyes flitting past his dark room as you went to the Perry’s across the hall. Your sleep was little, causing you to toss and turn in that tiny bed with rough sheets. 

You watched the sun rise through Perry’s window. Once it was an appropriate time to get out of bed, you jumped at the chance. Because you did not sleep even an hour, your body was filled with that odd buzzing sensation, making you sick to your stomach. 

To make Sunday worse, you failed to pack a pair of tights to go under your church clothes. It really wasn’t a problem, especially since you packed a pretty wool skirt that went a little below your knees. 

Hopefully they plowed the church parking lot this early. 

Church always makes you nervous. After you moved, you promptly stopped going. No one is forcing you to go now in Laramie. But when you are back in Wabang, you go with your family to keep them happy. It wasn’t like you judged people that did go, but you could name a hundred reasons why you didn't like it. 

But there you were, listening to Pastor James with his bible on the podium. He looked up to punctuate a point, eyes scanning his audience. 

The Abbotts and your family took up the back two rows of the sanctuary, Perry and you right in the middle of a row, second to last, separating your family from his. 

Rhett showed up when you all did, surprisingly enough. Cecilia must have convinced him to go no doubt, not wanting to be the cause of her son’s declined entry to heaven. The close proximity was enough to tense, watching him through the corner of your eye. 

He stayed for a tiny bit, through a few songs and not a moment more before getting up and walking out, ignoring his mother’s quiet protests. His smell lingering by you as his knees brushed yours. 

You watched him leave, chewing your bottom lip between your teeth. 

It was always an adventure at church. One of your older sisters still lived in Wabang with about a dozen kids. Okay, maybe you were exaggerating. It was more like five, but they were all under eight, making it impossible to have a moment of peace. One of the toddlers sat on your lap, babbling something to you while he reached for the collar of your turtle neck. 

He was cute, but you were thankful you decided to forgo hoop earrings because he would absolutely be pulling on them. An older niece of yours ran down the aisle, squealing as her older brother chased her. All the grownups had given up a long time ago trying to control the kids. 

Pastor James’ voice got louder as he started to come to the climax of his sermon, raising a single fist in the air. Perry leaned closer to you, his lips tickling your ear. You kept your eyes glued to the podium.

“You act so good with them.” He mumbles, insinuating your nieces and nephews. He laid his arm across your shoulders, the anchoring feeling from last night at dinner returning. Giving him a side glance and a soft smile, your attention turns back to Pastor James who was shouting now.

“I can see you now, pretty with our babies. Comin’ to church with me every Sunday.” Perry whispers, reaching his hand out so the little boy on your lap can grasp at his fingers. 

It was like someone poured ice water down your back. It was hard to breathe now, all your senses catching up to you. 

Perry’s arm heavily on your shoulders, your nephew pulling on the neckline of your top, a niece or nephew kicking the back of your seat, sickly sweet floral perfume, the heat from the furnace blowing directly on you, Pastor James’ voice ringing through the room. 

Light headed, you grabbed onto the edge of your seat, white knuckling the material.

Pastor James paused, then announced something, his words complete gibberish in your ears. Suddenly, people were starting to stand up around you, even Perry. Looking up, you saw him open the hymn book that was resting on his lap during the last sermon. 

Standing up slowly, you steadied yourself on the backrest of your seat, carefully resting your nephew on your hip. 

As the congregation started to sing, it was your final straw. The hymn book that Perry held was moved so you could see it too. The words were completely foreign to you, blinking to see if they could get in focus. Knees on the verge of buckling, you shoved your nephew at Perry, who gladly accepted him. 

He had no idea what was going on in your head.

“Need to go to the bathroom.” You whispered in his ear, mouth dryer than the sahara. 

Leaning down, you snatched your purse from where it was hanging on the back of your seat. As you walked past your mom she gave you a worried look, so you mouthed ‘bathroom’, eliciting a simple nod from her. 

Pushing open one of the double doors that led you to the lobby you stopped for a moment, evaluating the space to see if it was enough for you to calm down in. Singing voices seeped through the heavy doors and it was still much too hot so you made a beeline for the exit. 

It was still outside, that perfect stillness that you craved and so badly needed. The adrenaline pumping through your veins didn’t let you feel the cold so you just stood there on the concrete, hands bunched in the top of your skirt. You were practically gasping for air, your exhales dissolving in front of you in the form of steam. 

Looking up at the sky, the tiny snowflakes dissolve on your hot skin and create little droplets on your face. Still you were swaying, rocking from one foot to another. Your heart rate started to slow, clearing your head of panic. You did not know how long you had been standing there, but it was long enough for the Wyoming winter to seep through your clothes and skin. 

Too unsure of what could be waiting for you inside the church, you stumble into the parking lot. Perry and your two families also parked in the back, save for your sister who parked at the front so her kids didn't have to walk as far. 

After nearly slipping on a patch of ice, you made it to your parent’s truck. Wiggling all four handles, hoping that they left it unlocked. Next was Perry’s, who you knew did not leave the doors unlocked, but you still tried anyway. Now your hands were frozen solid and it looks like you have no choice but to go back inside the church or freeze to death. 

The latter seemed more appealing right now. 

You hang onto the driver’s side door handle for another moment, tears pricking the corners of your eyes, head hanging low. Trying your hardest to regain your composure.

Head still low as you turned around, back pressing against the freezing metal of the vehicle. Your head tilted back, connecting against the window with a soft thump. Deep blue eyes meet yours and you stop breathing, your own eyes going wide as you see him. 

You hadn’t noticed that Rhett’s truck was still in the parking lot, nor had you noticed that he was still in it. The ice blocks that were your feet suddenly melted a bit, letting your feet carry you to his truck. Only breaking eye contact to avoid stepping on chunks of snow that didn't make it to the pile they had shoveled on the edge of the lot. 

Rhett unlocked the door as you approached, the clicking sound echoing and mixing with the ground crunching under your feet. Stopping before the door, skirts swishing around your legs. Your thumb rubbed over the chrome handle, hesitating a moment before popping the door open. 

The truck smelled like his room, a spicy cologne mixed with raw earth. It was cleaner than you assumed it would be, the gray interior was only frayed in a few spots. 

Grabbing a hold of the handle near the frame, you pulled yourself in, shutting the door promptly. 

Adjusting your skirt, which had twisted around your waist uncomfortably, pulling off your purse and dropping it in the footwell. The silence sat heavy between the two of you, your eyes focused on your hands that twisted in your lap. Rhett was turned in his seat, facing you. The truck isn't running, but providing enough shelter from outside.

“Did you lose somethin’?” Rhett asks, voice low.

“No… Church just isn't my favorite.” 

“Me neither.” He turns back to face the steering wheel.

Silence. 

“Where were you yesterday?” You asked, turning back to the windshield. 

“Out.”

More uncomfortable silence.

“I’m really sorry for going into your room the other night-” You blurted out, glancing over at him, “I just got confused in the dark.” 

The other night, in his bed. The other night, when his touch marked you like a branding iron. 

You only saw it for a second, but you could have sworn he smiled. Lips quirked up the tiniest bit. 

“ ‘S all good. Hope Perry wasn’t too jealous.” Rhett tittered, pulling a weak laugh from you.

“Perry didn’t even notice. He was asleep when I came in.” You laughed, slowly relaxing in his presence. But his brother’s name left a sour taste in your mouth. 

The face you made must've been unknowingly expressive, Rhett now intrigued. 

“What, don’t like my brother?” He asks, a teasing smile on his lips. 

The beginning of strife is like letting out water [as from a small break in a dam; first it trickles and then it gushes]; Therefore abandon the quarrel before it breaks out and tempers explode. Proverbs 17:14

The two of you were never close. It was always you and Perry, or him and Perry. Perry was like the string of fate that connected the two of you together. Never would you tell him that his older brother had made your life a living hell for almost the entirety of your relationship. But after that morning, talking to Rhett like a man rather than the second son of Royal Abbott, made you see that he was changed. 

From that morning you were proved by him that you were not just some silly older girl that he knew, but someone that he had observed from a very young age as a beetling figure in his life. Rhett didn't delve deep into his likeness for you at the dinner table, but you did face sonder sitting in that poorly cushioned lemon chair. 

It wouldn't hurt to tell him, right? He knew Perry’s antics better than anyone, he knew that he could be overbearing. If it wasn't going his way, Lord knows he would do everything in his power to bend it till it did.

So you told him. A lot. Admittedly, more than you should have. 

“... and I don’t even know why I’m telling you this because you’re his little brother!” You finally finished, exasperated and flinging your hands up in the air, the gravity of your situation finally falling down on you. 

He looked like he was weighing his options, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“Sounds like my brother.”

“What?” You falter, “That’s it? That’s all I get from you?”

“I dunno what you want me to say! All he does is talk about you!” 

With those last words, you could feel his breath dance over your face. While you talked, you had unknowingly leaned across the center console. Rhett must’ve not noticed the sudden lack of space between the two of you because he made no move to retreat, his steely eyes locked on yours. There was no more than a foot and a half separating your faces.

Rhett’s eyes flicked down to your lips, which you instinctively pressed together upon realizing. He looked back to your eyes, squinting them a bit to try and read your mind. It was blank, completely silent for once. Just studying how his nostrils flared when he breathed in, how his jaw muscles moved when he clenched his teeth. It was mesmerizing, really. 

“You don’t look at all like how I remembered you.” You whispered, hyper aware of the close proximity, “What happened?” It was a real question, your eyebrows furrowed. 

“I grew up.” Rhett shifted even closer. He smelled good. Really good. 

“Oh.” You murmur dumbly, but it was all you could get out. Your brain was short circuiting, trying to come up with an excuse out of this clearly dangerous situation. Rhett Abbott, three years your junior, was all grown up. 

Your stomach churned as his chapped lips parted, letting out tiny puffs of warm air that landed on your chin. Swallowing a thick lump that got caught in your throat, you tried to think of Perry, you really did. Think of how much you want to be devoted to him, how much he’s done for you. 

How much you feel trapped, how much you want an escape. 

Want. Want. Want. 

“What’re you thinkin’ about?” Rhett phrased it as a simple question, no demanding tone was found in his voice. Was he thinking the same?

I want you, Rhett Abbott.

“I need-.” The words were barely audible over the blood rushing in your ears. You should be ashamed of yourself. Disgusted and humiliated. But you didn't, you only felt a craving. 

“That’s really not good.” Rhett mumbled, closing the distance between you.

“No, it really isn't.” You whined desperately, immediately closing the gap and shutting your eyes. Your body was split in half. One part screaming no, one part screaming yes. 

The kiss was gentler than you expected for the atmosphere of lust that was clinging to both of you. Rhett’s lips were warm and cautious. He tasted like lingering wintergreen gum. 

Hands were still kept to themselves, both brains purely focused on the soft, slow kisses you exchanged. He nipped your lower lip, testing the waters. In response you let out a tiny sigh, which seemed to egg him on. The kisses gradually turned messy, open mouthed, hot, the importance of accuracy slipping away like sand. 

In a sick way, it was freeing. The feeling of Rhett’s stubble scratching over your skin was like a painful pleasure, eliciting a whimper that was swallowed up by his lips. Not even in the early years of you and Perry dating had you ever felt such a feral need to be with him, to feel hot all over. 

You were the first to reach for him. Half blind, fisting his cardinal red flannel, the material soft and thick in your hand while the other was splayed on the passenger seat. Rhett let out a huff of surprise. You could hear his hands move off the center console and he grabbed the lever attached to it, then clicked a crisp noise. He broke the kiss to lift it up, the object no longer in anyone’s way. 

Heavy panting filled the cab of the truck. Rhett looked slightly disheveled. Shirt wrinkled where you grabbed him, lips wet and swollen, pupils dominating his irises. The sudden loss of contact was almost too much to bear.

The truck windows were starting to fog. 

 But, like two magnets you snapped together again, simultaneously scrambling to meet in the middle. 

Everything around you melted away. The kiss, this time with a million times more intensity than your first. Teeth clacked together, both of your hands going directly to his long hair. More desire pooled in your lower stomach as you pulled on it, Rhett awarding you with a low moan as you tugged his dark locks.

He squeezed your breasts through your white turtleneck, his large hands easily kneading them even with your bra in the way. Knees knocking together, he continued kissing down to your jaw, teeth leaving nips but soothing them with his tongue. 

One of his hands shot up and grabbed your chin, forcing your head over to the side as he kissed along what was showing of your neck. 

“Oh my God-'' You hushed your voice, eyes half-lidded and looking up at the ceiling. His mouth threatened to leave hickies, but you knew he wouldn't. Still, the thought of it sparked excitement in you, Rhett marking you up and the thrill of trying to hide it from his brother. 

Your fingers were now carding through his hair, letting out a breathy whine and scratching his scalp when he nibbled at the sensitive skin under your ear. Your core was throbbing so intensely it almost hurt. 

Giving his hair one final tug, your hands trailed down to his chest. It wasn't enough, you needed more of him. Palms dragging down his chest to his abs, the feeling of them flex involuntarily gave you a confidence boost. Granting you enough courage to let one hand trail down to squeeze his thigh, the other cupping his hardening length. 

Rhett leaned his head back from your raw neck and whispered out a plethora of curses as you rubbed him through the stiff confines of his jeans, letting go of your chin. Eyes darting down, you take in a shuddering breath.  

“Can I?” You ask, looking up at him. Your thumb was toying with his buckle.

“Fuck yes.” 

With shaky fingers, you undid the giant brass belt buckle, clinking a very satisfying sound as you got it undone. You only fumbled slightly with the button on his jeans, but after that it was smooth sailing undoing his zipper, his hips bucking up as he heard the noise. He was rock hard and you had barely touched him yet, his gray boxers straining to contain him.

Normally, you avoid the size conversation when possible. You don’t even like to encourage your friends to tell you the size of the men they had one night stands with. 

Truthfully, it just depended on your skills. Even the smallest guys can make you feel good if they know how to use it. 

With that mindset, you were still shocked when you pulled his cock from his underwear. 

It wasn’t like he had the biggest dick you had ever seen (one time your roommate chased you around the house with her phone in her hand, begging you to look at the dick of some rando she met on Tinder).

You dragged your palm down his length, circling your fingers around it and testing the weight in your hand.

“You’re gonna kill-” Rhett starts but stops short. A ragged sigh is pushed from his lungs as you grip his dick harder, jerking him off with more intention. With every upstroke you can feel his cock twitch, his thighs tensing on the downstroke. 

Looking up at him sends a quiet shiver down your spine. Freckled cheeks flushed, the tiniest beads of sweat gathering on his brow. It was a sight that made you drool.

 Rhett was watching your hand, seeming almost enamored by your movements. 

“Kiss me.” Your words come out shaky and soft, barely getting Rhett’s attention. His eyes are half-lidded when he looks up at you, blinking before leaning towards your lips. 

The kisses were messy. Mouths open and tongues sliding easily against one another, neither one fighting for dominance as you continued your rhythm on his cock. 

“What time does church end?” You ask, muffled.

“Eleven forty-five.” Pause. “We still have time.” Rhett replies between kisses.

When you finally pulled away, a string of spit connected your mouths. Rhett rested his forehead on yours, his eyes still closed. It burned against yours, his lips parting and letting out ashamed whimpers. You are fascinated at the sight of his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, the veins bulging on the backs of his fists. 

“Fuck- I want you inside me. So bad.” You whisper, your lips barely brushing over his. Your hand stills, awaiting his response. 

Rhett groaned, the noise coming from deep within his chest. You didn’t even notice that he opened his eyes till he was pushing you back with a hand on your knee to the passenger seat. Watching as he lowered the console with a soft thump and with shaking hands grabbed a shiny foil packet out of the top compartment. The way it glinted between his rough fingers flipped your stomach as everything became less hazy and more real. 

“I- I am on birth control… I just-” You started, trying to explain- something? You weren't sure where you were going with this thought. 

“ ‘S alright, safer this way.” He glanced up at you through his eyelashes. 

“I’m so fucking wet.” You announce softly, your thighs squishing together, feeling your slick soaked panties spread wetness everywhere. 

A feral snarl was ripped from Rhett’s throat as you said that, the noise startling you. His hands gripped your sides, pulling you impossibly closer as he bit your bottom lip. You gasped and he pushed his tongue in, renewed with vigor to have you around him.

“Where-” You exclaimed as one of his hands gripped your upper thigh, “-do you want me?” He was now massaging your ass though the wool skirt, calloused fingers digging into your tender flesh. 

“Backseat.” He muttered into your mouth, giving your bottom lip tiny nips, “So no one can see us.” 

You nodded and pulled back reluctantly, watching Rhett tuck himself back into his boxers.  It wasn't easy to hold your excitement as you shifted back into the passenger seat eagerly so he could lower the center console. He leaned over it, grabbing his Stetson from the backseat and tossing it on top of the dash. 

If you weren't so fired up and full of lust right now, the sight of Rhett clumsily climbing over the console with his jeans unbuttoned would have made you laugh out loud. But right now you could only think of relieving the awful ache between your thighs.

Rhett’s fingers flexed on his thighs after he was satisfied with where he was, looking at you with an expectant gaze full of passion. 

Without thinking, you turned so you were facing the fogged front windshield, bracing your upper back on the seat and lifting your hips up. Shucking your skirt up and over your thighs, the cold air wrapping tightly around them. Your fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, just simple and plain, before pulling them off. Cold hit your dripping core, pulling a noise from your throat as you shivered slightly. 

You tried to ignore the growing damp spot in the cotton as you crumpled them up before opening and shoving them into Rhett’s almost overflowing glovebox. 

You kicked off your flats, leaving them in the footwell full of melting snow before hauling yourself over the barrier. Rhett reached a hand out which you grabbed instinctively, his palm warm and a tiny bit sweaty from all the activities done so far. 

With your hand now in his, Rhett took the opportunity to pull you into his lap, almost not giving you enough time to settle your knees on either side of his thighs. It almost was too much, being this close to him. Sure, earlier you two were kissing and breathing the same air, but now it seemed… personal. Real. 

Rhett’s hands went to your lower back, his fingers slipping under your top and skimming along your skin. 

Reaching down, you fanned your skirt out around the two of you, letting it fold up near your hips and drape down Rhett’s legs. He watched your motions, palms connecting with the tops of your bare thighs and rubbing upwards, making your pussy throb intensely. 

He hadn't even come close to your dripping core and you were already incredibly desperate, letting your head drop onto his shoulder to your right, biting back broken sobs. 

You about cry when he completely bypasses your pussy, his hands busying themselves with taking off his jeans, slipping them down to his knees. Rhett’s thighs are warm against yours, flexing when you settle down on them again. His weeping cock rested against his stomach, looking painfully hard. 

The condom stretched over his thick cock and you couldn't help but gawk, hands becoming sweaty. 

“He won’t know. No one will. I promise.” He said with assurance, but even with this display of confidence, you could see right through it. See that he wanted you so badly but was wary of the consequences. His lips brushed against your ear where you still held your head against his shoulder, kissing your cheekbone. 

Something about the false sense of certainty in his voice rose your own, a warm glow of determination flooding your body. You lifted your head off his shoulder and nodded, licking at your dry lips. The corner of Rhett’s mouth twitched into a smirk, something so devilish you wanted to smack it right off his face. 

He grabbed his length with one hand and your hip with the other, urging you forward as he shifted down a bit to come right under your pussy. Spitting into your palm, you grabbed his dick, spreading the thick saliva over him in place of lube. You would have paused here if you weren't in a time crunch. The reasonable part of you would have tried to stop, tried to tell you that this was the most irresponsible thing you have done in your entire life. 

But you were in a time crunch, at least that is what you told yourself as you lowered down, whole body rejoicing as the head of his length swiped through your wet folds repeatedly. He was hot, leaving a trail of fire along your needy cunt.  

Truthfully, you had about an hour left until church was over and everyone would come streaming out of the building. 

Rhett pushed his hands under your skirt and dug his fingers into your ass, blunt nails cutting into the soft skin. The tip caught on the notch of your entrance, pulling a gasp from you. You lined him up right, sucking in a deep breath through your teeth before slowly letting it out your nose as you sank towards the base. 

Rhett bit out a string of curses as you engulfed him, jaw slack.

It made you dizzy, the stretch of his dick filling you up, your slick coating him as you went down. You paused halfway, trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach. It wasn't long till you eased yourself around his length fully, trying to get your tense muscles to relax. Immediately, you reached down and rubbed your clit, praying that the pleasure would quickly override the uncomfortable reach. 

“God, you’re so fuckin’ tight.” Rhett grunted out as you started to move once you felt you were accommodated enough. You looked up at him and let out a weak chuckle, all the moisture in your mouth evaporating. The easy glide of your pussy was making each thrust effortless, bottoming out sending stars through the base of your spine every time. 

 He was so goodamn fucking handsome, looking up at you like you were a goddess, worshiping you by kneading your ass mercilessly.

After a while, your thighs started to burn. It was an achy pain that only fed the pleasure.

Moving your fingers from your clit, you ground down on his pubic bone. The wholeness of his cock knocking breath from you, feeling like the tip was pushing against your cervix. It was sore in the best of ways. His hips bucked up slightly, chafing your engorged bundle of nerves and making you whimper at the friction. The pleasure making you dip your head to his neck and wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“You feel so, so good.” You blurt out against his neck, lips moving over the sweaty expanse of his skin. Unconsciously, you were still riding him, partially helped by Rhett fisting your hips and slowly thrusting upwards. Your fingers tangled with the hair at the base of his neck, tugging with each lazy upstroke that filled you to the hilt. It was practically heaven.

The heat tingled all across your back, marking you like little pinpricks of fire. After pressing a lingering kiss to his neck, you raise your head to look at him. Rhett’s head was back, laying on the head rest with his mouth parted to let out barely audible noises. 

His eyelashes were fluttering, so long and thick, it made you jealous. 

“So good, so fucking good.” You babbled, willing yourself to regain the speed you were at before slowing, breasts bouncing and hardened nipples rubbing roughly against the fabric of your nude bra. Rhett smacked your ass under the skirt, the sting making you cry out, a jolt of white hot pleasure slicing through your belly. 

“ ‘m gonna mark you up, make that pretty ass of yours so fuckin’ red-” Rhett growled, drawing back and spanking you again, the sharp sound ringing through the heavy air along with the increasingly louder wet sounds coming from where your bodies joined. 

“Rhett… oh fuck-”

His name tasted familiar on your lips. You thought it would sting like a rattlesnake bite but crying it out in pleasure washed your mouth with a tangy sweetness that mimicked the strawberry rhubarb pie that was made as a staple of spring. 

Year after year Cecilia would make it, setting a hearty slice down in front of you and her boys. Giddy, you would kick your feet while stuffing your face, washing the flaky crust down with cold milk. In this memory, Rhett sat across from you, much like dinner a few nights ago. Secretly, you shared a smile with him, watching as he grinned back, the crimson goop sticking to his teeth in odd spots. 

Perry did not like strawberry rhubarb but hated being left out, so it was something that you and Rhett shared. Even up to your teens, you'd bound down the stairs, Rhett already crowding the kitchen, giving you a smile that seemed as easy as breathing. 

A harsh nip to your throat brought you back to reality. You were suddenly hyper-aware of the humid air making all exposed skin sticky and hot.

The heavy skirt was doing nothing to muffle the sounds beneath it. Your vision was getting blurry, Rhett’s name mixed with moans tumbling from your mouth. 

Another crack rang out, followed by a taboo sob being ripped from your throat. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, the composure you once held now slipping away. 

Slipping away felt like you were drowning in a sea of hot bliss, and you were doing everything not to go under. Weakly you grasped at his chest with your free hand, the other still knotted in his silky hair. 

“Does Perry know you’re this dirty? That your cunt gets so fuckin’ wet when you get spanked?” Rhett had a ferocious gleam in his eyes, nails scratching down your lower back. 

His words ignited a fire that burned just below your skin. Perry did not know, and you were positive he never would. Selfishly, you never wanted to share this discovery with him. It would be Rhett and your secret, just like a strawberry rhubarb secret. A dessert only loved between you and him, something that Perry would never understand. 

“No- fuck- no he doesnt.” Your heart was beating out of your chest, threatening to explode. The exertion was making your thighs quiver, riding him becoming less calculated and more messy as you tried to keep your eyes open to watch him. Rhett growled at your words, his nails pressing crescents into your soft skin.

Your brain had turned to mush, all thoughts leaving your pretty little head as you gazed at Rhett through a dreamy state. His eyelashes fluttered, blinking up at you. 

Somehow, you managed to gain enough strength to release his button-down, hand clumsily shucking your skirts up even more. The pads of your fingers messily draw abstract shapes to try and stimulate your abused clit, frantically trying to snap the taut rubber band inside of you. 

Rhett saw what you were doing and swatted your hand away. Before you could protest he ground the pad of his thumb into your clit, overstimulating you in the best of ways. 

Head rolling back onto your shoulders, you yelp at the force, reaching out to steady yourself on the backrest behind him. 

It was only a short minute until you were hyperventilating, dropping your head forward so your chin was to your chest.

“I’m coming, I’m coming-” You gasp meekly, “Please don't stop, dont-” Your eyes were scrunched shut, the band so close to snapping.

“Look at me, let me see your face.” Rhett pressed his thumb harder, his voice cracking on the last syllable, he was close too. You obeyed, pathetic embarrassing whines spilling out of your numb mouth as you forced your eyes open to look at him. He held your gaze, white teeth chewing on his bottom lip while his cheeks were flushed a dark red, blotches trailing down his neck. 

Unexpectedly, the band snapped and you doubled over, slouching against his chest. It was magnificent, all of your nerve endings becoming live wires as flames of pleasure licked at your body, Rhett’s name on your lips.

 It was better than you ever had before, the feeling of complete and utter bliss right down to your bones. The high left you shaking and gasping. Rhett rocked you through it, pressing kisses to your clothed shoulder. He was holding your hips still as he fucked you, the feeling of your fluttering walls getting him that much closer to his own release. 

“Where- where do you-?” He asked hoarsely, thumbs rubbing the burning skin of your hips as you came down from your high.

“Inside.” You whispered quietly, still in a heavy brain fog of lust.

That one word was all Rhett needed to have a spark ignite in his chest again, pounding into your sloppy worn out pussy with enough force it made you wrap your arms loosely around his neck, trying to hold on. You were still wet enough so his dick just eased in and out without a problem, heavy breaths and wet slapping noises filling your ears.

Rhett grunted harshly, his hips stuttering as he came, pressing your ass down to the hilt so you were filled up with every last drop. If it was even possible, you felt even more full than before. His dick twitched inside of you, filling up the condom. 

The feeling made you moan, prideful in the way he gasped and pulled you close, your name quiet on his lips like a prayer only for himself. 

Loosening his grip on your body after he was done, you yourself almost fully recovered but exhausted from your orgasm. Rhett was a vision, blissed out and quiet with his eyes closed, loose strands of hair stuck to his face. 

You didn't want to leave. For once you enjoyed closeness, letting Rhett pet your back as both of your highs wore off. But you needed to go, as much as it pained you to pull away from his body, the only thing keeping you warm from the Wyoming winter. 

-

Later, when you’re walking out to the parking lot again, this time hanging onto Perry’s arm, you scan the parking lot for Rhett’s truck. He wasn't there. Of course he wasn't there, you heard him drive away after you gathered your things and left. 

Not daring to look back. 

Guilt settled deep in your stomach, tugging on your heart when you met up with Perry in the lobby you fled. His face lighting up and pulling you close to him. 

In the bathroom you had tried your best to wipe away Rhett’s scent. By the time you were done scrubbing the soft skin of your inner thighs were rubbed raw. 

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[calxvace]

domestic tsukikage

"Great now everyone in your company calls you Mr. good at everything" Tobio casually complains as he closed the door to their apartment, this has been his thing ever since he knew that Kei was so popular on his work to the point where someone asked him on a date.

"Cut it off, I’m tired let's just change and rest" Kei responded hanging his coat on the rack beside him. Tobio smiled as if he got a million-dollar idea on his head. "they're wrong though, you suck at kisses"

Tobio chuckled as he escaped the scene because he knows Kei would stare at him like he wants to tear him apart, first because he is tired and anything annoys Kei and second, he hates it when Tobio mocks him. "haa? says the one who bit my tongue trying to get a oui kiss!"

Kei shouted across their hall just enough to be heard by Tobio, the other was just giggling on their room as he was changing to comfier clothes. 'fell right on the plan' he thought. "just say french kiss Kei it sounds weird plus you're the one who can’t keep up!"

Kei tugged his hem as soon as he got out of their room and closely stare on his eyes, "let's see who gasp for air first" Kei spoke as if it was going to be a battle on the court, picking it up Tobio smirked and led the way to their couch. "brings me back to high school, 3 sets?"

Since their first few months of dating back in high school they've been having this thing where they treat everything as volleyball, Kei suggested this due to Tobio being really slow when it comes to relationship things. Hugs? they challenge each other on who will let go first.

It’s the same with other forms of affection and eventually it just faded out as their relationship was strengthen with the time they spend together "no I’m the one to sit on your lap, I just did a bunch of paper works or maybe you got too weak to even carry me on your lap?"

Tobio snickered, he wanted to be cradled plus he can easily lead Kei while he's on his lap. Old habits never die, Tobio always wants to make Kei shut up whenever Kei speaks about his flaws on affection but this time he wanted to feel new things—just them switching places.

"Fine Tsuki, I guess you're tired that means I have a higher chance to win" Tobio chuckled as he stopped Kei from removing his glasses "wear it so you can see me clearly" Kei just did as he was told, he was tired really and he doesn't want to spend more energy arguing

Adjusting their position, Kei rested his head against Tobio's shoulder "tired already? we haven't even started yet" Tobio asked teasingly leaning back to Kei's head "I know your plan Kageyama, we've been together for few years, just ask me to kiss you"

Tobio giggled as he wraps his arms around Kei's waist "ahhh you saw right through me, I really just wanted a kiss but you seemed a little bit tired so I kinda mocked you to challenge me" Kei laughed at the way Tobio was speaking, "you're always like this"

Kei faced Tobio looking at him so tenderly, he planted kisses on the other's forehead down to his nose, cheeks and his lips "I told you, I’m fine with you kissing me anytime and anywhere" Kei assured his lover for the nth time, knowing Tobio this is what he wanted to hear

"I’m yours Kageyama, you're entitled to do so, ah just don’t do it when I’m shitting on the toilet that's gross" and with that their laughter filled the room entangling each other as the both of them adds whatever it is for them to prolong this moment.

"This is why I chose to be with you for the longest time Kei, I love you" Tobio caressed Kei's cheeks and leaned in for a tender kiss. Kei kissed back but it wasn't as soft as what Tobio did.

"A-air!" Tobio pushed Kei's shoulder gasping for air, he lowered down his head trying to breathe "i love you to Kageyama but I win" Kei announced standing up from Tobio's lap. "Now Mr. loser go cook our dinner as a penalty"

Tobio gave Kei a dirty look but deep inside he knew this was gonna happen. after all Kei always wins—even his very own heart. "Yes Mr. good at everything but be careful i might put some poison in it" he jokingly said while heading to the kitchen

"Doesn't matter, I’ve been poisoned since the day I met you" Kei replied while preparing his laptop "don’t give me that look I know you put love poison on my energy drink back then!

[sophisticatedgia]

Change is coming. I can handle it.

I've reached my goal weight of 139-140 lbs. I am 5'7. That is the lowest I'm going to go. Ideally I would love to be 129 but I'm not 25 anymore. In the past, anti psychotics made me gain a lot of weight. I got up to 181 pounds on risperidone. Abilify has helped me lose some of the weight gained on anti psychotics. My beginning weight, before anti psychotics, was 134. That's ok. I don't need to go that low. I am happy. Now, I must maintain this weight. I am ok and positive with being anything under 144. This is my sensation of myself and comfort within my own body. I am not saying one cannot be comfortable or happy with themselves at higher weights.

Lately I've been eating broccoli, copious amounts of protein bars and bananas, once regular Mac and cheese, occasionally sweets but in small portion, and "Amy's" vegan tv dinners.

The foods I've dropped are oatmeal, taco bell, and chips w cheese and sour cream. I used to eat tons of chips cheese n sour cream. And tons of bean and cheesy rice burritos extra jalapeno sauce. My unsafe foods are noodles and chips, burritos and French fries. And Im wondering if oatmeal provides me with too much fiber tho it's incredibly wholesome and comforting.

Lately I've been highly caffeinated. Tomorrow is day one, one caffeinated beverage per day. Tomorrow is going to be day two of me not picking and peeling my hands and fingers. I am looking to God to help me with all this and more, and to maintain my goal weight. Our Heavenly Father can feed my appetite with his loving solace when I want to binge and purge. I am recovering from bulimia and binge eating disorder. Was anorexic in my younger years.

I luckily haven't had an oculogyric crisis in about a month or so. Thank you God for this peace you've bestowed upon me. I know there may be battles yet to come, that I will endure and overcome.

I am wearing my white touch screen gloves in picture. It is polite to do so and soothing for my hands. An anon message told me that I was disgusting for not taking precautions with my hand issues. I am now taking anons advice and doing the best I can.

I walk with my backpack everywhere I go because I'm prescribed Benadryl and hydroxyzine for when I have oculogyric crisis, and never know when one may happen. I keep my sparkly gold wallet in there and a few rose quartz. My sleep schedule is so good, and oculogyric crisis is something I can handle, so I don't believe I will be switching to vraylar(a more expensive new anti psychotic) I don't like change, especially if it includes insomnia.

My boyfriends been very sweet and manning up. What I mean by that is he is doing what he said he would do, giving me a deep tissue massage every other night. He has begun to cease his irritations and behaves more enduring and patient with me. We love each other very much.

I thought to myself , oh October first, it's my chance to escape him! Every beginning of the month is a possible plan to leave him. But I don't want to. The tenderness between us is holy.

I may keep reblogging some quote on here about hands gentle as snow. Because I'm trying to have compassion towards myself and heal my hands. I'm trying to see myself as somebody worth taking care of properly, in a mature and healthy-not scary-manner. Gentle , tender , sacred .

I know it's rude of me to say I may leave him, but if push comes to shove i shall. I don't want to though. I want to be with him forever.

Ok so I saw my parents the other day and brother and dog. It was a good visit. I got the 🦇 bat 🦇 leggings as previously pictured from mom. They are super soft. I helped wash my dad's bedding, did the dishes, took out recycling, threw away trash around the house, swept the kitchen. And spent quality time with my dog, buddy. It was a nice visit tho short.

I wish I could be a good daughter so badly. They think good of me. But if I were truly good I would move back in with them and help them everyday. I chose my mate. Like I said he recently got a Mohawk and that's my fave haircut on men. He looks so sultry. Can sultry be used to describe a man? I mean he's smokin hot!

Ok. I am fearing the change ahead of me, but with faith in my own goodness and Gods love for me, I shall do what Im able.

I want to say if my relationship gets worse, I will try therapy again. If I keep picking my hands, I will try therapy again.

I am going to be a healthy , humble , sophisticated , imperfect woman. I believe I am ADHD autistic. My psychiatrist says that I very well may be autistic. But they don't do tests for that there. Tests are overstimulating or nerve-wracking for me anyway.

Sorry for writing so much but two mutuals seemed to miss my writing.

Today my walk to the vape shop was so nice. The clouds swirling white and blue in tender waves of slow motion. I think my fave colors are truly white and blue. And grey, black, brown. I'm getting a pink neck scarf though. Cus princesses wear pink. 🩷

Thanks for reading or jus looking at da pix. Love yall. You are precious. You are sacred. Never give up on yourself.

[nolita-fairytale]

living on a remote island with sirius & raising baby harry together (remote island au)

au headcanon where you and young!sirius black flee the country to live on a remote island and raise baby harry instead of going to azkaban

pairing: sirius black x fem!ravenclaw reader

warnings: none.

a/n: ok so hear me out: i thought that this is the last part. but then. i had some ideas of how this remote island au would fit into the storyline of hp so i may write two epilogues (one where it lines up with the hp storyline and one fluff happy ending).

thank you again to all who have read, liked, reblogged, and commented. there's an instagram account called @aendthesea and this is what i feel reader, sirius, and harry's lives are like on the island. check it out if you're a visual person like me.

part one | part two | part three |

there's a letter in the kitchen of the cottage from your father that explains that it's not safe for you to meet up with your parents yet. you must wait a full two weeks to make sure that you haven't been followed and you're sure that you destroyed the armoire correctly.

when sirius finally comes to a few days later, he's expecting to wake up in azkaban. boy, is he surprised to find himself overlooking the mediterranean as he makes his way out onto the back porch.

"what did you do?" "sirius, i couldn't let you go to azkaban for a crime you didn't commit. remus helped me. he wasn't the traitor, sirius he-." "i know. it was peter. the traitor. that bloody rat."

your conversation is interrupted by the sound of a baby crying. as you emerge from the house with baby harry in your arms, sirius falls to his knees in grief, the events of what happened coming back to him. he knows that it means james and lily are dead.

there's so much grief but sirius grieves more openly than you. he grieves for his best friends. for baby harry. for the life he was almost condemned to.

waking up in the middle of the night to sirius having nightmares.

sirius has major survivor's guilt.

about a month after you settle in, you receive a letter from dumbledore. remus has gone to him for help. he will keep your secret and help cover it up, as long as you agree to let harry come back for school. you both oblige willingly and figure, it's a problem for future-you-and-sirius.

moving from the safe house to a home inside of your parents' villa. while not pleased that they've practically become grandparents overnight, it takes one look at harry for them to fall absolutely in love. and they make great babysitters.

adjusting to life on the island takes time but sirius is beginning to warm up to being only a short walk from the beach.

roaming the island sirius in his animagus form (he is a wanted fugitive afterall) and becoming known around town as the girl with the black dog.

giving in and finally marrying sirius because, you know, for the diplomatic immunity, of course.

having a competition of who can learn the native language fastest, then competing with each other who can learn the rest of the languages that line the coast of the mediterranean.

once it's safe for you and sirius to venture into more mainland territories, sirius begins exploring in his human form. sirius continues increasing his new language skills by reading sleep training books in the native language, after baby harry regresses and refuses to sleep through the night.

sleepless nights because you two have a freaking baby.

sirius really brings a whole new meaning to 'speaking in tongues.' think: sirius speaking french in bed and then all of a sudden he switches to greek, italian, or turkish. he's got a real knack for it too.

baby harry is bilingual, that is, until sirius begins teaching him french. can you imagine a harry potter raised in the mediterranean?

enjoying a slow life filled with simple pleasures: walking to the beach, eating slices of melons & fruits under the warm sun, and sunday sauces that simmered on the stovetop all day long to pure perfection.

keeping an herb garden, pulling lemons straight off of the trees and making lemonade for the three of you.

family beach trips with lots of sunscreen involved. baby harry absolutely loves the water and as he grows older, you practically have to pry him out of the ocean to get him to come to dinner.

while you take up photography as a hobby, sirius finds an old piano that someone's just left on the street and takes it in. he takes up his old hobby, playing the piano and humming along. singing and playing lullabies to harry omfg.

having a long conversation when harry first calls sirius 'dada,' and deciding how you'll tell him about his parents. debating whether or not you let him call the two of you mum and dad and questioning what lily and james would've wanted. you decide to let him choose when he gets older, what he'd like to call the two of you.

sirius has a phase where he wants nothing more than to give harry a sibling to play with, but you know it'll be too complicated with him being a wanted man. he's fallen head over heels for harry and for being a father, but you feel it would be irresponsible to bring your own child into it.

"gods, you're so beautiful. c'mon, just think about it. harry and a little brother... or little sister." "sirius, i-, we're barely twenty two! i love being harry's godmum more than anything and i just-, i don't know." "bet you'd look so good carrying our baby too, love." "sirius... damnit. we can practice if that's what you're getting at." "always, my darling. always."

also, does anyone think about how the marauders would've only been 30-32 when harry began hogwarts, yet they were played by grown ass adults in the movies? just me? ok, cool.

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[mistyheartrbs]

vengeance thoughts

-i think the writers forgot mercedes became a vampire at the end of s4. rip queen you were a character of all time

-did we need to hear nedley say the word "rizz"

-karen knox of barbelle (2017) fame as the villain...i love you incredibly tight-knit canadian television community

-obsessed with the scene where they contrived an excuse for dominique provost-chalkley to speak french, sexily, despite it adding nothing to the plot.

-honestly my favorite callback of all the callbacks was The Goo. i remember The Goo. i remember everyone's angsty wayhaught theories about The Goo that never came to pass. and we finally got that angsty gooverly vs nicole fight everybody has wanted since 2016

-wayhaught sex

-hellhound designs were cool as hell tbh. i love you practical effects

-i liked how waverly and wynonna essentially switched places by the end - wynonna settling down, waverly seeing the world - and especially how that tied into waverly's arc in s1. she starts the series being held back by the expectations of her tiny town and nicole expands her world beyond what she could have dreamed of, but you can only rely on one person to do that to a point. eventually you have to make the choice to keep growing and keep changing yourself.

-not sure how to feel about doc's death? it did make me cry a little but it just felt like kind of a weird choice to do something so needlessly dark and sad when especially with the emphasis the show had on hope and love prevailing at all costs. it cheapens the s4 finale in a way i don't necessarily like (something which is very much exemplified through the final shot - paralleling the lovely "everyone welcome" ending shot of the series, where it was a capstone on a story that was defiantly, beautifully kind despite being about a woman who kills glowy cgi monsters with a magic gun, with a so-so "but demons please knock!" joke). kind of feels like doc himself in a way - something dead, dragged back to the surface a few too many times.

-that said, i couldn't tell if jeremy's "we're going to fix this" bit was about tracking down lafferty or bringing doc back? they definitely left the door open and since andras is very openly gunning for s5 it would be weird for them to do it without doc. so i wouldn't be surprised if they did a "the gang journeys into hell to get him back" arc if/when s5 happens (<- said the exact same thing about dolls in 2018)

-waverly in a gay little suit

-all in all absolute return to form for wynonna earp - i've been watching buffy for the first time and it was great to watch wynonna next to it, truly the heir apparent. quips and mcguffins and absolutely heartwrenching character work and beautiful women on my television screen. monster of the week i hope you never die

[lavender-z-love]

Highway to Heaven

Mark Lee x Black.FemReader

Genre: Smut, Idol!boyfriend AU, Virgin!Mark AU, SoftDom+Sub!Mark, Switch!Reader Fluff in there♡

Warnings: Seggs and lots of seggs, spelling and grammar errors! (Give me time, to go through a few couple times to make sure everything is good👍. I was rushing to post this 🥲)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/n: This is the final part of my little 3 part Smut series. I know, the 2nd part was written wayyyyy after the 3rd. I wanted to make sure I felt it was good before posting it. Anyway- have a good read. Im also using Mark's Korean name every now and then in this x reader.

A/N 2– PLEASE READ: If you see the name 'Kaneki' dont be alarmed, I was also wrwriting another X Reader for 'Kaneki' and his name keeps autocorrecing into this x reader. I think ive fixed all the errors, but I could be wrong.

Wordcount: Im thinkin 2500k? I'll count later ♡

Part one: Baby don't like it.

Part two: Here.

Part three: Angel.

Mark squeezed your thighs as they were wrapped around his thin waist. Slow and steady kisses pressed onto your neck. Your nails dig into Minhyung's shoulders as a soft moan leaves your lips. There was no suprise how Mark felt about you in this moment, so you weren't shocked when you felt his longing pressed against you.

Though Mark stopped kissing you. He pulled away from your neck, smiles wryly "S-Sorry.."

"Don't apologize, it's perfectly fine." Mark's eyes stayed on you, thoughts racing at high speeds—

'How can I please her?'

'Can I make her climax good enough?'

Your back hit the soft mattress with Mark soon to follow. Your heart almost burst out of your chest— thinking of some places where to touch Mark. Thinking where to touch Mark to get him hot. Even though this was your first time together, the both of you were willing to go further and beyond for one another.

Mark unexpected, who seemed to not know anything about sex, knew exactly what buttons to push to turn you on. "Can give you a hickey here?", he softly asks

"Do what you want Kitten", you whispered.

That nervous demeanor of Mark's begins to dissolve, having a confident one replace it. Maybe too confident, you'll see why- "God you smell so nice.." Mark licked and kissed the bite mark he'd left to soothe the sweet pain he had produced.

"Did you put perfume on?", he asked in between kisses.

You nod, holding him close as your fingers run through Mark's hair. So soft you could play in his silky locks for hours.

"Yes of course baby, is it too much?"

Mark pulls away and smiles at you. Leaning in for a quick kiss before answering you. "No, not at all. I love it." The both of your lips tangled together. Heated bodies pressed against one another. Mark's tongue, against parted lips in small licks against. French kisses deepening the passion, your bodies even more molten together.

His hands searched and wondered every inch of your clothed body as he soon began to tug at your top.

"Can I?", he whispers.

"Go for it" ,you say giving him the green light, his lips find their way to your cheek. He kissed you a few times before allowing you to sit up, taking your shirt and lifting it over your head. He set it aside before laying you back down again.

His eyes darted towards your chest. Leaving his face breaking out in a red glow. 'This is so lewd' He was thinking what to do..and how to touch you; not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable or awkward. Still admiring your bronze glazed breasts, you reach out and grasp Mark's hand, bringing him back to reality. You lead his hand to your chest, having his hand cup your clothed breast.

"Y/n.."

You giggled, "Kitten, you can touch them. I promise I won't bite, unless you want me to." Teasing, winking at him. Mark averted his eyes from your flirtatious gaze.

"I just..Don't want to mess up, or make you feel uncomfortable-"

Mark pulls you close a bit to where he is able to reach around you and fiddle with your bra hook, sliding his delicate fingers underneath it. "Mark, look at me. It's your first time, we are bound to have awkward moments and mistakes. But thats apart of the process. Lets have fun with it, Okay?" Mark presses his forehead against yours, letting out a puff of air.

"Yes. I suppose you're right, Y/n. I wont think about that. I'll just think about loving you." Your hands find their way to his cheeks, pulling his face lower to place a kiss upon his nose. "You're so stunning- I don't know how I managed to control myself around you" ,He confessed

"Well, tonight Mark- you don't have to control yourself. I don't want you to, give me everything." Your boyfriend nodded and gently continued to kiss you. "And you Y/n– dont hide anything from me either", Mark commands in a husky voice.

"Fuck Mark, when you talk like that—", you mumble into his lips hungrily, "I'll show you what a slutty Minx I can be."

Mark breathes heavily at those words, his pants feeling tighter, "Yes Y/n, I'd love that." Your delicate hands feeling on your boyfriend's toned chest, tracing his abs. You tug on Mark's shirt pushing him back, causing him to naively tilt his head in confusion then realized what your goal was.

He the pulled his shirt up and over his head, discarding it into the corner. Admiring his toned body, your cheeks flush as Mark leans back on to you. His actions quite appealing to you— the way he'd done that, he seemed so confident. Though- thinking about it, how could disposing of an clothing item be so enticing?

Minhyung firmly placed his hands on your hips, hoisting you up and further on the bed. "God your skin is gorgeous."

"Mark..." ,You muttered. Feeling his lips kiss your cheek. The his hands still rest on your curvy hips. Caressing your thighs as they compress against his sides. He stopped at the waist band of your pants. "Yes?" ,He asked pulling away from your cleavage. "On the bed-"

"Huh?"

You quietly laughed, "Get on the bed." Mark was a little hesitant, he wanted to stay on top of you and do most of the work. Mark got off of you, letting you get up. He was going to just lay down, though you didn't give him a chance to. You pushed him down, climbing on top of him.

"My turn, let me treat you."

Your fingertips, traveling to his neck and caressing his face. Your eyes locked with Mark's lips and his eyes to your lips. Having convinced him you were going to kiss him, you pull away leaving him hungry for a kiss. Making way for his neck, only to hover and breathe against it. Eventually you final gave in nipped at his neck. "Tell me Kitten" ,You spoke between little bites, "Where do you want my lips?"

He lightly moaned, clutching to the bed sheets. "I want your lips on my lips of course-"

You smiled, "In due time, you must be patient. Foreplay is essential, I want to tease you just a bit baby."

Mark smirks, "So, this is what I signed up for?" You nod, "Im afraid so kitty.." , brushing your thumb against his plump lips. Your free hand wandering along his body. Abs toned, like a captivating art piece. Mark's tan skin soft, some spots with scares, each telling a story behind them. However, each making you fall more in love with him and his body. Your hand stopping at his zipper. His voice hitches, your boyfriend now sitting up to see what you were doing. You getting off of him and now placing your hands along his waist. You slowly unbuckled his belt, now watching him as you did so.

Such a sweet angel like him, what a lustful and hungry look he had in his eyes. Now that his belt was on the ground, you tugged at the button on his jeans leaving one last thing to undo. You slide off of Mark and onto your knees. Mark, now under a spell, still watching your movement. What you do next really had him wanting to just throw you down and pound into you. Your body coming closer to his torso, placing small kisses right below his belly button. Mark released a heavy breath..

'Haa.. she's so close to my–' he thinks to himself. He bites the inside of his mouth in attempt to hold back tiny moans. Just the thought of you being close to his cock began to set him off. Feeling up and down his waist, peppering kisses along his lower torso– surprising him by finaly unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear. Enough to where his member sprung out. Suddenly at the sight of if it you were a bit intimidated.

Mark was a bit embarrassed especially with you staring so much. "Y-Y/n you don't have to. I promise, I can just–"

You quickly press your lips to his, silencing him. "Mm-mm, I am– Im just trying to figure our how you're going to fit inside me" ,you nervously laugh in attempt to lighten the mood. "Even so, I don't mind going down on you Y/n– show me what to do."

"Next time baby boy, this time–".

You pause as you grasp Mark's length. His eyes shut tight, his warm lips part as you extract a moan from him. You begin pumping him, slowy just to get him used to it. You didn't want to drive him crazy, well...at least not yet. "This time, Im in Charge." Back to Mark's length— Slowly and steadly, you licked a stripe starting from the underside of his Cock and up to the tip. He shivers, as his hands grasps the sheets. Giving his head small kitten licks, observing his reactions and how sensitive he was.

Once you got the idea, your nose was soon touching Mark's torso. "Y-Y/n!" So trapped with pleasure, his cries never complete make it out. Tossing his head back in pure ecstasy. His Adam's apple bobing as he attempts to catch his breath.

"S-Slow Down!" You pull away whiping the saliva that began to build up.

"Baby, I am going slow" ,you chuckle. He glares down at you. Such a beautiful view, he'd only seen in dreams with the both of you. Up until now those dreams were made reality. Those siren eyes you return the dangerous gaze up at him. Those nails of your, gripping his thighs enough to make crescent-shaped marks. Licking your plump lips. Mark's face burned deeply and so did his ears. How erotic this was, he'd think to himself. Wanting to hid his face away.

"Here-" ,You grab Minhyung's hand and place it to you side of your face, "You can hold my hair and help control the speed if you want" ,You explain.

Mark noded a little embarrassed to say something, and you began to work your magic again. Once again, introducing that long, slow, Lick along his shaft to ease him back into it again. Both hands gripping him this time. Slowly pumping him, your lips parted as you swirled your tongue around your boyfriend's Tip.

As a reaction his fist grips your hair, hypnotized by your actions he sharply exhales. "S-Sorry you just, caught me off guard-", he explains while releasing your hair. You hummed taking his member fully in your mouth. Like torture to him, it seemed like you were teasing him, though you just wanted to make him feel extraordinary. Adding to the pressure, the pleasure- Slurping and Sucking, with occasional swirlings of your tongue making him see stars. Your head bobbing up and down as your tongue grazed the underside of Mark's Cock. His eyes study you, fingers intertwined with your hair, bundling it all up into a pony tail. Just trying to hold back,"Y/n– You can stop, Im close.."

You hummed, sending electrifying vibrations through him. You unlatch yourself from Mark, strings of saliva connecting from your lips to his Tip. Once he'd examined that, the pressure he'd been holding in his gut was starting to unravel. A burning sensation from him was getting heavier. You began pumping his messy cock in on hand before taking him back in your mouth. Driving him insane, forgetting your hair was still gathered up in his fist— he pulls you further onto his cock, with every tug, your nose touching his bellybutton. Saliva was also building up like thin strands of thread on the underside of his shaft. Your saliva dripping onto the floor, dripping down your neck and even littering on your clothed breasts; glistening in the moonlight.

Letting him guide you at a steady pace. Swear words find themselves falling past his lips. Mark leaning back, dazed. Voice like honey, moans and gasps feeding you. He sounded so good, You wanted to make him sound like this everyday. Mark's sexy orgasm unraveling itself bit by bit.

With one buck of his hips and one last time pushing your head down onto him, "F-Fuck.." ,He purred. As Mark's sweet cum painted your throat white you felt him twitch in your mouth. Finally coming back to his senses. He quickly realized, "Im sorry Y/n! Are you okay?"

You nod, covering up your mouth with your hands. Mark furrows his brows confused, until he realized– "Wait! Y/n– you don't have to.." You swallow all of him, of course he seen it. If Mark's face could turn any reder his head woukd explode from embarrassment.

Mark, helps you up and to your feet, only to push you down onto the bed. Pinning your wrists above you, his breathing was heavy. "You drive me crazy..you know that right?" You smile,"I didn't know until now." Standing up, fully disposing of his pants and underwear. Minhyung pulling you by your legs towards the end of the bed. Tugging at your skirt and panties, disposing of those too. You help by reaching around and uncliping your bra.

"You had your fun, now its my turn". Mark purred, looking down at you. His lips find their way to yours, and his hands once again; exploring every square inch. His hand finding its way between your legs. Your arousal was evident, you were drenched from getting Mark off so bad you were practically dripping. As Mark's fingers running along your drenched folds, he studies your facial expression. You grind against his fingers, signaling you want more.

Mark takes the hint, pressing his thumb against your bud. This coaxing a loud wail from you. After making friction between your grinding and Mark's fingers rubbing against you, he pushes a finger inside you. Once again gaining a sweet sound from you. Your hands shoulders, gripping onto them. The sound you made causing Mark's cock to twitch with excitement. His eye darkening at the sexy sight of his beautiful girlfriend underneath him.

Hypnotized by your beautiful cries, he suddenly acts. Adding another finger, whilst attacking one of the two buds on your chest. His tongue, assaulting your sensitive bud leaving it glistening with his saliva. Truely sending you to heaven and the two of you hadn't even actually fucked yet. With your back now arched, your hands leaving Minhyung's shoulders and sliding up to his head and gently gripping his platinum blue roots.

"M-Mark! W-Wait! Im gonna finish- I don't want to just yet..",You pleaded. How was he so good and this was his first time? You had no idea, and honestly...pretty sure he had no idea. Mark slowly removes his fingers from inside of you, bringing his wet digits into his mouth. Pulling them out with a pop following. Licking his lips, before his eyes dart down to you. "You're so sweet y/n",He mutters.

You bashfuly gazing back at him in an attempt to catch your breath from the delightful foreplay you'd just received. Your boyfriend reachinging into a nightstand, pulling out a pack of condoms.

"You were really planning this out, huh?"

"I told you, Y/n, Im ready to give you my all."

Digging through the small box, he pulls out a few small square packets it his hand. You scoffed, "Baby, do you need so many?"

Mark sheepishly smiles,"Better safe than sorry, you know?"

Your boyfriend, who's now opening the little packed replied chuckling with a slight hue over his cheeks. Mark, now rolling the condom onto his length.

"Do you want to take control Mark?" Mark declined, "Show me how its done first" ,he flirted. You giggled, pushing him down before straddling him. "Get comfortable Kitten." Your boyfriend nodded as he placed his large hands on your thighs. "Feel free to take control when you want, okay?"

He nods and you begin. Gliding your folds against Mark's cock. With anticipation, his nails digging into your soft thighs as he watches your hips swivel. You bite your lip fighting back your cries wanting to hear your boyfriend's voice. Slowly ingulfing him in, though not all of him. You sat there for a bit as the stretch was a little painful.. soon the pain subsides and transforms into pleasure.

You leaned down onto Mark, bare chest to bare chest..rising and falling, his cock twitching already. His hands slightly pushing you down onto his cock.

"Y/n, you're so warm" ,your boyfriend moaned. "And you—" ,you had to take a breath, "You're so fulfilling.." Mark's eyes fixated on the erotic scene in front of him. His hands now on your ass, pushing you down a bit further. He sat up to get a good look at you up close.

"Fuck.. your body is absolutely beautiful" Mark groaned, now pushing you down onto his cock completely. Thus making you cry louder than before. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck. Mark gazing up at you with his hands still on your ass letting you adjust.

Your boyfriend sprinkles kisses on your chest, before having a field day with your breasts. "How do you feel Y/n?" ,he asked looking at you with a hungry look. "I'm fine Mark." Your boyfriend happily smiles, wrapping his arms around you. "G-Good.."

Your eyes shut tight, finally having the courage to move. Pushing Mark back down, you began with a steady and slow tempo. Satiny coils down to your sides; glued to your beautiful tanned skin because of the sweat. Your face of pleasure; eyes closed and mouth gaping. Mark with one eye shut and the other watching you, his lewd face handsome and on display for you. With every bounce, your breasts follow— giving him something delicious to gawk at if you don't fuck the shit out of him.

Your hands on his chest as support, curling up and scratching your boyfriend in the process. "Fuck...Y-Y/n" ,Mark grunts. Enjoying the feelinging of being sucked in and squeezed, pulled into you was overwhelming. It was taking every ounce not to cum so quickly.

"H-Hm? Is it too much kitten?" ,you teased.

Mark's His hands so hungrily reaching out to you. Finding his way to your clit, rubbing it in circles. Sending shocks of arousal throughout your body. Suddenly feeling Mark's dick burrow deeper into you. You screamed at the action adding on to the pure bliss.

Fucking into you as he gripped your thighs to help him steady his pace. The sound of skin colliding slowly building up becoming louder and louder every couple of thrusts to the point where you couldn't hear it past your moans. Seeing stars as your eyes rolled back into your skull— Thinking of nothing but the feeling of something filling you up over and over again. Mark helping you ride out your orgasm, as well as building up on his.

You were being fucked senseless, so early on into your Valentine's Sex session. "M-Minhyung! W-Wait!!" Were cries that managed to fall past your soft lips as your walls clamp around on your lover before you. Your legs shaking violently, your back archs and head thrown back.

"Oh Baby, You look so P-Pretty like this.." ,Mark Woo's. Massaging your thighs, letting you return to reality. Heavily breathing as you lay against Mark's chest.

"You okay?"

"Yes..I'm Okay.."

Gentle rubs on your back, comforting you.. somewhat lulling you to sleep. You spring up realizing. "Oh my god!"

"What?"

Your face flushes. You cover your face with your hands, using them as a shield. "What baby? Tell me whats up. Was I not okay?"

"No! It was the opposite! I-..I finished too fast!"

Mark sits up, now eye-level with you still settled on top of him. Gently holding your hands, he peals them away from your pretty face. "Hey, weren't you the one who said It would be awkward? That pur first time together wont be perfect?"

"Yes but..I wanted to hold out for you."

"It's okay if you don't hold out...well, It Just tells me what a good job Im doing", he flirted. Making you giggle with sudden spring of kisses peppered on your neck.

"I guess you are doing well, you've managed to come this far."

"You guess? Want me to do better? I do have one tally for making you 'cum' this far."

You were lifted up and put onto your back, the both of you now in missionary position. Mark held you down against his sheets. Your dark hair was littered everywhere as you looked up at him and Mark, as he looked down at you.

A soft and warm, yet intense gaze– Seemed like nothing would put a hold on the sexual tension between you two. Your chest hot with desire. Leaning in closer to you. The feeling of warm breath heave against eachother—

"Oh..Haha, you've got jokes".

Mark chuckles, pulling your body somewhat onto his lap as he readied himself to fill you up once more.

"Uh-huh, Jokes and galore", he says with a cute smirk. Without warning, you were filled to the brim with Mark's length. Your eyes widened with the sudden feeling and voice so loud you were positive Mark's neighbors could hear everything.

Mark's grip, tugging on one of your hands while the other grips the sheets. His lips nipping, kissing, whispering things into your skin as he watched your pleasured form.

With your free hand you cling to the velvety sheets. "Ngh! Fuck.. Minhyung–"

"Hm? What's that? Kitten got your tongue, Y/n?", Mark Teased. He leans onto you, kissing your chin, and slowly going down your body. Your neck, collar bone..and breasts.

His steady thrusts, speeding up with the sound of skin getting louder too. Marks lips wrapped around your nipple, as he pulled you by the wrist. The combination of his tongue going at it on your breasts + Mark filling you up, quickly sending you over the edge. Your nails now finding solace in Mark's bicep.

His other arm wraps around the arch of your back. Holding you there- after having fun with one nipple he moves on to the next. "Mark! Mm! Oh my g–" a string of cries leave your lips as your boyfriend's pelvis slams into yours.

The feeling, Tension of Minhyung's cock ravage your insides building up, leaving you speechless. Without announcement Mark pulls out, yanking the condom off and planting his seed all over your stomach.

Your orgasm that was just being built up began to die down. You sighed with disappointment feeling the sweet end leave your body. You began to sit up only to be pushed back down onto the bed.

"Hey, where are you going beautiful? I can feel you're on your second orgasm."

"Its not that big of a deal—"

With a sudden motion, your legs pulled apart. Pushed back by the pit of your knees. Mark kneels before you, eagerly looking at your pussy.

"Damn, Look how messy you've gotten. Let me clean you up a bit."

His tongue now licking a long, wet, warm stripe along your slit. Firmly gripping plush thighs, Mark pulls you onto his lips. Making out with your pussy vigorously. Tasting every inch of your cum that had leaked out of you.

Mark stepping back to look at your face, as he found joy in your expressions. Wondering why you were so quiet, to finding you covering your mouth.

He grabs your hand, holding it down to the bed. In a teasing tone,"You can pull my hair if you don't know what to do with them." Like you'd told him before the two of you got busy love making.

"I forbid you to hide your cries Minx. You're loud and expressive earlier. Don't hide now", he mumbles against your pussy. He drags your soft digits to his locks, letting your fingers latch on before continuing to eat you again.

Feeling the need to help that pressure build up again, taking your fingers amd playing with your clit. Mark feeling disappointed that you needed to do it yourself. Mark removed your hand, replacing it with his.

Your hips rolling on Mark's finger and tongue, eventually reaching that sweet end goal. Your legs vibrating around Marks head as you cum. Still Stimulating you as you reached the end.

Your pretty cries so loud, like music to Mark's ears. Felling him smile against your pussy as he laps up your juices. Rubbing your thighs to help soothe the slight aches. "Beautiful Y/n, Such a beautiful Minx."

Mark gently lowers your legs, kissing your calves as your toes point. Allowing you to come down from your high. "Fuck Kitten...You're good. Really good." You slur hungrily.

"Yeah? Good, cause' I'm not done yet gorgeous." Marks says in a low tone; his eyes clouded by love lust. "Not done?" You ask, ready for more. Your boyfriend who'd been a virgin, shy and now confident as ever. Though you weren't complaining, he was so hot like this.

"Could you please turn around for me Y/n?", he asked as he helped you to your feet.

"Since you asked so nicely", you flirted with Mark as he twirled you around. Mark now unwrapping a new condom and preparing himself for you.

On your hands and knees, you wait for Mark to position himself. As he does so, his hands slide up your waist and up your hips. His alluring voice in your ear, "Are you ready?"

His voice melting you, you nod leaning into the sheets. "Minx, don't lean that way– come here.."

Mark helping you up, you stayed on your knees and Mark right behind you. "I wanna try like this–"

His chest against your back.. Sweat making your skin stick together. One hand of his holding your hip and the other holding one of your wrists. He guides your hand over his shoulder and rests it on the back of his head. Gently kissing your shoulder as he slides inside you again. "A-Ah!"

Mark's hand now with a mind of its own making its way to your breast, and fondling it. Your head thrown back onto your boyfriend's shoulder as he grinds against you— thrusts into you.

"Damn...You feel so good, you're so beautiful—", he whispers.

"Mark– I don't think I'll be letting you sleep tonight."

"Me either–" The two of you share a kiss as Marks hips move faster. Your mouth agape more, having lovely noises spill out.

"–I can't seem to get enough of you."

Written june 28th

[suzie-shooter]

Finally caught up with the Screaming Meals Indy GP commentary, so have some highlights:

The fact that they spent the morning with James taking sexy shots of Clem emerging from a pool is just - asaljdgkfdk.

C: Yeah, it's my backbone, well stiff. Yeah, nah, I've been walking around with a little bit of a kink. J: Hardly unlike you on any normal day mate, walking around with a bit of a kink.

C: Obviously Marcus starting off P11. What's new? J: Prince of P11. Fuck me, if I had a dollar for every time he's started P11. P11 or P13, he only deals in odd numbers.

J: I can sort of lubricate the process for you. The learning process, take you through that sort of, we're going to go in pretty hard.

C: Marcus, the biggest dur-brain on the football front, if you could say. J: Not just on the football front. C: Well, no, on plenty of fronts.

J: I tuned into the SidePod earlier this week - the bastard's wearing my shoes.

J: We were all a little bit - let's say distracted by the events of the afternoon. C: Bamboozled. J: Yeah. Shitfaced.

J: He's quite a fit looking young man.

C: Have we got a lot of content to talk about? J: No not particularly mate which is somewhat intimidating for sort of junior commentators like ourselves, but veterans in the sport of talking complete shit  so I'm not feeling too nervous about it.

J: Has [Sting Ray Robb] noticed that the front of his car doesn't look the same as when he got in it? C: Hey, I've made that mistake a couple of times there. (his little giggle kills me)

J: I thought I'd throw that information in there to sound intelligent, but if it turns out to be false then I'll look like a real dick.

C: I think he's been dadooshed from behind. J: It's always difficult when you're not expecting to be dadooshed from behind.

C: Marcus has picked up 2 spots, he's now back to P11, and it's same old same old for Marcus Armstrong.

J: The McLarens all stacked up in reverse order of the team favouritism.

J: [Harvey's] going to feel like an OnlyFans model at the moment, that car's going to be doing all sorts of vibrating.

C: Sometimes it do be like that. J: I forget that you're three years younger than me.

J: We're officially out of tequila now. C: Shit. That's no good....jeez you poured a lot in there!

J:  I thought you looked fabulous (about Clem in the swimming pool)

I love how they switch between ripping the absolute shit out of Marcus to being utterly ride or die for him in the race.

C: A chunderous amount of understeer there. J: A chunderous amount? What's a chunderous amount? Is that a word? C: Yeah. Chundersteer.

J: I've been referred to as motorsport's premier social climber. C: Probably yeah, you could be called a motorsport socialite.

Did Clem genuinely manage to miss the fact there was a live shooter incident next to them in Long Beach omfg. C: Thanks for not telling me about it, 'cause I would have freaked out.

J: He's not learned from his mistake, which is on brand for Marcus Armstrong.

C: We're unlapping! J: Have we unlapped ourselves? (I love that it's a team effort 😂)

No you took a screenshot of Clem's crotch.

C: We got friendship bracelets. J: Yeah, they both snapped within a week. C: Which obviously is not really good omen to our relationship. J: I've still got the beads.

C: Tell you what, I won't be walking straight tomorrow. J: What have you got planned??

C: Palou was like well in front, he's already won this fucking race, I don't know why we're still watching. J: Oh, we've got a few ponies in this race mate.

J: The indycar graphicing system sucks balls.

C (trying on James' glasses): I look quite French. J: You are French.

J: I'm going to sell [Herta] into the Parisian sex trade.

J: You know that meme? C: About? J: ...yeah, a bit broad, wasn't it.

J: I've ordered two brand spanking new pairs of white chinos for the Monaco Grand Prix weekend. I figured I'd keep one pair in my bag at all times. In case I shit myself.

C: That's what Marcus is going to end up with. A willy. J: Huh? C: A willy trim. (Prince William's haircut)

C: Ibiza, great place, I'm going Ibiza. J: Course you are. Scumbag.

C: Sechs, my favourite number.

C: Show us Marcus! I want to see a bit more of Marcus.

J: Careful mate. You're not allowed to not know who people were any more. (ouch 😆. also that went completely over Clem's head 😭😆😂)

J: Mr Double-Fister with the celebration.

[mrvelocipede]

Notes on the multicolored doily

Ovale Decke: Ravelry link, Ramona French charts

Knitted using three colors of crochet cotton, on US size 2 (2.75mm) needles. Finished dimensions about 24x18 inches.

The hexagonal units are reasonably straightforward to knit, although I had some questions about the chart. There’s a triple YO that turns into 7 stitches, which is clearly visible in pictures of the finished doily, but which is charted in a way that looks like it would result in two groups of three and a single stitch. Historic Niebling patterns tell you to alternate knits and purls in the same stitch for those huge increases, but I usually alternate knits and YOs instead. It makes fewer twists in the yarn.

Then there’s a round of purl stitches, and I can’t figure out why. The pictures from the original magazine don’t seem to have them, and some of the Ravelry projects don’t have them either, but some do. At what stage of things was this variation introduced? It is a mystery. I swatched it both ways, and decided to leave them out.

Ultimately, I made my own version of the chart, and used that. Here it is, for the record. In the hexagon chart, I included every round, because there are a couple of things that happen on even-numbered rounds, and I didn’t want to lose track of them. The border charts use the more standard notation of only showing odd-numbered rounds.

The 1x1 cable crosses may have all gone the same direction in the original, but I decided to mirror them, and also to not do them as actual cables. Instead, I did a mock cable that I think of as a Fake Decrease, but which is maybe officially called a Twisted Stitch (or Traveling Stitch?) and which I got very tired of by the time I was at the end of the border. All the border leaves are outlined in these crossed stitches as well. There are a lot of them. Bah.

I made four hexagonal units and grafted them together. Then I put all the remaining stitches onto a 24 inch needle, and considered the border.

The hexagon sides each have 17 stitches. In between the groups of 17, you either add a YO or you don’t, depending on whether that corner is convex or concave. I made a little diagram for both the 4-unit and the 9-unit versions, to show the placement of the in-between YOs.

I used several different colors of stitch markers to keep track of which places had the YOs and which ones didn’t. The YOs eventually expand into the triple-leaf shapes, but at first they’re easy to lose sight of.

I re-charted the border as two parts, A and B, and made a few small tweaks. When you’re using chart A, instead of repeating the chart exactly, you work whichever bits apply: the leaf increases happen at the corners where you’ve added a YO, and the former hexagon sides are gradually decreased away.

So you work rounds 1-8 of chart A, knitting any ktbl stitches through the back loop on the plain rounds as well. Starting with round 9, the part of the chart inside the orange outline gets repeated three times. Those sections get much wider very quickly, and it didn’t take very long before I had to switch to a 32 inch needle. And eventually to wish I had a 40 inch one.

On round 19, there are some places in between the leaf sections where there’s one stitch, and some places where there are two. To start chart B, you need three stitches in between the leaves, so you either do one YO (in between), or two YOs (one on either side). On round 20, I decided to knit those single in-between YOs through the back loop, because they seemed a bit too open and gappy. I suppose that more or less turns them into a M1.

I used two different double decreases, as follows:

The angled double decrease is slip 1 stitch, knit 2 together, pass the slipped stitch over: the central stitch ends up on the bottom of the stack, and the diagonal decrease lines are emphasized.

The centered double decrease is slip 2 stitches together knitwise, knit 1, pass both slipped stitches over: the central stitch ends up on top, and the vertical line is emphasized.

The 5-into-1 decrease goes like this: first you slip 2 stitches knitwise, exactly like you would for a ssk. Knit the next 2 stitches together, and pass one of the slipped stitches over. Then move the stitch over to the left needle, and pass the next working stitch over it. Move it back to the right needle, pass the other slipped stitch over it, and you’re done.

Chart B is pretty much normal lace knitting (except for the interminable 1x1 crossed stitches). After round 31, the marked groups of stitches are gathered with crochet chains in between.

The ones on Ravelry all seem to be diamond-shaped, but I blocked mine into more of an ellipse, and it’s kind of interesting to see how it distorted the central hexagons. Dealing with all the loose ends was exactly as terrible as you think it was. Writing the notes took nearly as long as the actual knitting. Hooray!