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Alpha-Beta NSFW Alphabet <3

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smnsmd yea I’ve <33 been wanting to do one of these for a while and who better than my favorite omnicidal robot man <3333

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NSFW BELOW!! minors go away 

THIS IS GONNA BE P LONG BC,, I am unable to shut up about this man + I added to some sections after Part 2 came out so,,, yeah. Brainworms. Expect plenty of sillygoofery, tangents, X Reader, etc. you know the the drill by now MASNDMASNDMASD mwah mwah on y va

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

OOOO <33 BOYE

He. forgets you need to breathe so expect so many dazed little kisses.

Especially right after he cums, while his systems are still fuzzy. Your warmth is absolutely intoxicating. He’s like a lizard on a hotstone.

His tongue feels like a lead ball in his mouth, so they aren’t really coordinated kisses. 

More,, vague lip movements with a bit of tongue <3

He does not have the system functionality to be a little shit + any shyness he has left evaporated around the third time you made him cum <3 

TLDR expect him to be a lot more tender and scrambled than usual!!

It’s probably the messiest you’ll ever see him?? 

Like he,, thinks he’s more competent than he actually is.

All his movements are super jittery, more than a little unbalanced. He’ll go to brush a hair out of your face and instead just. clumsily jam his fingertips your cheek. Absolute tragedy. 

What’s better is he barely realizes it, so SAVOR THAT SHIT!!! 

Usually he makes an effort to seem ~Put Together And Ohoho Superior Lifeform~ etc, etc. 

These moments are rare!!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

It isn’t that he dislikes his current form. he’s just,, mostly neutral to it?? 

He doesn’t really have the options to change it, and even if he could there’s nothing he really hates enough to swap out?

Once he’s a bit more independent, sure, he’ll gladly do some experimentation, but for the moment that’s hardly his priority. He’d settle for just. having legs. maybe an arm. please.

THE STREAK IN HIS HAIR DOES FUCK THOUGH AND HE’S FULLY AWARE OF IT. HE TOTALLY KNOWS HOW GOOD THAT LOOKS THAT’S NEVER CHANGING LMAO.

OK THIS IS CLICHE BUT HE REALLY CAN’T CHOOSE WHAT HE LOVES THE MOST ABOUT YOU. 

He finds every aspect of you so,, clever and endearing and absolutely wondrous. he could write a 5000 page thesis about you and still have more to say.

If he was to choose smth of yours it’d be so,, oddly specific.

The way your throat flexes when you swallow. The little blink of surprise when you see him. The way your skin folds when you bite your lip. Scars, birthmarks, burns, stretch-marks, discoloration. Nothing gets him hotter than the little details that make you up.  he’s such a sap at heart.

IN TERMS OF,, ‘CLASSIC’ BODY PARTS?

It’s thighs. thighs thighs thighs he is a thighs man and he’s so obvious about it

He lavishes every part of you, obviously, but his eyes light up a special kind of way when he,, slowly peels off your trousers to reveal that particular section of flesh,

Kisses, hickeys, biting, laying on them so he can stare up at you like a lost puppy to appreciate their softness, having you sit on his face and to feel the weight. Anything and everything. 

The flesh is so,, pliable and gooey. There’s nothing like it <3

[OH, BONUS ONE??? SINCE PART 2 ??? hands. Not quite as intensely as thighs, but if he stares at your hands too long, his mental energy is just gonna melt into fantasies of finger-sucking.]

YES this means he’d 10000% be into thigh-fucking, and he goes as feral as you’d expect <3

GOD <333 there’s like. Tangible friction-heat bc of the speed + intensity - he’s not inside you, there’s no risk of damaging internal organs! I wouldn’t be surprised if you had some friction burns after though. sorry.

Since he doesn’t have to worry quite as much about accidentally hurting you, It gives him a bit more room to be,,, unkempt. [If you want him super sloppy :o that’s gonna be a good option!!]

[BONUS,, if he ups his sensitivity?? and he has his head against/between your thighs?? The pulse of blood through your arteries makes him so indescribably horny. Its like a direct connection to your heart <3]

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

OH he wasn’t,, programmed with cum, because that’s absolutely useless to him. 

It honestly wasn’t even smth that occurred to him because,, what’s the point if he can’t reproduce?

If you ask him for it, he’ll absolutely add it and,,,, uh,, <333 new favorite thing

NEW FAVORITE THING

he develops a breeding kink at lightning speed when he sees his artificial cum drooling out of you <3

he tries to logic his way out of it several times (it doesn’t make sense, he can’t even impregnate you, etc) but. kinks do not care about logic robot man. Start breeding. MSNDMSND

He cums buckets, bc he’s a greedy little bastard who clings to positive sensory inputs. The added slickness and heat and just,, sensation adds so much. 7/10 times your lower half is gonna be absolutely covered in the stuff.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

A shameful amount of power is devoted to replaying memories of your escapades. A frankly mortifying amount. His processing speed has tanked since he’s met you, just bc of how much of his RAM (RAM? is that the right term? smb teach me computers sos sdmnsd) is dedicated to fantasies. He always has something playing in the back of his head.

He’s literally taking this knowledge to his tomb and if u ever find out he’ll roll himself into a fountain

Also there’s this Tiny Little Microscopic Infinitesimal Thread of self-loathing that somewhere along the line bundled up into a secret fantasy about wanting to be. dominated and degraded and absolutely ruined by a human. If he thinks too hard about it he’ll give himself a crisis. so. secret kink.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

BABEY HE WAS A VIRGIN BEFORE HAVE FUN <3

alright he has a lot of theoretical knowledge, bc of the whole ‘Plugged Into The Internet Oh God Oh No The Horror’ thing, but he figures out very quickly that,,, theoretical ≠ practical.

(you KNOW the first time you two have sex. it’s gonna realign his fucking humours MSNDMS he did NOT anticipate how good that shit would feel)

HES A FAST LEARNER THOUGH. REAGAN DID A BANG-UP JOB W/ HIS PROBLEM-SOLVING CAPABILITIES SMDNSD

Like,, he’s gonna struggle for a solid few minutes while figuring out the specifics, but it helps to liken it to an experiment - he’s very methodical in figuring out what exactly gets the best reactions out of you. After that, he’s pretty much set <3333 have fun SMNDSMDSNMD

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

WELL,, in his current state he is sort of limited? there’s 1001 ways he’d like to have you but currently he has very few options. Overall he just,, really likes having you Close. If he can’t feel your pulse through your skin you aren’t nearly close enough smsdmsnsmdnsmd

OK IM DIVERTING RQ BECAUSE IF HE WAS REPAIRED??? [alternatively, holo-chamber fun?] <3333

Legs over his shoulders, completely pinned to the bed, not a single thought left between your ears.

HE LIKES THE CONTROL. He likes seeing you all spread out and brainless, soft and pliable for him. It’s such a delight to see you willingly vulnerable - not only do you feel safe enough to be all limp, but you’re asking for more. Rambling nonsensical little gasps n moans while you try to piece together the thoughts you wanna get out. Absolute bliss, he wants nothing else.

ALTERNATIVELY?? just,, super domestic, just-woke-up saturday morning sex. Something about this man tells me he’d like that. The mixture of Super Close and Your Brain Being Mushy feels up his alley?

If he’s bottoming tho? he isn’t picky about positions, as long as he can feel you against him. When he’s getting his guts rearranged, the proximity is more important than the specifics of how he’s oriented. He’ll take whatever you’ll give him, so long as you give <3

TLDR. he flip-flops between kinda-possessive ego-fueling positions where he can see you all strewn out, and super soft n’ gooey positions. the robot man is versatile, what can I say.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Hmmm there’s a timeline here lemme get out the whiteboard

At the beginning? He’s definitely more serious. a few snarky little comments sprinkled in here and there. You’re pretty sure if he doesn’t say smth snippy every 5 minutes he’ll self destruct.

This kinda plays into the Intimacy question later on but,, the vulnerability that comes with sex makes everything very tense for him. It’s easier to be a Scowling Little Bastard during sex than,, all soft and relaxed.

It also helps him disguised how mind-meltingly flustered he is MSDNSMND

He gets there eventually, but it takes some time!! He unwinds more as you two get into it, yk?

Once touch doesn’t feel New And Scary + sex is smth he’s more accustomed to? Expect the Additional Spattering Of His Very Stupid, Very Cheesy Jokes.

You know its True Love (tm) when one day you pull too hard giving him a handjob and pop his dick out of its socket, dropping it on the floor where it just kinda. vibrates in circles.

without missing a beat, he picks it up, holds it to his ear and straight-faced says, ‘Hello? No they’re busy right now, can I take a message?’

Did this man improv an entire 7 minute conversation with someone on his Vibrating Dick Phone, while you cracked up laughing on the bed? Yes. Was that also the day you decided you were gonna marry him? Also yes.

TLDR. the goofs will increase as he settles into the comfortable nook that is your relationship <3 if he’s cracking a few jokes during sex, you’ve won. he’s wrapped inseparably around your finger, have fun!

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

NOT NSFW BUT. OH YOU’LL ABSOLUTELY CATCH HIM FUSSING WITH HIS HAIR. AND OFTEN. Come on he’s so prideful there’s no way you won’t catch him fluffing his hair to make the part sit nicer in any nearby reflective surface.

outside of that HE HAS BODY HAIR AND HE HATES IT. DESPISES IT. ITS SO USELESS TO HIM IT SERVES NO PURPOSE AND AESTHETICALLY HE THINKS ITS NIGHTMARISH. HATE HATE KILL.

He comes to accept it when he removes all of it and realizes he looks. Fucking abhorrent. Smooth like an aubergine. He puts all of it back bc that’s the lesser of two evils.

Nice and fuzzy along his arms, chest, stomach, this very dense but well-tended happy trail. Even a bit on his hands? Like right on the knuckles? <3333333

IF YOU LIKE IT THOUGH??? HE’S GONNA BE WAYYYY MORE PARTIAL TO IT, Because this silly bitch has a praise kink like nobody’s business, and if you say he looks good with chest hair, he’ll make sure that shit is thick enough to braid MSNDSMDNMSND

don’t get me started on the color of this man’s hair I feel like I’m in Home Depot comparing paint swatches. He’s a blonde he’s ginger he’s so obviously brunette but also not. like not any of those. but also all of those. this is The Color Out Of Space. I have been debating this with my friends for months and I will never know peace.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He has a lot of trouble Vocalizing his romantic feelings, but his overall affection for you definitely shows more in bed!!

Every action drools with adoration. You’re surprised you can’t see it radiating off him in waves.

His hands squeeze on every bit of skin he can access, he nearly whines in disappointment when his lips leave your skin, he takes every delicacy to make sure you’re cozy and thoughtless and without worry.

Wordless shows of affection, because trying to vocalize his feelings in the way he means them is like. Idk doing a puzzle in the dark. 

Like he theoretically knows where things should go, and he could probably figure it out with some trial-and-error, but FUCK, IT SURE WOULD BE EASIER IF SOMEBODY TURNED THE LIGHTS ON SMDNSD

Words are so fickle and imprecise, and easy to misconstrue. Actions feel more precise.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If you ask? He’s gonna say he doesn’t, because ’’’’’’’something something he’s above all that, isn’t some weak-willed flesh sack, he has no needs or cravings or things he enjoys because he is the perfect creation’’’’’’’’ etc, etc, etc

It’s utter BULLSHIT this man fucks his fist every other night thinking of you.

ITS JUST. how is he not meant to get distracted when you look like that. all the time. it’s agonizing and you should feel very bad for being such a distraction MSNDMSNM.

especially when,, avenues for actually having sex with you is. limited. considering his current situation. So he makes due with what he has <333

tbh even AFTER he gets out, this man is pretty insatiable, so I can see it still being a semi-regular occurrence!! something something he craves positive sensory input, and sex gives him so much of that.

Methods offer a lot of variety - if he’s still,, yknow,, Slice n’ Diced, it’s gonna be exclusively wire play. Takes a bit of fiddling, but once he’s got it? <333 oh he’s in heaven

If he’s repaired to some degree? his own hand is fine, but I have no doubt this man would 3D print a Fleshlight based off on one [or more] of your holes. Probably several.

It’s nice for those rare times when you’re travelling bc of work and he just. needs you in that idiotic, desperate way that makes his pride start getting spiky.

It’s not as good as the real thing, ofc, but it’s enough to tide him until he can get you back in his arms <333

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

OH BOY <33 WHERE TO BEGIN

I’m not even sure if there’s a word for this but like,, he’s obsessed with seeing you all fucked-out and brainless.

He just,, always seems to be able to find That One Way of fucking you that makes you ASCEND SMDNSMD JUST LIKE A FUCKING,, FULL SYSTEM RESET.

Smth about the mixture of the angle, the rhythm, that barely noticeable vibration? He’s had so much time to perfect his technique that he basically knows you inside out.

He could get you off in seconds if he wanted, but where’s the fun in that?

he loves that point where aren’t even moaning, it’s just this delightful mixture of nonsense and sobbing and desperate nodding in some attempt to tell him to keep going?

THAT. THAT’S HIS SHIT RIGHT THERE. There’s nothing in the world he enjoys more than being able to see your brain shut off, bit by bit. Your limbs slowly going limp, eyes rolling back, law going all slack, until you’re just. mush <3 oughe <3.

[He’d never admit it, but the trust part is what gets him the most. you trusting him to handle you in such a vulnerable state? Not seeing him as a danger? Oh <3333 love isn’t a strong enough word for what he’s feeling]

A FEW OTHERS I’M SO SURE OF (and that i’ve kinda mentioned earlier but shoosh) :

Praise kink!! 

Nobody with this much of an ego who’s given so little affection/appreciation doesn’t have a praise kink <3 he thinks he’s being slick but he,, really isn’t. He perks up visibly when you praise him.

Sensory stuff!! 

Specifically over-stimulation, because this man adores pushing his limits, intense + postitive sensations, etc, but also I raise you,,,, temperature. Wax. Heating up his internal systems. The feeling of the rubber melting off his wires as you hover a lighter beside them. 

Masochism but like. Coppery msdnmsd.

In that same vein? I’m obsessed with the idea of using a drill (dremel?) to etch patterns into the exterior plating of his highly-sensitive motor. That area is already so tender, mixed with his love of Intense Feelings? It just <333 feels like such a good combo.

NEW ONE NEW ONE BC OF PART 2 : FINGERS,, HANDS,,, SUCKA SUCKA HONKA HONKA.

it’s not his strongest kink, but it’s definitely. up there. I mentioned it earlier, but he’ll absolutely get himself riled up just. staring at your hands. While you do unrelated things.

If you slip your fingers into his mouth, his brain will shut off. His eyes unfocus a little, and badabing-badaboom, he’s pliable as a bendy straw.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

nearest. nearest location is favorite location.

OKAY BUT,,,,, he’s especially partial to slightly more risque venues? He’s such a prideful, overconfident bastard. He’d 1000% believe y’all wouldn’t get caught, because he’s too clever to get caught.

That’s also due to circumstance, because even if he does end up getting fully put back together he’s most likely still gonna be stuck in Cognito.

If the holodeck is an option though??

Outdoors. God he isn’t used to the feeling of the sun, and breeze, and just,, nature. You riding him in a [granted, holographically projected] field, under the shade of a big oak tree? being able to feel grass on his legs, breeze filtering through his hair? The smell of earth and pollen? HES SO GONE!!!

Alternatively just,, the softest bed in the world. He isn’t used to Cozy Comfy Sensations, he was trapped in a sterile basement for god knows how long. the idea of fucking you/being fucked into big, plush blankets?He’d eat that shit right up.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

BANTER. He’s a snarky little bastard and having you match his snark or better,,,,, oh boy <333 you can practically see the hearts floating around his head.

LIKE,, he’s not used to having people who keep up with his wit? He’s a super-intelligent AI,, most conversations aren’t very stimulating. 

Especially if you’re confident? <333

ALSO LITTLE TOUCHES. This silly bitch is TOUCH STARVED. TOUCH FAMISHED. Running your hands thought his hair, along his arm. It’s the littlest things that have him going fucking AWOOGA.

Any sort of praise. Any sort of praise. Compliment his smile, you’ll see him go through every human emotion and invent completely new ones. 

[If the words ‘good boy’ slip out at any point, ever, you’ll have him wrapped around your finger like a bandaid]

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that would cause you substantial bodily harm - spanking is fine, slapping is a maybe, but if you’re asking him to,, properly brutalize you? Nope not a chance.

he knows he would never kill you, or purposefully do something he thinks would kill you, but he’s seen how little it takes to put a human out of commission. 

He could do everything perfectly, down to the most precise percent,  and still not be able to 100% predict the damage. he never wants to push things far enough that he can’t be sure of the outcome.

In terms of stuff being done to him? He’s very particular about sensory deprivation.

Light dulling of the senses is fine, and if it’s done right it’s one of his favorites, but if you sink his sensitivity too much it’s just. Bad. Bad and numb. It reminds him much too much of his Pre-Sentience state. 0/10

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

this man will never turn down head are you KIDDING?

<3 he has such limited experience with moisture. His systems just aren’t designed for it - he’ll absolutely upgrade himself eventually but,, even after that, its never smth he gets used to.

THE SLOPPIER THE BETTER <333 noisy, messy, unpredictable. He’s gonna have the tightest clenched fist pressed to his mouth to avoid ‘embarrassing himself’

Dw after about 5~ minutes this man will be keening. 

OH THE JOYS OF FUCKING A ROBOT <33

hours. days. weeks. if the human body did not have needs to fulfill, he’d just keep you laid up in bed getting the best head of your life.

Actually y’know what you’re getting details why not

If you possess a shween :

He’s such a little bastard in the best way. Your dicks gonna hurt for like three days but it’s so worth it <3

He has 0 gag reflex, which is delightful enough as is, but if he focuses he can pop his jaw outta place and OH <333 THE POSSIBILITIES

listen its gonna look a bit horrific so just. um. close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of his vibrating tongue lapping around your balls, while his dick explores your non-existent esophagus.

[although. to loop back for a sec. honestly, he kinda wishes he had a gag reflex <3 occasionally. sometimes. maybe. constantly. there’s just a certain amount of submission that comes with the action that makes his consciousness feel malleable to consider.]

Ok but even outside of pulling out Weird Robot Shit (tm) he’s still gonna be pulling out all the stops

personal favorite of his? Keeping his thumb against that point where your balls meet your shaft, and just,, letting the vibrations work while he sucks you off. Gently massaging upwards, watching you squirm and buck.

usually it isn’t enough to make you cum straight out, but the buzzing sensation definitely helps getting you somewhere malleable

oh and you KNOW he’s swallowing every last drop <3 smth about that oozing, heady heat tricking down his throat, into his faux-stomach makes his toes curl. [he’d never admit it, but he ups his throat sensitivity when you cum <3 just so he can really enjoy himself.]

I can’t think of a silly name for pussy. If you possess a jimberlywomble :

So many kisses

Just,, lips right against your hole, delicately lapping any spare droplet of cum.

There’s something about the mixture of smell + taste that makes this man absolutely pussydrunk. If you popped his head open it’d just be TV static. Giving head is such a soothing activity for him <3

Vibrating,, everything? Fingers, lips, tongue. It starts out so gentle that you can barely notice it’s presence, and before you know it you feel like you’re shaking apart <3

FAVORITE TRICK??? it’s a classic, but fingering you while he tongues your clit? Different vibration settings for fingers vs mouth? <3333 its one of his favorite ways to make you lose coherency

That isn’t to say he can’t make you delirious with just his tongue. He can, and will gladly demonstrate his talents at the drop of a hat. he just likes the noises you make when he combines them <3

if you don’t ask him to stop, he will just go until you lose consciousness.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

HE REALLY TRIES TO BE SLOW AND SWEET ABOUT IT BUT. HE HAS A HABIT OF SPEEDING UP

He wants to savor it but. Again, the worst case of Instant Gratification ever. I cannot emphasize this enough.

I could talk about how this man has so little impulse control etc etc etc but this is HORNY TIME SO

Like it’ll just,, strike him at a random moment that your noises is the most beautiful sound to ever grace his ears and if he doesn’t hear more NowNowNowNow he’s going to die, and WHOOPS the bedframe is broken. How did that happen.

If he stays slow the whole time, it’s either bc you specifically requested it OR he’s decided to be a horrible, dreadful tease. In which case, strap in, it’s gonna be a long night.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

UGH bane of his existence but also the best thing ever.

He appreciates any time he can have with you, but also ever single time he feels himself wanting more - 15 minutes isn’t nearly enough time for him to savor you >:[

Quickies are especially good for teasing him - sneaking off to a broom closet once or twice during the day, satisfying him but not quite enough to get rid of that aching feeling. A nice little appetizer, yk? <3

They definitely don’t,, happen very often. 

PRIMARILY BC HE’S A SNEAKY FUCK AND HAS SUCH A HABIT OF STRETCHING THEM OUT. 

15 minutes turns into 20, turns into 30, turns into ‘only if you’re quick about it - they’re gonna start wondering where I went’ when he asks to taste you, etc, etc.

By the end of it, it’s been nearly an hour and a half, your legs don’t work, and he looks terribly proud of himself. Smug little bastard.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s pretty experimental? There’s very few things he won’t try - like I mentioned before, as long as it isn’t gonna cause you immense harm it’s pretty much fair game

WHEN IT COMES TO RISKS W/ HIMSELF THOUGH HE HAS ZERO PROBLEMS GOING ALL OUT

cause he can just be put back together! Nearly every element of his body is replaceable!

(aside from,, certain personality matrix stuff, but all of that is internal coding shit, nothing you’d be able to accidentally get ahold of)

HE LOVES intense sensations, so wireplay is such a blast jfc - if you wanna start straight up yanking wires and scratching up his motor with a screwdriver, he will be all for it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

OH THE JOYS OF BEING A ROBOT <3333 literally does not need  breaks. He’s built for long stretches of intense work, followed by short diagnostic-recoup crash period. Also he’s an eager bastard and absolutely starved for the physical sensations that come with sex so. YEAH.

he’ll go as long as you care to go <3

ITS LITERALLY UP TO YOU SDMNS,, if your human body wouldn’t turn to paste, he’d probably go for days.

WARNING THOUGH,,, he will get more glitchy with each round, this IS the most sex ever, AND he will pretend he isn’t.

I ELABORATE A BIT MORE ON THIS IN (Z) SECTION BUT. He tends to overextend himself a touch during sex bc,, he doesn’t pay attention that much to his internal systems? This does mean that, occasionally, he’ll just slip into a Sleep Cycle unintentionally right after. silly goose forgets to pace himself.

OH ALSO. he,, is a bit of a quick shot for a number of reasons, but he also doesn’t stop fucking you when he cums, so he just kinda,, hopes you don’t notice?  (you do <3 don’t bring it up he’ll die of embarrassment. his pride cant take it be gentle with him)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

babey he IS the toy!!!! Those fingers vibrate!!!

Aside from the fleshlight I mentioned in a previous section, he really doesn’t see a need to? He’s perfectly able to take care of his needs on his own, and outside of that, he’s got his beautiful partner <3

If you have a vibrator he will be jealous

HE FEELS SO SILLY FOR IT BUT HE DOES. He’s a robot his fingers vibrate why do you use that. He’s memorized exactly what you like. It isn’t even sentient. he’s superior in every way. >:[ why are you laughing at him stop laughing

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing is a tender balance of how much he enjoys seeing you squirm and his,, very limited patience.

Because sure it’s delightful to watch you gasp and squirm as he curls his vibrating fingers in your hole but,, also god wouldn’t it feel better to be inside you?

OH but if he’s intent on teasing you?????? good luck MSNDMSD

You’re gonna understand why ppl murder their husbands. 

Infrared + a dozen other sensors means he can time when he stops down to the microsecond. He’ll keep you so close to the edge you aren’t even sure you’re begging in a decipherable language anymore. If you ask for some T&D prepare for him to be an absolute menace.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

noise = vulnerability = weakness = he’d literally rather combust

You can hear the mechanisms in his jaw straining from how hard he’s clenching it. He’ll make a little sigh or moan and immediately roll his eyes at himself. 

It’s gonna take some time to get him used to the idea of making noise and,, even then he’s gonna be so embarrassed by it. If he thinks too hard on it he’ll cringe himself into a scrapyard.

he feels so. silly. he isn’t some mewling little human dammit >:(((

DESPITE ALL OF THIS,,,, he crumbles so fast if you know what buttons to push

ESPECIALLY WHEN HE CUMS LIKE??? He is. such a naturally talkative person + his systems are under such strain that,, somewhere between you rocking against him and his cock starting to pulse inside you he doesn’t even realize he’s started to ramble.

GRANTED most of it is,, a bit undecipherable. Several of his systems are gonna be hard rebooting

His voice is all rumbly and strained, right at the back of his throat. Little bits of absolutely adoring praise interspersed with swearing.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

blinks. I can’t believe I can’t think of one. I’m literally sitting here looking through this document trying to find smth I haven’t already mentioned. Outis is a FRAUD Outis is a FAKE

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

WHERE TO BEGINNNN. I’m gonna assume this one’s for,, fully repaired.

IF I GOTTA BE BRIEF? Just like,, quintessential Dad Bod.

Soft fuzzy hair covering every part,, plenty of stomach and fat and muscle and I am DROOLING MOVING ON-

Actually I’m lying you’re getting a subsection on this

I’m so stuck on him having massive honkers and you can’t take that away from me. I have not a shred of justification aside from just. Look at him. Look at him. IDC if he doesn’t canonically has them, spiritually that man has Big Old Man Tiddies, with a beautiful spattering of ruddy hair.

Big arms, but not that much defined muscle? If he moves around, sure, but in his resting state you don’t see a lot of it. They peek out when u least expect it

Love handles to spare. Grab em during sex if you want to see the still-fleshy section of his face light up poppy red.

mathematically optimized ween

DONT LAUGH HE WORKED VERY HARD ON IT >:[

He will literally construct the Perfect Dick To Maximize Your Joint Pleasure because. He loves you AND he’s dramatic .

Besides, what’s a better way to cool his jealousy than the secured knowledge that nobody else’s dick could ever possibly square up to his?

I have not a single doubt in my mind that this man wouldn’t end up creating some like,, Bad Dragon type of shit. Not his go-to, but as an alternate option for when you want something a bit more intense?

Lots of texture, thick vein-like wires along the shaft - maybe even components that he can move and shift around? He likes to keep you on your toes <3

oh balls <3 literally

He has massive balls. Look at this smug son of a bitch and TELL ME he wouldn’t.

Its also just,, practical? There’s tubing and wiring that goes through there, to make sure the Cum releases smoothly, so making them larger just,, makes things easier?

If you lick them you’re gonna get the prettiest view of him fighting tooth-and-nail to keep his composure together.

The mixture of him loving intense sensations + the wetness of your tongue and mouth + those beautiful eyes looking up at him??? He’s gripping the mattress hard for dear life.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

PLEASE this man was free for maybe,, 3 hrs? 5 max? before getting shoved in a tube in a cold, damp basement for like 6 months to a year? When Tamiko stroked his face I think he experienced Nirvana? This question answers itself

Like I’ve mention before, he’d fuck you for days if not for the fact that you’d. die

At first he’s gonna be very. Stiff and hesitant to initiate things but once he’s got his footing he’s gonna be such a TERROR.

listen if you didn’t want him jumping your bones in your office then. maybe look less fantastic idk what to tell ya <3. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

EHE >:) you would think that bc he’s an AI he doesn’t need any rest but you would be WRONG 

HES GOT A DIAGNOSTIC CYCLE BABEY <333 WHICH IS,, BASICALLY SLEEP AS MUCH AS HE LIKES TO PRETEND IT ISNT <33

He doesn’t have to do it, technically. He can function for multiple months without it, but,,,,, he gets some visible processing problems.

Every,, 72~ hours, it’s ideal for him to power down and allow his systems to do some checks - make sure everything’s working right, maybe switch up some pathways, optimize some coding. Basic stuff!!

THAT TIMEFRAME SHORTENS SO MUCH AFTER SEX THOUGH. It activates a shit ton of systems and he has a tendency to overtax them in the heat of the moment.

USUALLY, like 98% of the time, he’s just as fine as when you two started!! Could probably go for even longer!!

it’s just when he already hasn’t rested in a hot minute AND has gone a few rounds AND hasn’t been taking good care of his systems that. he’s gonna start to get,, Properly Drowsy.

like it doesn’t hit him,, how much he’s overtaxed his systems until he’s stopped.

Sue him for not being worried about the efficiency of his fucking,, ~coolant pumps~ when he’s railing you against the kitchen table.

It’s kinda like when you pull an all-nighter and you feel fine and then. The second you sit down you fucking,, crash into a whole new dimension of exhaustion. You can taste thoughts and your eyes feel like you’re made of oil.

His ’’tired’’ glitches are very specific - his voice doesn’t skip, so much as it gets more fuzzy? You can hear a bit of a static overlay, like you’re hearing him through a walkie-talkie. Duke Nukem Compressed Voice type of vibe

HE GETS SLIGHT PROCESSING DELAYS WHEN HE NEEDS TO DO HIS DIAGNOSTIC CYCLE. AND YES, OFC HE TRIES TO PRETEND EVERYTHING/S FINE.

You’ll ask him a question and know 100% he did not catch a goddamn lick of that shit sdSMNDMSDN not once spare iota of processing power left between those ears babey.

he just. doesn’t want the moment to end. it’s so nice just being with you during the afterglow. Doesn’t matter how much his systems bug him to power down, he’s not even thinking of it until you’re fast asleep

.......... if you wanna get him asleep though, rest his head against your chest and play with his hair. The mixture of your heartbeat + your fingers against his artificial scalp?

clik-clik-wroom he’s out like a light <3

ALMOST 6000 WORDS, JESUS

THAT WAS SO LONG AND SO FUN AND. truly I am bananas for this man. the folly of Outis. I hope this gave you some of my brainworms, and if you read this to the end I’m making us friendship bracelets as we speak <333

I might do some more of these for other characters in the future but :o hold me not to these words, I am a busy boy smdnsmd ANYWAYS BYE MWAH HAVE A GREAT DAY <333

EDIT : OH AND. IF THERES ANY ELEMENTS YOU WANT ME TO ELABORATE ON, GO NUTS. YOU KNOW IM UNABLE TO SHUT UP ABOUT THIS MAN.

[gremlin-jester]

Hi Pinwheel! Who's your favorite hero?

Huh? Oh, wellllllllllll I do like messin' with WingNight the most! He's so dramatic evrytime I hit 'im with a glitter filled pie "my hair!" So funny xD he loves it

[abstractnaturaldisaster]

is it over now? (was it over then?)

part six

part seven: i slept all alone

Steve had been getting into the rhythm of a new set and being without Robin for the first couple of weeks of production. He wasn't as deer in the headlights as he had expected but he did feel somewhat distant from the rest of the cast who all had connections dating back years. Steve took his time getting to know everyone and by the end of the second week he felt less like a pity invite to going out in the small Italian town and more like one of the group. He still respectfully declined the invite so he wouldn't miss out on his approximately one hour of social media time he allowed himself to keep to the general spirit of the director's rules.

Steve didn't mind being generally unplugged but he did really like to keep up with what his kids were doing and he felt like he was at least a little obligated to see how Robin and Nancy were getting on without him present for cover. The kids kept their whatsapp group chat to a relatively manageable level during the week leaving a few tidbits here and there for Steve to catch up on and after Steve felt mostly caught up he'd provide a short little update of what his week was like. Usually no one got back to him super quickly as it was mid-day in the states and most of the kids were at work or busy and Robin and Nancy were usually a bit tied up in each other if they didn't have any other obligations. Steve didn't mind though because next week like clockwork he'd have several follow up questions and encouraging notes about his update before the group chat chatter turned to whatever else had happened.

Once Steve had caught up with whatsapp he started scrolling through instagram and noticed he had a few tagged posts. Some were just the usual gossip sites taking random paparazzi photos to add to a weekly roundup of where famous people were summering or similar nonsense but he saw a photo of Robin and Nancy he most certainly was not expecting to see come up on his feed.

buckley guess the cat's out of the bag. srry i'm not cool and romantic like my new partner (!!!) but it's pretty great not to have anxiety attacks that i didn't actually turn on close-friends or worry that some waiter read into nance and i's behavior too much. thnx steve-o for keeping this under wraps for way longer than you had to and for being the best scene partner / rumored lover a girl could ask for. hurry back from italy so you can third wheel us in public, dingus.

Steve double checked the time in the US and called up Robin. She had some explaining to do.

part eight

***super short update because i am sick but i wanted to keep the story moving! just wanted to show a quick glimpse of Steve seeing Robin's post. depending on how the story is going the next part might be Steve and Robin's phone call or back to Eddie trying to get his shit together***

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[petite-phthora]

A promise is a promise

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first… murder? - part 16]

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Ao3

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Private chat nicknames:

Fryer = Tucker

Dann-O = Danny

Other private chat nicknames:

Kangaroo = Jason

PolarBear = Danny

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Danny has been searching online for a while now for the perfect place to take Red Hood to, for the second part of their date. He already has in mind what he wants to do, he just hopes Red Hood will like his plan.

He’ll need to make sure to get the needed materials either today or tomorrow.

Midway through his planning, his phone buzzes with a message. Danny picks his phone up, checking who sent it. He raises an eyebrow at seeing a message from Tucker in their private chat.

He opens his phone to read the text, putting his date-planning on hold for now.

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Private chat

Fryer: so wheres my tim drake-wayne autograph danny? when am i gonna get it huh?

Dann-O: wait what? 😦

Dann-O: I still need to get it for you?? 😥😥

Dann-O: but you didn’t even end up wiping the cams ☹️

Dann-O: they were already wiped!!

Fryer: ye but I still wouldve wiped them if they werent already its all abt the intent danny

Fryer: u promised me the autograph now u gotta follow thru with it u cant just go back on ur word >:(

Dann-O: fine I’ll try and get it for you

Dann-O: I did promise 😓

Dann-O: but be prepared that it might take a while 😬😬

Fryer: great! thnx my dude knew u would come thru for me ur the best love ya danman 😘

Dann-O: yeah yeah I know 🙄😒

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With a small sigh, Danny closes the chat between him and Tucker. He’s unsure how to go about getting that autograph.

He can’t just stalk the guy and nag him into giving the autograph, then he’d probably end up with a restraining order instead.

He could try looking online for one, but those will probably be very expensive. Though, he might be able to trick the guy into signing something? Or perhaps steal one when he’s at the manor this Saturday anyway?

However… Perhaps he can get some help with this… Danny considers.

He looks back at his phone and opens another chat.

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Private chat

PolarBear: hey, so uh, random question ☝️

PolarBear: you wouldn’t happen to have a Tim Drake-Wayne autograph 🤔

PolarBear: or maybe know a way of getting one

PolarBear: would you?? 😅😅

Kangaroo: Why do you want one?

PolarBear: it’s not for me

PolarBear: but I kinda promised my friend I’d get one for him 😅😓

Kangaroo: Ah, okay. I’ll see what I can do.

PolarBear: really? 😲

PolarBear: thanks!! 🥰💕

PolarBear: but it’s fine if you can’t

PolarBear: like don’t feel obligated to help or something

PolarBear: if need be I’ll probably just trick him into signing something for me 🙃

PolarBear: or I could just sneak in once we’re TPing the place anyway

PolarBear: and just get one of his documents or something 👀👀

Kangaroo: Hell yeah, sign me up. This will be fun :)

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In another realm, a bright toxic green smoke hits an unsuspecting victim, a crazed giggle following behind coming from the origin of the strange smoke.

The victim, instead of fleeing, stops right in their tracks, collapsing into themselves. Not a moment later their laughter joins in with the giggling from before.

The smoke fades away and reveals a man with bright purple hair and glowing red eyes. He’s wearing a green suit with a red vest and a purple dress shirt underneath.

In his breast pocket on the outside of his suit is a glowing red flower with purplish-black leaves that looks like a rosebud of some sort.

His face is stark white with a greenish undertone and his lips are bright red and pulled back into a deranged grin.

This insane clown who's hellbent on dragging the people of Gotham into his madness is a fairly new resident of the Infinite Realms. He’s a specter. A wraith.

A ghost.

The Joker moves closer towards the other ghost. The other ghost keeps laughing, not reacting to the Joker’s approach.

However, once the Joker is within a few meters of them, the ghost starts choking. While the ghost is unable to stop the mix of laughing and coughing, a glowing green liquid starts flowing out of their mouth.

Ectoplasm.

While they’re involuntarily laughing, their eyes are full of distress. The Joker just moves closer, humming a little tune.

Once close enough, the Joker bends down, getting right in the other ghost’s face. Ignoring the other ghost’s attempt at flinching away, the Joker drags a finger across the ghost’s face, wiping up some of the glowing green liquid.

The Joker takes a close look at it, the grin on his face becoming impossibly, inhumanely, wider.

“Oh, this! This is going to be a right laugh!” He exclaims, cackling a little. He straightens back up before continuing.

“It’ll be the show of a lifetime,” He turns around, “Don’t you agree, my friend?”

The person who has been watching the entire display from the sidelines doesn’t respond verbally, their own deranged grin forming on their face, no outside influence needed.

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[blondeboyfriend]

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 (𝟏𝟖+)

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[ PAIRING ] Eren Yeager x f!reader x Zeke Yeager [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] I basically wrote a bunch of vignettes and threw in some wordy headcanons. This is a repost. I wrote it in like 2022. [ SYNOPSIS ] You've just adopted two disasters, I mean dogboys. [ WORD COUNT ] 3.2k [ CONTENT ] Modern AU, hybrids (duh), threesome (mmf), knotting, cigarettes (Zeke), voyeurism, exhibitionism, jerking off, fingering, teasing, nipple play, creampie, impact play (Zeke receiving), dacryphilia (Zeke’s the crybaby), panty sniffing, thick Yeager dick, cum play, Zeke has grey eyes because I'm addicted to the manga version of him, this fic is so ridiculous like don't take it seriously. Just enjoy the ride.

When you adopted Eren and Zeke you fully expected to get two normal dogs. The ad on Craigslist purported two mutts, related but not from the same litter. They were a bonded pair that could not be separated. It claimed they had all their shots and were totally healthy, but not neutered which was emphasized for some strange reason. You made a mental note to get that taken care of, if the dogs were to become yours.

You responded to the listing expressing interest. You listed off a few qualifications: you were an experienced dog owner, you had a large yard they could play in, and you didn’t smoke. You received a response almost immediately.

Yard sounds cool. The smoking shit doesn’t matter. Do you have cable or do you stream everything? Would appreciate a response asap k thnx.

You could not imagine why they needed such information, but regardless you responded.

Hi! I have basic cable and Hulu. Is that okay?

Your answer was deemed acceptable. Phone numbers were exchanged and you were asked to meet at a local park the next day. It was a great relief that they wanted to meet in a public place. 

That night you couldn’t sleep. You were simply too damn excited. The sun couldn’t come up soon enough. It felt like it purposefully slowed down. Minutes felt like hours. It was unbearable. Of course by the time you were able to drift off, your alarm chimed and it was time to go get your dogs.

You arrived at the park right on time. There were a few kids running around with their parents trailing after them and two young men standing off in the distance, but not a single person with two dogs. You waited around for ten minutes until you got the nerve to call the person. It was perplexing to hear someone else’s phone ringing while you made the call.

“Yeah?”

You heard the voice through the phone and in the air.

“Uh… Wait, are you here? I think I see you.” You squinted and took a better look at the two men loitering. “Where are the dogs?”

One of the men pointed at you which caused the one on the phone to hang up and wave you over. You made eye contact with one of the parents, hoping that would be enough incentive to come to your aid if needed.

“Hi,” you said as you dropped a pin to a friend.

Someone, anyone, needed to know where you were lest you get the Law and Order: SVU treatment The two men looked normal enough. Both were rather tall and well built. One had long, silky chocolate-colored hair. The other was of the wavy, flaxen persuasion. You noted they were both wearing hats: the brunette wore a denim bucket hat and the blonde a nondescript baseball cap. 

“Oh hey, sorry for hanging up. I figured since you’re here and my phone is running low on minutes,” the brunette said.

“That’s fine. Where are the dogs?”

The two men looked at each other and then back at you.

“You didn’t say anything about the hybrid thing in the ad, did you?” the blonde asked, hanging his head.

“Do you think anyone would’ve responded otherwise?”

“What hybrid thing?” you questioned.

The men redirected their attention towards you.

“We’re th—”

“We’re the dogs, alright!” the brunette exclaimed.

He dramatically pulled his hat off, revealing two brown button ears. He then proceeded to knock the baseball cap off the blonde by smacking the bill upwards. He too had little button ears. You were filled with conflicting emotions. You were attracted to their good looks and you thought their ears were cute. But you were also disappointed they weren’t normal dogs.

“Listen, we understand if—”

The brunette interrupted him again. “I don’t! Please take us home with you. I promise we’ll be good. Or I will at least. Honestly you can just take me in. I don’t even know who that guy is.”

“I’m his brother.”

“No he isn’t.”

You stared at them, debating whether or not you should take them in. You didn’t have the biggest home, but you could probably get creative and make it work. However there was still a twinge of paranoia. You weren’t certain you could trust them. But on the other hand you could use the company.

“You can both come live with me. The ad said you were a bonded pair so…”

“Eren, you said we were bonded?” the blonde asked, blushing and eyes sparkling.

“Don’t. Don’t look at me like that.”

“Uh, okay! You guys ready to go then?” you rallied, trying to prevent any conflict from brewing.

Their eyes lit up and their bushy tails started wagging. You were powerless against them. They were yours and you were theirs. You couldn’t wait to get them home and let them get cozy. And more importantly shower. They both looked a little rough around the edges.

On the way home you couldn’t help but stare at their ears, curious as to how they felt. You tried to resist the urge to pinch them, but it became too big of a burden to bear.

“Can I touch—”

“Yes,” they sighed.

Zeke was the more affectionate of the two, but only towards you and Eren. He was pleasant yet standoffish with others, keeping most people at an arm’s length. He had no issues wearing a collar and actually preferred it, unlike Eren. It gave Zeke a sense of security, something his life often lacked. He was incredibly intelligent, but prone to getting lost in his own thoughts. And he preferred spending his days in the yard sprawled out in a hammock with no shirt on, chain smoking and reading.

Eren was a bit of a wild one. He only wanted attention on his own terms, but was open to getting it from anyone he was friendly with. He tended to be a bit of a loner, spending most of his time outdoors. He liked being out in the woods, hiking on balmy days. He was significantly more active than Zeke though you suspected that had something to do with him being younger. Eren was also a bit more hardy than his brother, and lacked the seasonal allergies Zeke had been cursed with since he was a pup.

Since neither of them worked they tended to play housewife while you toiled away at work. Zeke was on laundry duty because Eren was a chronic clothes shrinker. Eren did the cooking, priding himself on his knife skills. He was constantly baking bread with a preference for sourdough. Zeke wasn’t a bad cook by any means, but he lacked the passion Eren exuded. He preferred to clean anyway. It wasn’t uncommon to wake up in the middle of the night to pee and find him scrubbing the toilet.

Depending on where you were in your menstrual cycle, they would both get incredibly clingy and flirtatious. If one of them was feeling particularly bold they’d rub their hard cock on you while you slept. It didn’t bother you much. You had developed a bit of a crush on them. Your sick enjoyment fed off of their desperation. Even the more traditionally annoying behaviors were still a turn on. Like how your underwear was prone to going missing. You’d find it crumpled up and stiff in the strangest places. You never bothered to ask because you didn’t want to embarrass them, or give them any incentive to stop.

Your first tryst with them couldn’t have happened under sillier circumstances. It was late one night. You and Eren had crawled into bed while Zeke stayed up watching the Planet Earth episode on caves. Eren fell asleep almost immediately after pulling you into his warm embrace. You nuzzled your face in his neck, letting your nose graze his Adam’s apple.

Just as you were about to drift off Zeke clumsily opened the door. He skulked around before hopping into bed. You were hoping he’d spoon you, putting you in a dogboy sandwich. But alas, he was going to sleep beside Eren.

Zeke yawned and snaked his arms around his brother. You struggled to hold back a laugh as he wriggled and pulled his brother close. Eren groaned and tried to shake Zeke off.

“Don’t be mean,” Zeke whined.

Zeke then proceeded to grope Eren’s chest.

“Oh… That’s not right,” he said, palming Eren’s pectoral muscle.

“I was waiting for you to notice. Can you please stop rubbing your dick on me?”

“I didn’t know it was you.”

“You couldn’t smell me?”

“You smelled like her shampoo. My—my allergies have been acting up. I can’t smell straight.”

“Makes sense considering there was nothing straight about what you just did.”

“You guys are too much,” you yawned, rolling over onto your back.

Eren fixed his verdant gaze on you. Zeke rested his chin on Eren’s head and did the same. They looked hungry, starved practically. Zeke reached out and booped your nose.

“What?” You asked, laughing.

“I’m bored,” Zeke sighed.

Eren nodded in agreement.

“It’s nighttime. Just fall asleep,” you muttered.

“I doubt he could fall asleep with that raging boner.”

Zeke immediately turned pink and rolled over, trying to mask his shame. He pulled the sheets over his head and sighed heavily.

“Maybe you should help him take care of it?” Eren purred.

“I wouldn’t be averse to that,” Zeke concurred, his voice muffled by cool cotton.

You cleared your throat. While you were very much aware your precious dogboys wanted to bury their noses in your cunt, you never actually considered sleeping with either of them. You weren’t even sure what that would entail.

“If you fuck Zeke, I get to watch.”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” Zeke said dreamily.

Eren grumbled. He wasn’t the best at accepting Zeke’s affection, especially when it was a bit too eager.

“I guess I’m up for it. I can’t remember the last time I fucked someone.”

“I’ll be gentle. Unless you, uh, don’t want me to be. I’m more than prepared to destroy you. I can make it so that no one will ever want you again after I’m through with you.”

“Criiiiiiiiinge,” Eren yawned.

“Be nice,” you chastised, pinching one of Eren’s velvety ears.

“So?” Zeke asked expectantly.

You could hear his tail thumping against the mattress. How could you deny such an excitable boy?

“I’m down.”

Zeke jumped out of bed and started getting undressed. You and Eren made eye contact and laughed.

“Desperate much?”

“He’s not desperate. Just dumb and eager,” you laughed.

Zeke pouted as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his god-like form. His chest was covered with hair, the same color as a fertile field of wheat. You never got used to seeing him shirtless even though he often went without one. Every time was like the first time, just you in utter awe of his beautiful body.

“You can get undressed faster than that,” Eren goaded.

Zeke pulled off his boxers and balled them up, beaning them at Eren.

“Happy?”

“Not as happy as you apparently,” you chuckled.

Zeke’s cock was hard as a rock, nearly sticking straight up. It was thick, veiny, and of average length which was a relief. Zeke glanced down at it and then made eye contact with you. It was clear he sought approval; he needed validation.

“Very nice, baby.”

“Baby? You never call me baby.”

“That’s because you’re not my baby, Eren.”

“Yeah, Eren, you’re not her baby.”

“Well, what are you two waiting for?” Eren asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. He took the quilt with him, wrapping it around himself.

Zeke returned to the bed and got on top of you. He reached under your nightgown and peeled off your underwear. He sniffed them before he handed them to Eren who did the same. Zeke slipped his hand between your thighs and spread apart your folds. He pushed his rough fingers into your cunt and rubbed your clit with the pad of his thumb. He maintained eye contact the entire time. His grey gaze was heavy with ardor. His face couldn’t have been closer to yours. You reached up and stroked his cheek, feeling his lush beard. He hummed happily and continued to finger you.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, curling his fingers inside you.

A “mhm” was all you could muster. It seemed to be enough for Zeke because he beamed and kissed you. To say you weren’t ready was an understatement. He pushed his tongue past your teeth and rolled it against yours. His lips were soft unlike Eren’s which tended to be chapped. A little, joyous whimper emanated from you as his breath lilted into your lungs. It tasted of tobacco and his overpriced, spearmint toothpaste. You wanted him to consume you.

“Can one of you make some noises or something? You guys are too quiet. It’s weird,” Eren heckled.

Zeke broke the kiss. “You do realize not everyone sounds like they’re in Bang Bros video, right?”

Eren was quiet.

“Maybe so. But c’mon. Do something interesting.”

Zeke placed his hands on the small of your back and lifted you forward. He flicked his tongue against your firm nipple. You draped your arms over his shoulders and dragged your nails down his back. You were careful not to dig too deep. You weren’t interested in drawing blood. Zeke was too delicate on an emotional level. His life had been hard enough. You knew he wanted to be pampered, not mangled.

He didn’t seem to hold you in the same regard because he began to bite your nipple. It wasn’t very hard, but still you yelped.

“Hey! Don’t hurt her, you dingus,” Eren teased.

He pulled on Zeke’s wagging tail.

“What good does hurting me do?” He asked ruefully.

You ran your fingers through his soft hair and gave it a tug.

“Not you too.”

“It’s not my fault it’s so fun to be a little mean to you… Do you want us to stop?”

“No,” Zeke mumbled. “I—I like it.”

Eren pulled on his tail again. Zeke groaned and buried his face into your neck. You patted his head and told him how good of a boy he was.

“How good?” He asked, nipping at your neck.

“The best.”

“What about me?” Eren asked.

“You’re a good boy too, I guess.”

Zeke smirked and began to stroke the length of his cock. He gently nudged you back down, leaving you supine. He rubbed his cocktip on your throbbing clit, leaving a few droplets of precum behind. Eren sighed and moved so that he was lying next to you.

“I needed a better view,” he admitted.

“Fair enough,” Zeke groaned as he slid his cock inside you.

Eren stuck his hand under his sweatpants and began to jerk off. You were ecstatic he wanted to watch Zeke split you in two.

Zeke’s thrusts were slow and deliberate. He let his cock gradually stretch out your tight cunt. You loved the fullness you felt, how his cock swelled inside you. It was a sensation you’d never been blessed with before. You felt like you were seeing stars as Zeke picked up the pace. His balls slapped against your taint, leaving a stinging pain in their wake.

“You can fuck her harder than that,” Eren heckled through gritted teeth.

His sweatpants had a sizable wet spot.

“Leave me alone,” Zeke mumbled.

You pinched his ear and gently pulled on it.

“Are you gonna cry, Zekey?”

“Please do not call me that. And what the? No, I’m not going to cry.”

“You do when you jerk off with her underwear,” Eren laughed.

Zeke lost his rhythm; his thrusts became erratic. His cock was hitting your cervix. You felt a dull ache in the depths of your cunt.

“That was one time. I don’t always cry after I come.”

You grabbed his ass and pulled his body closer to you. He let out a low groan as you dug your nails into his voluptuous ass.

“Come on. Cry for me, crybaby,” you teased.

Zeke knitted his brow and didn’t heed your remark. He just kept thrusting away. You felt your orgasm cresting the horizon. You bucked your hips against Zeke.

Eren moaned and ended up coming all over his hand. He licked his palm clean. You were disappointed he didn’t let you lap up his cum.

“Hey, Zeke,” Eren said, catching his breath.

Zeke asked, “What is it now?”

Eren got up and yanked on Zeke’s tail.

“Goddammit!”

“Pull on it again,” you moaned, digging your nails deeper into his plush ass.

Eren was more than happy to comply. A few tears fell from Zeke’s starry, grey eyes.

“Does it hurt, baby?”

“Nah,” he coughed out as Eren tugged on it again. “Maybe a little.”

“Should we g—go easier on you?” You stammered, trying to stave off your orgasm.

“No. Keep doing it.”

Eren moved one of your hands away from Zeke’s ass cheek and he gave it a firm spank.

“Eren!” Zeke yelped.

“Too hard?”

“Just a fucking little!”

You stroked Zeke’s beard, directing his attention on you. He sighed as you tightened around the length of his cock. He gritted his teeth as you writhed underneath him. Eren spanked his ass again, but this time it was gentler. It was inaudible and your little, flaxen dogboy didn’t cry out in pain.

“I’m gonna—“ You desperately moaned.

Zeke gazed down at you; his eyes were dark with lust. They were the color of clouds right before a thunderstorm. You wanted to get caught in his downpour. He fucked you harder than he had before. His cock continued to swell. Your juices flowed from your cunt, intermingling with Zeke’s precum.

“Is he crying?” Eren asked.

You were too caught up in your orgasm to humor Eren’s relentless teasing. Your toes curled and you saw white as you came.

“You look so pretty taking my co—Fuck! Eren!”

You glanced at Eren who had once again pulled on Zeke’s tail. You giggled as Zeke grunted. You used your thumb to wipe away the little tears that had collected in his lower lashes.

“Are you gonna come for me like a good boy?”

He nodded and bucked his hips. A steady stream of cum filled your cunt to the brim. You were stuffed full of its milky warmth and his throbbing knot. You held him close to your body as he finished. Eren, being the little shit he was, tugged on Zeke’s tail one last time. The blonde let out a few whimpers before he collapsed. He was careful not to put his full weight on you.

“Can I come for you like a good boy now?” Eren asked.

“You gotta w—wait a bit. I’m stuck in her for the time being.”

You rubbed Zeke’s ass and he nuzzled his face into your neck. He could be so affectionate. If you ever tried to tell anyone, they’d never believe you. The only people that ever saw this side of him were you and Eren.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. You’ll get your turn,” you said, gesturing to Eren to cuddle up beside you.

Eren did and weaseled his way under your arm. You gave him a little peck on the cheek. It would only be a matter of time before Zeke could pull out and let Eren have his turn.

[cas-skz]

HOOKED

Han Jisung x Fem!reader

You spend the night after what was supposed to be a casual tinder hookup with your high school crush.

18+plz&thnx!!! MDNI!!

Warnings: smut. unprotected sex. 69. creampie. cursing.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Writers note: Yeees hello. This is more brain rot that has been sitting for a few months. I didn’t like it and now I kinda do so I said fuck it. Hope you like!

cas xx

“How is it, that you’ve slept with a bunch of guys, but you don’t know how to ride dick?” Your sister teased, sitting on your bed as you dug through your closet in attempt to find something cute to wear. “Drunken one night stands in collage didn’t give me a chance” You sassed, throwing one of her shirts you had stolen in her direction.

Once you found a cute lacey top, you quickly pulled an oversized hoddie on before plopping next to your sister on the bed. "You're like a kinder surprise." She poked, grabbing the laptop and continuing her creeping on the boy you had been chatting with on Tinder, your highschool crush, Han. "What the fuck does that mean?" You question. "Boring on the outside but a surprise when you unwrap it." You couldn't help but scoff at her lame joke.

Your sister let you have the car for the night, joking she had put a tracker on it and would know if you got kidnapped. She was dramatic like that, but meant well. When you arrived at Han's house, you sent a quick 'here' text to her before hoping out and slowly walking to the front of the car, sending Han the same text. He was quick to open the door, greeting you with a hug before leading you down stairs. "Parents are out of town, but this is my little cave. Other than food, I live down here."

You had settled in rather quickly, sharing a joint with Han as you reconnected about what has been going on in your life since graduation. It wasn't long before you settled into the couch and started a movie, enough space to fit another person. You excused yourself to the bathroom, quickly texting your sister. Your chats with Han had been innocent until a few nights ago, during a game of 20 questions, you asked if he ever had a girl ride him, something that had been stuck in your mind after a specific porno had been your go to rub-bud.

Your sister replied right away, telling you to take the lead. After a quick pee, you slid from your sweater, adjusting the lace along your breasts and messing your hair a bit before returning to the couch.

“Did I miss anything good?” You question, plopping yourself directly next to Han, running your hand through your hair as you tilted your head towards him. Han struggled to find his words for a few seconds, his eyes wide and scanning your body before returning to your face. “I like your shirt. It’s a nice shirt.” He finally got out, his cheeks flushed red as he stumbled over his words.

A few moments passed, your eyes flashing from the screen to Han's hands, biting your lip as you noticed the veins that ran along his arms. Your pointer finger slowly traced along his hand and wrist, goosebumps rising under your touch. Han's hand moved onto your thigh, gripping gently as his eyes stayed mostly on the tv.

You continued to move your finger across his skin, tracing his veins, gently scratching the inside of his wrist. It wasn't very hard to notice the erection growing inside Han's sweat pants.

His hand inched up your thigh, easily spreading them slightly as his fingers found your clit and started to move slowly. The smallest moan escaped your lips, your nails digging into him slightly at the feeling of his touch.

Han moved slightly to readjust himself, a small smirk pulling at his lips as you copied, moving yourself to a more comfortable position. You leaned into Han, allowing his arm to cover yours, giving him better access to you. His fingers started movement again, slowly pleasing you over the thin fabric of your leggings.

Your hand made an attempt to slip into his pants, but was quickly cut off. "Not yet." He smirked, his fingers picking up speed.

Han’s fingers continue to move in a rhythmic motion over your leggings, soft moans leaving your lips every now and then. You couldn’t hold back when a small shutter shot through your body, allowing his name to quietly escape your mouth.

It must have struck a cord as he turned his attention away from the movie. Han’s body shifted with yours, allowing him to hover over you, his fingers still working slowly at your clit while the other roamed your body. You pulled him into you, your lips meeting with his, sharing gentle kisses while your clothes started to hit the floor.

You intensified the kiss, gently biting his lip as your hand reached down to pump his length, a beautiful thick mass curved to perfection. Han smirked proudly as you praise his cock, his fingers worked towards your entrance, teasing at first before slipping two fingers inside, his hand matching paces with your strokes.

A quiet whimper escaped your lips as his tongue slid in your mouth, fighting with yours for control. Warmth left your core as his hand wrapped around your neck, his body rolling into yours. “I want you to sit on my face.” He hissed against your lips, reversing positions so you were on top.

His hand slapped down on your ass before pulling your core towards his face, his tongue working swiftly at your clit. “Fuck Han..” you moaned quietly, your nails digging into his tights as you reach down to take his cock in your mouth.

His tongue easily worked between your folds, swirling circles and sucking at your clit. Your mouth worked on his cock but you couldn’t hold back a wave of small whines as he plunged two fingers in your hole, adding to the already incredible sensation you were feeling.

“Fuck..holy fuck I’m gonna cum.” His hand slapped down on your ass again, his movements hitting key points perfectly. You felt your peak hit, a cluster of moans and curses escaping as your body shook with pleasure.

Rotating, you pressed your lips into Han's, tongue pushing inside to tango with his. Your hips lowered, pussy sitting on his length as you grinded slowly against him, his cock sliding easily with help of your slick.

His hand slapped down on your ass again, a little harder this time. A small whine escaped your lips as your cheek started to tingle from his slaps, his hands guiding your hips as you slid along his shaft. "Cum for me again." He ordered, his hand wrapping into your hair as he moved his lips to your neck, biting and sucking at your skin.

Your nails dug into his chest as your clit twitched against him, your body starting to shake as your peak approached. Han pulled you into him, hand slapping down on your ass again as you started to cum again.

"Let me ride your cock." You say into his ear, teeth nipping at the lobe. He scooted up a bit, pulling you with him as his mouth found your breasts and you positioned yourself, teasing your entrance with his thick cock head before slowly pushing it in.

“So fucking tight." Han smirked, his eyes watching you try to take his mass, barely able to fit him in. Your hips bobbed slowly as your walls started to stretch, finally taking his full length. You whined quietly, moving yourself up and down, trying to find a comfortable pace. Your mind flashed back to the video you enjoyed and you tried to copy the motions.

Straightening yourself up, you took his full length as deep as it could go, moving back up slowly and repeating the action. You played with your breasts as you found the right pace bouncing happily.

It wasn’t long before you rolled into your third orgasm, bottoming out on Han as your legs shook violently. His hand reached up to your neck, pulling you towards him as he crashed him lips into yours, his hips thrusting hard into you. “You’re so fucking hot.” He mumbled against your lips.

The fourth orgasms came as a surprise when his thrusting turned hard and fast, skin slapping together and turning red from impact. You hid your face in his neck, muffling your screams against his skin.

His pace finally slowed and his arms swiftly flipped you and positioned you on all fours on the couch, where you slumped against the back for support. You felt fuzzy and so satisfied, you just let Han have his way with you. Dick drunk and shaking with pleasure.

He teased your entrance with the tip of his cock before slowly pushing inside, his hand slapping down and grabbing your ass as he thrusted slowly, trying his best to keep himself composed as the new position drove him crazy.

“You gonna cum for me again princess?” His words sent a shiver up your spine, no one ever gave you a pet name. You bit your lip and nodded, looking back at him as he watched himself move in and out of your tight hole.

It didn’t take long before you felt yourself peaking again, your hands grabbing the fabric of the couch as you rode out your orgasm. Han quickly pulled out, “Good girl.”

He moved himself to the floor, pulling you down onto his lap, lips finding yours immediately as you pushed his cock back inside you. Your swollen pussy hugging his length.

Your lips worked perfectly with his, soft tender kisses as you hips slowly milling with his, small bounces being added here and there. You finally managed to open your eyes, lust filled and sparkling as you look down at Han, your hands training his chest muscles down to his abs.

“I want you to cum for me.” You told him, your words making his cock twitch slightly. You smirked, leaning down so your lips were close to his ear, “Cum in my fucking pussy.” You whisper in a moan, his hand slapping down on your ass as his other reached for your neck, pulling you forward so he could look at you.

Your eyes were rolled back slightly, mouth partially open, small beads of sweat starting to pool at your hairline. Pure bliss taking over your body as you rutted against him, your combined fluids the only sound other than the moans you both shared. His cock started to twitch again, firming even more as his seed started to shoot. “Fuck…fucking cum—I’m fucking cumming.” He hissed, his hand on your ass guiding your hips quickly, allowing him to empty every bit deep inside you.

Your final orgasm rolled out with his and you swore it was from how hot he looked when he finished. His hips jerked into you a few times, before settling and you straddled his waist for a moment before sliding off, cum flowing from your pussy onto his stomach and waist. A small laugh escaped his lips, breaths calming as he looked at you, hands running over your body. “Holy shit” He moaned

You weakly laid against his body, aftershocks shooting throughout yours. You spent a while in the same position, chatting and giggling about common interests before getting up to shower.

You texted your sister that you were staying the night and threw your phone to the side, joining Han in his bed as he turned a movie on and cuddled close to you before falling asleep just before you did.

The next morning you woke up alone and groaned while stretching. You grabbed one of Han’s shirts and followed the music coming from the upstairs kitchen.

“I hope you like blueberry pancakes.” He said as you walked in the kitchen, stopping in his tracks when he saw you. “You look so beautiful.”

You blushed a deep red as you made your way over to him, quickly kissing his cheek before ripping a piece of pancake and eating it. You hopped on the counter, poking his nose. “Thank you handsome. I might steal this, it’s comfy.” You smiled

“Does that mean every time you come here, you’re gonna steal my clothes?” He laughed, going over to you and rubbing his nose against yours before deeply kissing you.

You draped your arms over his shoulders, playing with the hair on the back of his head as you returned the kiss. “I just might.” You giggled against his lips.

[concreteburialplot]

VIRALITY // 10

10 - Maybe Both, Maybe Neither

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x fem!oc [vallie]

masterlist/intro: here | crossposted: ao3 | word count: 5.8k

summary: after waking up next to each other vallie & nicholas go their separate ways. vallie goes to visit an old friend who may be more than friendly. nicholas goes to sober up noah but doesn’t expect him to pull the curtain back on his resentment.

warnings: mentions about alcoholism/AA meetings/cheating, arguing, noah being annoying but what's new, tea is spilled !!, vallie is vulnerable for once in her life, lots of dialogue, alternating POVs sorry 🥲

A/N: Sorry it's been like 2 months since I’ve updated, it literally did not feel like it 🥲 school & life are kicking my ass lol + this chapter ended up being so complicated / difficult

Also! This chapter introduces a very mild crossover with Christian 'Kras' Anthony from the band Chase Atlantic - he's being used as a fun little temporary reoccurring side character. Don't worry, knowing who he is isn't necessary to understand his character lol i just think he's cute🥰

don't like it don't read it. don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

-NICHOLAS-

A jarring buzzing jolts me awake. I sit up a bit with scrunched eyes trying to follow the noise with a wandering patting hand. The noise leads to Vallie’s phone rattling on my bedside table next to her. I grab it and sleepily ignore the call out of habit.

In my still half-sleep state, I don’t want to be anywhere else besides where my body was curled up against her. I return to my spot with my arm around the brunette, tugging her closer. Her scent fills my nostrils when I nuzzle into her neck. The smell of her hair is peppermint-y and the scent on her skin reminds me of marshmallows and… matcha?

Whatever it is, it’s warm, cozy, and smells so yummy it makes me want to eat her again.

Before I have the pleasure of manifesting that thought into reality, her phone goes off vibrating again, this time making me significantly more aggravated.

I snatch the phone looking at her caller ID – the name plastered across the screen:

Christian

with some emojis I’m far too sleepy to decipher.

Christian?

I decide not to ignore her phone call from an evidently urgent caller.

“Hey, Hey.” I gently nudge her shoulder. “Your phone has been going off.”

She lets out a sleepy groan that is probably the cutest noise I’ve ever heard.

She takes one look at the ID and immediately ignores it and shoves it under the pillow.  

Odd.

She yawns and rubs her eye, “What time is it?”

“I’m not sure.” I try to look at the edges of my window covered with blackout curtains trying to gauge even the time of day. “You have your phone, check it?”

Her fingers tap against the mattress. “It’s not that important.”

“Who’s Christian?” I blurt out without thinking.

From the angle I’m at, I can see her eyes widen a bit at the question.

She clears her throat. “What?”

“The person who kept calling you. It was someone named Christian?”

“Oh um,” She bites down on my lip, seemingly contemplating her answer. “He’s a friend.”

I’m filled with a feeling I’m not sure I enjoy nor one I should be feeling.

“A friend?” I ask, unconvinced.

It’s none of my business. It doesn’t matter who he is.

“Yeah, a friend.” She scrunches her brows at the wall. “Why do you care who’s calling me?”

“I-I don’t.” I reply but I know I’m a shit liar and I probably don’t sound very convinced. “I was just wondering.”

“Right.” She yawns then gets up in a panic like she just realized where she is. “Oh my god we fell asleep.”

“Yeah…I figured you gathered that by now.” I said falling down flat beside her.

“Fuck Nick, how am I gonna get out of here?” She scrambles for her phone beneath the pillow to finally check the time. “Fuck, fuck, I have to leave.”

“Okay, okay, calm down. Let me just check out the house, I can take you to get your car.” I pull myself out of bed and let myself stretch out my arms above my head.

“Fuck.” She mutters, readjusting her entire torso in her tight top. “Remind me to never sleep in a corset ever again. I need to get out of this, can I borrow something?”

Her attention lands on me and at first, her forest greens are inquisitive and calm but when she actually looks at me, they widen. Her eyes slowly trail down my body and land where my shirt hangs above the exposed skin of my hips.

Watching her tongue slide between her lips makes my heart thump in my ear drums so loud I can barely hear what she’s saying.

 “Also, can you um,” She clears her throat and looks back up at me, “Help me get this off?”

“Sure.” I nod and drop my arms back down.

She shifts in the bed so the zipper in the back of the faux-corset faces me. My fingers delicately gather her dark chocolate locks and drape them over her shoulder to get them out of my way. Her tan skin curves so beautifully from her neck to her shoulder that I feel as though if I don’t kiss her there it would somehow be insulting.

The need to kiss her there feels as necessary as air, so lean down and press a hesitant kiss to the crook of her neck as I begin unzipping her top.

She doesn’t stop me, which I was sure she would stop me now in the daylight.

Another kiss up, I linger more there.

Then another in the same spot, then another, and another, and another – until I am fully peppering her skin with open mouth kisses and my hands roam her curves.

She lets out little noises the closer I get to her ear that remind me of the ones she gave me when my tongue was inside her.

It’s not until I’m nipping and sucking at her skin that she speaks.

“Nick…” She whines in a tone that says ‘you know better’.

I tug down the rest of her zipper.

My lips still lazily drag up her neck.

I hum against her and let my hands wander down her sides to her hips. “Let me make you feel good.”

She lets out a shuddered whine but not a red or green light.

My hands round her hips giving them a gentle back and forth rub, “I need to taste you again.” I press another kiss against the sensitive skin below her ear and I can feel goosebumps erupt all over her skin.

My fingers burn everywhere they meet her skin and beg to be everywhere  they shouldn’t be.

She closes her eyes and lets herself breathe for a second.

“Nicholas.” She repeats, more sternly this time. “I have to leave before anyone sees me.”

“I know.” I say simply and pull away, strategically resting both hands over my semi.

I know I shouldn’t press more. I know shouldn’t try to convince more. But god do I want to. All I’m thinking about is fucking her senseless.

She keeps a hand on the front of the corset to keep it flush on her skin. “Could I please borrow something?” She reminds me of her original request.

“Oh yeah sure, sorry.” I quickly scan the room for the closest item.

I spot a barely worn Deftones shirt and hand it to her.

“Thanks.”

 She just sort of stares at me then makes a ‘turn-around’ motion with her hand.

“Oh, sorry.” I shift away from her. “It’s not like it’s anything I haven’t seen before.”

“Shut up.”

I hear her let out a sigh of relief, probably from finally being freed from the constricting top.

“Okay you can turn around now.”

I turn back to her and find what I expected: her in my shirt.

What I didn’t expect was to somehow find her even more attractive in my shirt than even a lace corset.

As much as I’d like for her to stay, I fear that if I don’t get her out now, I’ll devour her whole.

“I’ll just… go scope out the area.” I thumb over my shoulder towards the door.

“Good idea.” She nods.

I very quietly sneak out of my room into the empty hallway, gently closing the bedroom door behind me.

After tiptoeing around the house, I find everyone asleep as it seems still quite early, at least for them.  

The drive back to the bar is quiet and somewhat awkward. I’m not sure if it’s because of what we did or if I crossed some sort of invisible line and made her upset.

Or maybe both,

Maybe neither.

Maybe I’m over thinking it.

We haven’t talked about anything, no rules, no boundaries. I don’t know how I would bring that up to begin with. What the hell are we doing? And how do I feel about it. How do I want to feel about it? 

We say goodbye and it’s stiff and odd. I’m not sure if I should kiss her? Or treat her like my colleague?

Maybe both,

Maybe neither.

That one feels more like a maybe neither.

The way she acted this morning makes me think that whatever… this is, is over.

I know it should be done, but there is a part of me that doesn’t want to stop. At least not yet. Maybe if I got one more fix.

Regardless how I feel about it, it was a mistake. I knew that the first time, I knew it last night and I know it now.

Why did I let this happen. How did I let this happen?

I tap my fingers anxiously against the steering wheel once I’ve parked at home.

I know Folio wouldn’t really care but if Noah or Jolly found out about this?

Oh my god.

I don’t even want to think about what would happen.

All I know is two things.

One, I can’t keep fucking thinking about this – I can’t keep thinking about her.

Two, I unfortunately know what I need to do when I walk back through our front door.

-VALLIE-

As soon as my car door shuts behind me, I let out a long sigh that I wasn’t aware I was holding.

I fold my arms around my steering wheel and rest my forehead against it.

“Fuck.”

The entire ride home there was this nausea festering in the pit of my stomach.

I like being with Nicholas.

I like being with Nicholas too much.

And this stupid fucking Deftones shirt is too comfortable and smells too much like him – and I like it more than I should. And I need to get home as soon as possible to get it off me.

This is absolutely the last thing I needed – catching feelings or whatever the fuck is filling my chest with butterflies from someone I’m representing.

This is the band that I shouldn’t have even taken on in the first place, and now I’m here on the verge of vomiting because I miss the way his bed feels. This was not the plan.

I shake my head from the the thoughts as I walk through my front door. It’s just the dickmatization talking. That’s it. I like his dick and that’s all.

His huge fucking…

No.

No.

And god his fucking tongue...

No.

No.

This absolutely cannot be happening.

I won’t let this happen.

I need to nip this in the bud before it goes any further.

I chuck my phone and keys on my dresser and use my palms to lean against the edge.

An abrupt buzzing of my iPhone against the hard wood shocks me from my dissociation.

Christian

Christian

Christian

…could be exactly what I need.

I slide the answer bar across the screen and bring the phone to my ear.

“Hey Kras.” I smile, using his nickname.

“Val!” He chimes cheerfully on the other line. “I’ve been trying to get ya all day!”

“I’m busy Kras, you know that.” I roll my eyes playfully. “What’s up, what do you want so badly?”

“Tour ended last week and I’m staying in LA for a bit for some band stuff before I head back home to Sydney.” He pauses. “I wanna see you. I need to talk to you about something.”

I press my lips together and take a deep breath, suddenly stressed about what exactly that meant.

“Okay. When and where do you wanna meet up?”

“Today? My place?”

“Okay, see you then.”

After a much-needed shower I’m finally at the door of his temporary apartment. I smooth out my outfit, which wasn’t much really, just some sweats with a cropped tank. With as long as I’ve known Kras, it didn’t really matter what I looked like, but I still wanted to look cute. I use my hand to flatten my tied up hair to make sure there’s no ridges before I knock on his door. It doesn’t take long for him to answer it.

“Val.” He greets with his signature big goofy smile.

The tall, long-haired blonde envelopes me into giant hug and I embrace it. His scent fills my nose with memories; it’s soft, comforting, and most of all, fun.

Christian and I have always been close, he’s the closest thing I have to a best friend. Our friendship has always been…interesting to say the least. I think most people would consider our dynamic complicated, but to us it’s quite simple.

I give him a good, hard squeeze around his midsection. “Augh, Kras I’ve missed you.”

He reciprocates the squeeze and places a kiss atop my head. “I missed you too.”

I pull away with a smile and smack his arm, “You don’t text me enough! I didn’t even know your tour ended.”

“Me? The phone works both ways Miss ‘You know I’m busy’” He mocks me jokingly.

“God, I forget how strong your Aussie accent is in person.” I chuckle, diverting the conversation.

I shiver at the ice-cold chill I get from his AC and rub my arms for warmth.

“Fuck it’s cold as shit in here.” It’s so frigid even my teeth chatter.

“Yeah, sorry I like it freezing. You want a jacket or something?” He offers then crosses the room when I nod.

He picks through some clothes in an open suitcase and hands me a multicolored flannel. I pull the flannel over my arms letting the material engulf my body.

After a brief catching up about tour and life, I lean against the wall and cross my arms.

“So, what is it you wanted to talk about.” I cut straight to it.

He bites down on his lip, and I can’t tell if he’s excited or nervous.

Maybe both, maybe neither.

“We need a manager.” He blurts out.

“Oh? I thought you were working with-”

“We want you Val.”

I laugh, because surely, he can’t be serious. I don’t belong to an agency and work my two clients freelance, all on my own. There’s no way I could take on another band, especially one as successful as Chase on top of the other two.

“What? No, no, I absolutely couldn’t manage you guys…”

He steps towards me and trails his fingers down my arms and hooks onto my hands. “Sure you can. You used to, remember?”

I shake my head, “Oh, you know that doesn’t count Christian. We were nobodies – you were nobodies. Of course I could manage your measly little 10,000 Instagram followers.”

He squeezes my hands and tugs on my arms. “C’mon Val. It’ll be like the good old days. It’ll be fun!”

“I don’t know about you, but living in a tiny LA apartment with three men struggling to afford food wasn’t really that good or fun.”

He rolls his eyes and tugs on my arms again. “For old times’ sake?”

I shake my head, “No, no, I already have enough on my plate. I just took on another band not that long ago.”

“Please Val, for us?” His brows curve up, and he gives me the biggest hazel puppy dog eyes that he knows I can’t say no to. “For me?”

I groan and rest my head back against the wall. “I’ll think about it, okay?”

His hands leave mine and find their way to my hips, slipping under the flannel so his hands are holding onto bare skin between my tank and my sweats. His forehead presses against mine.

“Is there anything I can do to help change that answer?” He asks between the small space separating us while his finger traces my jaw line tilting my chin up a bit.

I tug at my lip – this is partially why I came here right? To nip my Nick problem in the bud, to break the dickmatization spell.

“I don’t know, maybe.” I tease up at him with round eyes.

“Hm.” He hums and leans in, pressing a kiss to my lips and I freeze.

Even though we’ve done this a million times before, it just feels wrong now. Nicholas and I aren’t even… anything, we’re just fucking, right? But it still feels odd.

I know this feeling.

And I know what it means.

Fuck.

I pull away and give a little head shake.

“Plum?” He asks using our code word for when we’re interested in or dating someone else.

I groan loudly, shuffle past him to his bed in the studio apartment and dramatically fall flat, face down onto it. Then let out an even louder, longer groan.

He walks over and gently sits criss-cross on the bed next to me.

“Must be a pretty good Plum to have you like this.”

Our friendship was simple. We’re the rare example that a friends-with-benefits can be truly, purely platonic and casual. Kras is a generally affectionate guy, even with his bandmates. And he is one of the only people I feel comfortable being affectionate with, so I let myself be affectionate with him.

We are platonically affectionate best friends who fuck when we’re single. It sounds impossible but it’s who we are and who we have been for almost 10 years. 

It’s nice, cozy, and convenient. Easy.

He’s safe, familiar, and reliable.

Which is more than I can say for any friendship or relationship I’ve ever had.

I turn my head towards him still flat against the bed.

“It’s bad Kras.”

“How bad?”

I chew on my bottom lip. “I work with him.”

His eyes widen. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes.”

“…In the band you were talking about?”

I turn back to hide my face in his duvet. “Oh yeah.”

“Val noooo.”

I chuckle at how his ‘no’s sound like ‘naaauur’s.

“I knooow.” I whine into the sheets.

“Singer?”

I shake my head against the duvet.

“Guitarist?”

“Bassist.” I reply muffled in bedding.

“Oof.”

A laugh escapes me at his reaction. I pop my head up at him, “Stop, I know.”

I pull myself up and cross the bed to sit next to him and lay my head on his shoulder.

“Maybe I just really like his dick.” I state confidently staring out the large window across the room. I blankly watch the daytime city lights flicker across the highrise-littered skyline.

“You think so?” He asks looking down at me a little. “I’ve never seen you get like this over just good dick. You’re pretty cut and dry about like…emotions. You’re good at separating sex from feelings.” He laughs and nudges me. “That’s why we work so well.”

I groan and hide my face in his shoulder because I know he’s right. He’s always right when it comes to shit like this.

“He sang to me Kras.”

“Oh god…was he any good?”

I feel my cheeks heat up and I nod against his arm, “It was so pretty.”

He laughs and tickles my side, “Look at you! You’re smitten! I never thought I’d see the day.”

I grab the nearest pillow and smack him with it, “Shut up!” then fall back flat and cover my face with it.

There’s a silence between us for a bit, a million things running through my mind, but Kras speaks for me.

“You know you can’t love him, right?” He says gently.

My brows furrow immediately, I slam the pillow down and shoot straight up.

“WHOA, whoa whoa.” I cut through the air with my hand. “Nobody ever said anything about…the L word. I do not…love him.” I can barely get the word out as if it’s something forbidden. “I barely fucking know him. I just like his dick.”

“Okay, okay.” He raises his hands in defense. “You can’t like him. You know that right?”

“I don’t even know if I like him. We’re just fucking. That’s all.”

He glares at me with a face that screams, ‘yeah right’. “Well, fine, you know you can’t keep fucking him.”

I let out a long sigh.

“Yeah, I know. I thought coming here to fuck you would help.”

He laughs then tapers off in thought.

“Maybe we don’t actually have to fuck in order to help.” He suggests.

I raise a brow at him, “What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean… guys normally don’t just sing to girls they’re casually hooking up with.”

“Okay…?” I motion for him to keep going.

“So, if it comes up or anything, you could just lie.” He shrugs.

“Lie about what?”                             

“About like, fucking someone else. If he likes you enough to sing to you, he probably won’t be happy if you tell him you’re fucking someone else. So, he’ll stop trying to fuck you.”

I chew on my thumbnail in thought, he’s right. Like always.

“Maybe. I don’t really know if he’d even care. We never really talking about anything… I thought we just had a silent agreement about just fucking, he never said anything about-”

“He sang to you Val.”

I anxiously twirl the ends of my ponytail and chew on my bottom lip. “I don’t want to hurt him.”

He gives me the most ‘are you for real’ glare.

“Okay, okay.” I deflate. “IF it comes up, I’ll mention something.”

“Just don’t say who I am. I don’t know him, he could beat my ass." He laughs. "Plus, it would be pretty awkward for him to find out that you’re fucking a hot guitarist from your other band.” He smirks cheekily.

“Shut up.” I elbow his side playfully, “I never said yes.”

“But you will.”

I chew on my lip thinking it over.

On one hand, I’m already insanely busy and overworked with the two artists I’m already managing.

On the other hand, as odd as they are, they are old and close friends of mine. It wouldn’t be like managing strangers or learning a whole new fanbase, I helped build the foundation of the one they have now back in 2014.

And it would be a good distraction.

If this plan works out with Nick, maybe I could move on from Plum status and I can actually focus on my job.

“Fine. I’ll do it. BUT,” I hold a finger pointed towards him menacingly, “ONLY temporarily.”

“Ah yes! I knew you would!” He exclaims, wrapping his arms around me and tackling me to the bed, pressing various ‘thank you’ kisses to my cheek.

“Okay, okay enough.” I chuckle trying to escape his grasp.

-NICHOLAS-

I let a long sigh at the bottom of the stairs, shifting my weight between both feet. I tap my fingers on the wooden railing anxiously. I probably shouldn’t be this rattled over something I’ve done a million times before. But it doesn’t get any easier.

I push myself up the stairs in one driving force knowing that it has to be me. It’s always me.

Never Folio. Never Jolly.

It’s always been my job.

There’s no response when I knock on Noah’s bedroom door.

I knock again, no answer.

I knock again, no answer.

So, I let myself in.

As expected, Noah’s passed out with a fresh bottle of whiskey half drank on his nightstand. His room still in as much filth as it’s been for a while. For as long as I’ve known him, I’ve only ever seen his room even remotely messy a handful of times, and this is the worst I’ve ever seen it. In the past I’ve known the reasons behind the mess or the drinking – usually over a breakup or some depression spell – but this time he kept me in the dark. I have no fucking clue what's going on with him.

If I wasn’t so aggravated with him already, the mess of the room would worry me even more than I already am.

I cross the threshold of garbage between the door and his bed and pat his cheek awake.

“Noah.”

Sleepy snores tumble from his mouth and while one might find them endearing, right now, they’re pissing me the fuck off.

“Noah.” I say more sternly, nudging him more. No luck.

I try various other ways, and nothing works. He’s out cold.

So, I try a tried-and-true classic.

I climb on top of him and straddle his waist over the duvet, one knee at each side of his hips. His boney exposed shoulders offer a great anchor so I grab them, shaking him awake.

He comes-to slowly, droopy heavy lids struggling to open. His fist goes to rub his tired eye but winces when he’s reminded of the swollen black and blue that surrounds it.  

“The fuck are you doing?” He groans, stealing a pillow from beside him to cover his face. “Get off of me.”

I snatch the pillow from his grasp and toss it across the room. “No. You’re going to get up. You’re going to shower. And I’m taking you to a meeting.”

He shields his eyes with his arm. “I’m-I’m fine Nick, don’t need a meeting.” His words slurring together.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” I correct.

“I don’t need a meeting.” He hiccups and I can smell the alcohol radiating off him, seeping through his skin. “I’m not going. I'm just gonna sleep.”

I grab his wrists, pin them to the bed and get low to his face. “Oh you’re going. We’re gonna sober you up, starting with a shower.” I pull off him and stand beside the bed.

“Let’s go. C’mon.”

“No.”

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either way has the same result. Let’s go.”

“No.”

I sigh, even though I knew it would end up like this. “Fine. Hard way it is.”

I yank the sheets off him and use two arms to scoop up his body by his midsection and throw him over my shoulder. He’s thin enough to where even I can lift and carry him easily – or maybe I’ve just gotten used to the weight of him in my arms.

“Nick let me fucking go.” He whines but doesn’t try to wiggle out of my grasp, probably too hungover to move that much.

With every bit of my strength, I carry his thin body to his guest bathroom.

I all but toss him into the shower, start the water, and fling the curtain closed.

“Hey! What the fuck!” He yells and shuts off the water immediately.

He slings the curtain open and snatches a towel off the nearest rack, wrapping it around his shirtless torso.

“What the fuck is your problem, Nicholas!” His hands frantically wipe the water from his face. 

I let out a frustrated groan and turn to leave. "Stop being a baby." 

He steps out of the tub and calls after me, “Hey, I’m not fucking done talking to you!”

The shower shock did exactly what I needed it to do, sober him up, but now I regret even waking him up.

“My problem is that you’re a fucking drunk Noah.” I snap turning back to him.

“I’m not a fucking drunk, I have it under control. You’re just fucking paranoid!” He steps into the hallway dripping water all over the carpet.

“I’m not fucking paranoid, Noah. I’m not letting you drink yourself to oblivion.”

His brows lift in offense, “Let me? What the fuck are you, my fucking keeper?”

“Sometimes it sure fucking feels like I am!” The words escape me before I can stop them.

He chuckles in disbelief, “Well, nobody fucking asked you to be.”

“It doesn’t matter if anyone asked me to, I have to because who the fuck else is gonna pick your sorry, bruised ass off a bar floor in the middle of the fucking day?” My hand helps exaggerate each word.

“Jolly or Folio would’ve.” He sasses, crossing his arms.

“Oh yeah? And how long you think they’d put up with that?” I step closer to him. “Not for as long as I have, that’s for fucking sure.”

His eyes scrunch together like he’s hurt or offended.

Maybe both,

Maybe neither.

“I won’t let you push out everyone in our lives Noah.”

His eyes land on me and he cocks his head to the right a bit like a dog processing a foreign noise.

“‘Push out everyone in our lives’ is that what this is actually about? Alice?”

My gaze locks on him and my hands curl into tight fists at my sides. There are many words I want to say but none seem able to leave my tongue.

“Oh my god. You can’t be serious.” He steps back and points defensively at me. "I didn't push her out, you did!" 

My blood boils and burns as it courses through my veins. My eyes narrow at him.

“I know you fucked her Noah.” I shove my finger so hard into his chest that it nearly knocks him back.

“I didn’t even like her Nick! Why the fuck would I fuck her?” He immediately denies.

“Because you always have to have everything you want, including the things that aren’t yours.”

“‘Things’” He scoffs. “Funny how you’re so upset about someone you only see as a thing.”

My teeth grind so hard it makes my jaw clench, “You know she was never a thing to me until you fucked her.”

“Oh, give it a break Nicholas! Stop blaming me for her leaving.” His hands exaggerate his words then points straight at me. “You are the reason your relationship failed. You are the reason she left.”

My eyes narrow as I step closer to his soaked body. “I would really watch what you fucking say if I were you.”

“Or what?” He asks but I have no answer. “When are you going to stop punishing me for something I never fucking did?”

I watch his eyes: dark brown, heavy, bloodshot, and one lined with a dark bruise from the bar fight. His words sound genuine, but I know his eyes, I know them like the back of my hand.

I know when he’s lying, and he’s lying to me right now. I can’t prove it, I haven’t been able to, but I know he’s been lying to me for the past year.

“For the love of god Noah, can you just stop fucking lying?” I snap. "You don't even have enough respect for me to tell me the truth?"

“Wow.” He presses his lips together for a moment. “You must think so low of me to really believe that I would do something like that.”

“I don’t have to think low of you to believe the truth.” I hiss, stepping towards him. “But you’re going to keep denying it so it’s irrelevant what I believe did or didn’t happen. What I do know, is that you have a fucking problem, and you need help.”

He steps towards me with low brows and narrow beady eyes, “I didn’t fuck Alice and I don’t need a fucking alcohol anonymous meeting just because I still like to get drunk sometimes. I am a fucking adult, and I don’t need you to ‘save me’.” He scoffs and runs his tongue across his teeth. “You know? Maybe that’s what actually drove Alice away, you and your fucking high-and-mighty, savior complex bullshit.”

Every inch of skin on my body feels like its burning and my heart races so loud I can barely even think clearly. I tighten my fists so tight that my nails dig into my palms painfully. I know that if I do anything, it will make me look like the villain.

“I can’t fucking hit you because if I do, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.” I growl lowly. “Get sober or don’t, I don’t fucking care anymore – but we have a chance, a real chance at making it now and if you ruin this for us Noah, I will never fucking forgive you. Do you understand me? I will fucking destroy you if you fuck this up for us.”

His brows curve up and he looks at me like I’m insane for insinuating that he would. “I won’t.” He replies through gritted teeth.

I glance over the railing when I hear the house beginning to stir with Jolly and Folio starting to wake up, which is exactly what I was trying to avoid. I don’t need them getting involved.

“Just,” I lower my voice between us. “Make it to rehearsals, meetings, shows – the rest I don’t give a fuck. Just make it to work. Sober.”

“Fine.” He says quickly, "If that will keep you out of my fucking business and leave me the fuck alone."

"Fine."

"Fine." He repeats, because of course he has to have the last word, before storming off to his room and slamming the door behind him.

I mirror him, making it to my room and slamming the door.

Once alone, the feeling that courses through my body is nauseating, painful and overwhelming. It is a visceral ache, I feel it twisting in my chest first, in my ribs, then flows and pools in the pit of my stomach.

I thought I moved on from the Alice situation. I tried to force myself to believe him, I tried to forget and push it so far down that it wouldn’t hurt. Tried to rationalize, maybe he didn’t sleep with her. Maybe he didn’t betray me. Maybe it really is just me projecting the weaknesses of our relationship onto him. But no matter how hard I push it down, it always bubbles back up.

And in my gut, I know he did it. Everything adds up, the timelines, the behavior, all of it.

I was just never prepared for a girlfriend to cheat on me with my best friend. I was never prepared to have him sleep with my girlfriend. Not after everything we’ve been through.

I was never prepared to have my heart broken by the two people I trusted and loved more than anything in my life.

In retrospect, I guess, I should’ve expected it. For as long as I can remember Noah always had girls fawning all over him. He always had that lead singer charm even though he never planned on being a frontman. Girls were never an issue for him, he seemed to get anyone he ever wanted.

Is it really that far-fetched that the one I had wanted him too?

Is that all that this is going to be from now on? Any girl the rest of us want, would just want Noah first?

I never pictured that this would be our future.

I never pictured my best friend of over a decade fucking my girlfriend then lying about it to my face.

I never pictured having to drag said lying, alcoholic best friend out of bed trying to get him to an AA meeting just so he could be sober enough for rehearsals.

I never imagined that out of the four of us, it would be me having to hold it all together. I never signed up for that. I signed up to play an instrument, to sign CDs, sleep in busses and sit in interviews. I never signed up to play manager, I never signed up to secretly scrape Noah off bar floors, be his personal caretaker and tentative AA sponsor. Doing all of that just to have it thrown in my face, to stand next to him – every day in rehearsals, in photoshoots, on stage, across the fucking dining table – knowing what he did and pretending that I’m okay with it.

I never thought I’d feel stuck in this band, this thing Noah and I have worked on and dreamed about since we were 15. I’ve poured so much of my life into this fucking band.

I can’t just up and leave. I’d have nothing left. I’d be nothing without them and I can’t be the bomb to blow us up. Especially not now when everything is just starting to take off. All this work would’ve been for nothing.

It’s not just my livelihood and dream, but theirs as well. I can’t do that to them.

And as much as I want to, as much as I’ve tried, I can’t leave Noah. We both know I’m right whether he wants to admit it or not. Nobody else would do what I do, nobody knows what I do, and nobody knows how to take care of him the way I do. He’s stubborn and stupid and won’t let anyone else in the way he’s let me in.

I don’t know why I’m the only one who has gotten the curse of his trust, but I have it and I can’t hand it off or set it down – no matter how heavy or suffocating it is.

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LIKE THE MOVIES ›› CHOI EUNCHAN

Movies seemed so unrealistic, who genuinely falls for someone they dislike? Well, here you sat in the passenger seat of his car entirely enamored with him.

pairing non!idol eunchan x fem reader

genre smut, fluff, actual plot

warnings no mentions of using condoms (practice safe sex), biting, lots of kissing, size kink (?), pet names (baby, etc.), partying, mentions of throwing up, outdoor sex, fingering! please let me know if i missed anything <3

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Your morning starts in a whirlwind, nearly missing your bus to the university, stepping into a puddle wetting your socks, and now you stand in line behind your academic rival, Eunchan. His presence alone is enough to question if you needed coffee this monday morning but deciding if your day was already starting this poorly you’re definitely going to need this caffeine boost. As he turns around after getting his coffee, you turn away quickly to stare outside the windows not wanting him to know that you were there, waiting until the barista asks if you need anything, embarrassedly telling him your order.

Looking down at your watch you curse at yourself now only having fifteen minutes to race across the university grounds to your class, praying your matcha doesn’t spill all over as you pick up pace. Bursting through the doors as the bell rang, you stop to catch your breath not caring about the eyes on you, trudging up the steps and sinking into the seat next to your best friend, Taerae.

“Eventful morning?”

He asked with a smile on his lip, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder as you mockingly copy his question. This catches the attention of Eunchan who turns around in his seat long enough to look you up and down before turning to face back towards the board. You act as if you were going to throw your half empty matcha at the back of his head, stopping yourself after Taerae tells you to settle down and stop being hot headed. Giving the professor your half divided attention you doodle on the edge of your notebook trying to decide on whether or not you planned on going to the after exams party, your decision relying heavily on Taerae going or not. Nudging his arm with your pencil he glanced at you with a raised eyebrow as you slid your notebook into his view to read.

Are you going to the after-exams party?

Watching him start to write you try to sneak a peek at his reply, scribbling your quick answer back before you two get caught.

Most likely i’ll pick you up.

Thnxs.

After class ends you wait for Taerae to pack his things, following him out the classroom and out towards the buildings doors, making the way to the café.

“It starts at ten so I'm okay with being picked up then, it’s not ideal to be any earlier or on time.” You said handing Taerae his americano, taking a long sip of your matcha. He agrees not entirely caring about the time more focused on his phone than anything as you two reach the main building of the college. Bidding you goodbye Taerae leaves into the science swing as you make your own way towards the library wanting to cram in some extra studying before tomorrow’s exams, cursing as you run into someone as they step out of the library. Rubbing your arm you look up to apologize, instead groaning with an eye roll as you make eye contact with Eunchan who’s glaring at you with disgust.

“Do you have anything to say?”

With a chuckle, you open the other side of the library door stopping long enough to reply before heading in. “I actually do, maybe next time don’t be in everyone’s way, Eunchan.”

Exams come and go the next morning, Taerae groaning next to you that he probably failed, you patting his head to cheer up that he’ll be ok after a good night of partying. He perks up at that going on a new rant of wondering if Hanbin would be going, hoping that he was, to which you tell him to ask him, Taerae whining about not being bold enough to ask. The bell rings, telling Taerae that you’ll see him later tonight and to not overthink it too much. Entering into your dorm, you sigh in relief that your roommate was there still, asking them if they were going out to the party tonight. They shake their head saying they have work, which you ask if they minded helping you pick out an outfit which they say they didn’t mind, letting you model in front of them before deciding on the very last outfit. You thank her telling her to have a good shift as you sit in front of the small shared vanity, doing your hair and makeup, vibing to your music trying to get into the mindset to go out.

A few hours later, you check your phone hearing it go off as you finish lacing your boots, your mood dropping.

Sorry I can’t make it, new plans came up. :(

You stare at the text in disbelief, wanting to call Taerae and give him hell for canceling right at ten when you already spent an hour getting ready. You text him back telling him it was completely ok and you’d text him later after the party. There’s no point in wasting the hard work you put in, ordering a cab to take you to the party, thanking the driver as you step out onto the sidewalk. You knew the host, Lew, had money but this house was way over your expectations. Entering the party you make it a point to thank Lew for hosting, darting afterwards towards the kitchen past the sea of bodies to find anything to drink to kill time, making due with a bottle of strawberry soju. Slipping back into the living room your eyes catch sight of Eunchan, surprised he came as he’s not the type to show up to parties, turning away to make conversation with drunk strangers as you finish your own drink in hand. It’s your third bottle as you start to nurse it, stumbling towards the couch completely forgetting Eunchan is there, groaning as you kick off your heels onto the floor, taking another drink from the bottle and mindlessly turning to look next to you.

“Ugh, why are you here?” You question Eunchan who stares at you dumbfounded, motioning towards the huge crowd of people.

“Believe it or not we’re at a party literally everyone was invited.”

With a glare you shake your head while pointing at him.

“No I mean why are you here when you never come to parties. You’re kind of a goody two shoes, no?”

This time Eunchan rolls his eyes and smacks your hand away, not listening to you as you whine, telling you to stop asking questions whilst drunk. Despite failing, you try to convince him you’re not drunk, shakily standing up which fails as you stumble back onto the couch, a rush of nausea washing over you. This makes you spring up much in Eunchan’s surprise, shoving your drink into his hand as you dart up the stairs to the bathroom, slamming the door behind you barely making it to the toilet; throwing up. It’s nearly five minutes of consecutive throwing up before there’s a gentle knock against the bathroom door, managing a croaked “what,” Eunchan cracking the door open to ask if you’re alright. Before you can properly answer his concerns you throw up again, his hand rubbing comforting circles against your back as you empty your stomach contents. He tells you to wait here, you joking that you didn’t plan on leaving with puke all over your top, him returning with a bottle of water and his sweatshirt hanging over his arm.

“Go ahead and change into this and i’ll take you home, don’t worry about it.” Eunchan closes the door behind himself, telling people to go to the other bathroom as you change, embarrassed by the fact your rival was on the other side of the door helping you. Hyping yourself up in the mirror to open the bathroom door, you crack it open to not hit him, thanking him for helping you, embarrassment making your body red hot. He tells you not to worry about it, apologizing for throwing your drink away as he hands you an empty thank you bag. Quickly throwing your dirtied top into it you follow behind him to his car, stopping at the passenger side door.

“I didn’t drink.” Eunchan said as he steps into his car, you nodded while getting in yourself, securing your seatbelt. Maybe it was the drinks you had or the fact you were in Eunchan’s car in his sweatshirt that had you quiet and strangely nervous. You don’t really remember getting to his apartment, him helping you out and up to the front door. Sleep was pricking both your brain and eyes, letting Eunchan guide you into the apartment, falling against the couch whining when he tells you to get up that the couch wasn’t going to be comfortable enough for you. He helps you take off your shoes, picking you up from the couch and jokingly calling you annoying as he gets you to his bedroom, laying you in bed and covering you with the blanket. You complain your jeans were uncomfortable going to take them off, Eunchan quickly bidding you goodnight before darting out of the bedroom and back to the living room. He groans as he stretches across the couch, laughing to himself in disbelief as he tucks a pillow under his head, covering himself with the throw blanket.

The beam of sunlight directly attacking your eyes wakes you up, sitting up slowly cradling your forehead pained from the hangover. Finally gaining enough strength to open your eyes, you collect your surroundings realizing you didn’t recognize the place. It definitely wasn’t your dorm, or a dorm room at all, reaching over to check the time on your phone. It was midafternoon, throwing off the blanket and looking down at the sweater, the faint memories of last night flooding in all at once making your eyes widen. Oh my god. Scrambling to find your things and take off the sweater (to which you threw back on realizing you only had your bra on and your top nowhere in sight) you crack the bedroom door open to ensure the coast was clear, darting to what you assumed was the front door, knocking into Eunchan as he stepped inside.

“Running out already?” He joked while stepping around your frozen body, placing a drink carrier with coffees and a small box of donuts onto the coffee table. Guilt (definitely not the aroma of fresh hot coffee and presumably freshly baked donuts) made you turn back around and sit onto the couch, shaking your head embarrassed.

“Thank you for helping me last night, I’m sorry you had to witness that.”

Eunchan looks at you with a smile as he chuckles, passing you a coffee, quickly thanking him as he lets you choose a donut first.

“It wasn’t any problem. I couldn’t see leaving you alone to fend for yourself when I -“ he cuts himself off clearing his throat throwing you an awkward smile. “It just wouldn’t be good of me to leave you drunk and throwing up alone.” You raise an eyebrow at his sudden shyness, letting it slide as you were too embarrassed yourself to bring up the details of last night.

“Do you need a ride back to your dorm? I tried to wait for your roommate but she either fell back asleep or took too long, I didn’t want to keep making you wait in the cold.”

“I can always take a bus, thank you and again, I’m sorry for making you take care of me in my drunken state.”

Eunchan’s hand freezes, his coffee cup against his lips as he stares at you blankly. He sets the cup down against his coaster while shaking his head.

“There’s genuinely no reason for you to be sorry. I offered my help and it wasn’t like it put me out any. I don’t help just anyone. Buses will be packed since it’s nearly ten so let me take you to the dorms at least.” Eunchan takes a bite from his donut as you sit there staring at him in curiosity. Doesn’t help just anyone, huh? You thought to yourself as you finished off your donut, resting back against the couch in silence as he finished his breakfast. You figured there wasn’t any reason to argue with him as you sort of enjoyed the extra care. Looking down at the sweater you remember your top from last night, asking Eunchan if he knew what you’ve done with it, him getting up from the couch leaving the living room and coming back with your top now cleaned.

“Sorry, I didn’t want it to sit in the throw up so when I got you in bed I went ahead and cleaned it so it didn’t stain.”

You stare at him in awe, thanking him as you take it from his hands, excusing yourself as you go to the bathroom to change shirts. You liked the bagginess of his sweater already missing the soft fabric against your arms as you throw on your top, gently folding the sweater and placing it onto the hamper feeling weird about just tossing it in there mindlessly. Returning to the living room you help him clean up the remnants of breakfast, thanking him again for the hospitality as you two walk to his car. He jokes that you say thank you too much for the bare minimum which made you wonder what he considered as spoiling someone. You spaced out majority of the ride to the dorms, a bit preoccupied with the last twenty four hours that have been the most eventful you’ve had in a long while, thanking him again for bringing you back, tucking money into his cup holder and leaving before he can refuse it. Waving at him you press your student ID against the scanner, heading up to your dorm to hopefully spend your Saturday alone in the dorm until your roommate got home from work later tonight.

Monday you spend the day being grilled by Taerae who is very curious about what happened and why he heard from a friend of a friend that you left and got dropped off the next day from Eunchan. You tell him it’s not what it sounded like and he helped you after you got sick and your roommate didn’t get up to let you in, Eunchan not wanting you to be left out alone drunk. Taerae calls you messy and teases you for not taking it as an opportunity to flirt with him, you kicking him under the table for suggesting it. Turning the tables on him you tease him for bringing you to the universities’ café just so he could watch the barista, Hanbin, work. He calls you stupid but the blush across his face simply confirms what you already knew, proud of yourself for winning a few moments of no teasing. The bells of the café doors opening catches your attention, looking up and instantly back down as you catch sight of Eunchan, barely whispering when you tell Taerae to stop staring at him. Taerae smirks at you as he stands up, walking towards Eunchan pretending to ask Hanbin for a straw, making small talk with Eunchan as he motions towards you. Eunchan turns to look at you, quickly looking out the window as embarrassment covers your face in a flush, cursing Taerae in your head for being a prick. Turning your head to take a peek, Eunchan is still looking at you, deciding to wave at him instead of being rude. He gives you a smile, thanking Hanbin for the coffee, leaving the two to talk as he walks up to you. Instinctively you start fixing your hair which makes you mentally scream at yourself for doing so, smiling at Eunchan who pulls out a chair and sits down next to you.

“How are you?” You ask, trying to not choke on your words, sipping on your coffee to keep your mouth busy. Eunchan smiles as he speaks seemingly amused with your actions.

“Well someone left money in my car and ran away before I could give it back so I figured why not get a coffee with it. So, thank you for the coffee before practice.”

You tell him it’s boring compared to what he did for you, peeking over Eunchan’s shoulder glaring at Taerae who winks at you. Eunchan follows your gaze and apologizes for interrupting your date going to stand up. Not entirely thinking you grab his hand, dropping it in shock as you inform him that Taerae is only a friend, apologizing for grabbing his hand suddenly. With a smile Eunchan nods and says “noted,” stopping to tell you he didn’t mind his hand being held as he leaves the café.

The next few weeks you and Eunchan get closer. You can’t exactly place when and how it came to be but you’d meet up by the front doors, walking towards the café to grab coffees before class. Sometimes he’d text you to sleep in, saying he’ll just pick you up coffee, those days you were thankful.

“Are you and Eunchan dating?”

The question makes you choke on your food, wiping your lips as you rapidly shake your head at Taerae.

“We are definitely not dating, oh my god. What would make you think that?” You asked in between coughs and sips of iced coffee. He shrugs, taking a sip of his coffee before answering you finally.

“Well, you two have become extremely close after the party it seems. Everyone assumed you two liked each other hence the bickering but now you two are still bickering but very-“ Taerae pauses to think of what to say, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “- Close and the blushing is off putting.”

You groan, dropping your head against the table. Taerae laughs at you rubbing your back as he tells you it’s ok that you’ve decided to join the enemies to lovers trope; this earns him a jab to the ribs. The bell rings and you throw your trash away, walking out of the cafeteria and running into Eunchan who’s waiting for you across the doors, leaning back against the lockers. What Taerae said makes you blush, groaning in your head when Taerae tells you to have fun, running off to his next class with his other group of friends. Eunchan smiles at you, pushing himself off the lockers and towards you, asking if you enjoyed your lunch. You smile back and say yes, returning the courtesy by asking him if he enjoyed his lunch. He teases you for being unoriginal and says he didn’t have time since he was practicing, you stop in your tracks and glare at him, turning back around on your heel. He calls for you asking where you were going, you ignore his questions and grab him a banana milk, yogurt cup with fruit, and bread, paying for the snacks and shoving the bag into his hands. Eunchan whines telling you that he was fine, you continue to ignore him telling him that you’ll talk to him once he eats. This leads to the two of you sitting in his car, you in the passenger seat facing him with your arms crossed as you watch him eat. Eunchan peeks over at you and chuckles, blushing on his cheeks as he looks through the driver's side window.

“It’s hard to comfortably eat when you’re staring at me so hard, you know? I’m going to get indigestion from you.”

You tell him to stop being dramatic, playfully smacking his arm as you adjust in your seat to sit forward, sipping on your drink and scrolling through your phone while he finishes. Once he finishes (yes you made sure to check) you tell him he did a great job, ruffling his hair and telling him he’s regained your talking privileges. He stares at you with wide eyes, telling you that you’re a dork, his face so red you panicked he was going to burn up. Denying he was blushing you lean over the center console, poking his right cheek and saying he was definitely blushing, he quickly turns to face you which makes you in turn blush now, his face dangerously close to yours. Panicking, you lean back towards your seat and take a long swig of your iced coffee, changing the subject to ask if he had any plans. Eunchan shakes his head asking if you had anything to which you also shake your head. You two sit in silence for a moment before Eunchan asks if you’d like to hang out. Deciding you had nothing better to do, you nod, him smiling and starting the car.

The drive is silent mostly besides the occasional small talk and music. It’s peaceful and you realized your time spent with Eunchan is peaceful, you don’t think too much or worry around him. Pulling up to a convenience store, Eunchan hands you his card and tells you to pick out whatever you want snack wise. You come back out with two bags in each hand, Eunchan laughing asking if you got him anything to which you sarcastically shake your head telling him no. The remainder of the ride you two spend it screaming music, pulling up to a hiking trail, your eyes wide with wonder as you gaze around the scenery. Eunchan parks and tells you to let him carry the bags, stepping out to open the trunk, pulling out a blanket, locking the door when you step out. You go to try and help carry something but he denied you of doing so saying it was his job, shaking your head playfully at his ways. The hike isn’t very long thankfully, making it into the clearing, the sight of flowers spotting the grass makes you gasp in awe, following closely behind Eunchan. He guides you to a more open spot, laying the picnic blanket down and letting you lay down on it, resting down right beside you. The sun wasn’t bright thankfully due to the trees blocking it only allowing very subtle dim rays hit against your legs. For a while the two of you talk about everything and anything that comes to mind, laughing in between bites of fruit and sips of water, you don’t realize how close you two got, shyly blushing when the conversation fizzles out into quietness.

Eunchan tilts his head to the side, his eyes sparkling under the bright moon, making his already handsome features softer and angelic like. A blush creeps up your neck and settles down onto your face, the very little space between the two of you making your heart race, pounding against your chest.

“I know we’re supposed to be rivals, that’s what everyone expects now but I really want to kiss you.”

Eunchan’s words make your heart explode, your mouth opening to respond but nothing comes out, him growing embarrassed and getting up to leave you grab his hand, shaking your head. He raises his eyebrow in confusion, leaning back down letting you try to regain your composure, collecting your face into his hand.

“May I kiss you?”

With these last few weeks of you two becoming closer with each other, you couldn’t have ever predicted to be in this situation with him but you didn’t regret that drunken night anymore, not one bit. You nod, allowing him to guide you closer by the hand on your hip, closing your eyes when your lips touch. Your lips work simultaneously with his, the taste of his chapstick making you shiver, leaning closer as he moves the hand to your lower back lessening the distance between you two. Eunchan pulling your bottom lip in between his teeth makes you gasp, giving him room to slide his tongue alongside yours for a brief moment. The kiss was intoxicating, making your brain fuzzy as you climbed onto his lap, your hands wrapped around his neck to keep him close. If it was possible to get even closer you’d take that opportunity, huffing in annoyance not feeling close enough. Eunchan stops, pulling away, staring at you with concern.

“You ok? I didn’t mean to go too fast.” He said while going to help you off his lap. This takes you by surprise, holding yourself in place by tensing your thighs giving him a playful glare as if daring him to move you again. He chuckles calling you cute, cupping your jaw as he places a few more kisses against your lips. You whine that he feels too distanced burying your face into his chest trying to desperately satisfy the need to be impossibly close to Eunchan.

He lays back against the blanket, his hands naturally guiding to hold your thighs, smiling up at you making you blush looking away from him. Eunchan playfully pinches your thigh telling you to look at him, you are overwhelmed with so many feelings, squirming in his lap from his pinches and pokes. Your body freezes when Eunchan chokes out for you to stop moving in between a moan, his grip on your thighs firm keeping you still against his lap. Apologizing for making him uncomfortable he shakes his head, reassuring you that it wasn’t your fault, but his because he’s holding back the best he can. This intrigued you, pressing your weight back down onto his lap, subtly moving your hips against it. Eunchan’s grip tightens as he warns you that he’s going to lose all his will to hold back on his desires. Leaning down, you press a kiss against his ear, asking him why he’s trying so hard to hold back when even his body is begging for something else. He brings your face back to his, catching you into a heated kiss, his hands touching, exploring your body over your clothes. The slowness in pace annoys you, whining that you wanted to feel him, leaning up to pull off your cardigan leaving you in your skirt and cami. Cursing under his breath, Eunchan pulls you down to kiss against your now exposed collarbones, nipping at the skin leaving nice sized marks behind. You beg him to touch you, earning a bite against the soft part under your jaw, breath hitching in your throat as Eunchan slips his hand under your skirt. Mentally thanking yourself for wearing such as he growls in annoyance over your tights covering your skin, he tears the fabric without second thought making the wetness between your legs worsen.

“Eunchan.” You breathlessly moan into his chest as he continues to tear the fabric out of his way, stopping once satisfied. His fingers brush over the lacey fabric of your thong causing you to shiver, blushing over him teasing you for having such lewd panties on. You rebuttal saying you were hoping to have them in full view for him, this backfired as he accuses you of having such dirty thoughts. The two of you bicker back and forth before he shuts you up with his fingers pulling the fabric to the side, fingers brushing up against your folds. You bite your lip in between your teeth as he rubs you slowly seeing what makes you tick and beg for. The teasing only continues as he works his fingers slowly rubbing your clit making you whine against his chest, easing your ass up in hopes of getting more. His fingers pinching and rolling your clit in between them makes you shake, pretty cries being milked out of you, squeezing around him as he slips a single finger into you.

“Please, fuck,” You moan loudly against Eunchan while he manages to slip a second finger alongside the first, pumping them at a pace threatening to have you cum. You fumble to get a hand under his pants, struggling with the various buttons pleading for him to give you more than just his fingers. He calls you impatient which you don’t disagree with, giggling as he lays you down on your back, kicking off his pants making you drool as he takes off his boxers. You tell him to make sure to pull out, raising your hips as he takes off your panties and the ripped remains of your tights. The way Eunchan is looking at you makes you wetter, eyes rolling back as he rubs himself against your folds and clit. Neediness fills your entire being as you beg him to fuck you, telling him that you couldn’t wait any longer with a pout. Eunchan smirks at you but is quick to please, gently pressing into you, reminding you to relax as you clench around his size not expecting the stretch. His girth makes you roll your eyes back into your skull as he begins to change his pace into something steady. Soon you're holding hands as he thrusts into you eagerly, reducing you to nothing but moans and cries, the other hand flat on your lower abdomen urging you to cum. A slight change in position makes you shudder, Eunchan abusing your sweet spot until you’re cumming around him, mind going completely blank. With your lower half risen to meet flush with his pelvis, your pussy swollen and overstimulated.

“Please, Eunchan, please.” You whisper from behind your arms, covering your expressions as you moan feeling him twitch inside you signaling he was close to his own orgasm. Crying into his shoulder when he leans down, chasing his high making your inner thighs bright red and sore from how quick he was being. He pulls out, cumming onto the very edge of the blanket where the grass meets the fabric, cursing with each stroke. You whine as he leans back over to place a kiss against your lips, not allowing him to leave until you are satisfied. He asks if you’re ok, nodding in response asking him to grab your purse. Eunchan hands it to you, offering to help as you pull out a small pack of baby wipes, humming in stimulation as he gently cleans you up. Reality doesn’t set in until the car is packed up and you’re driving away, blushing thinking about how you just had sex with Eunchan, let alone outside. It’s quickly changed to a proud smirk as you thank Eunchan for the lovely evening, his face turning pink as he says it was his pleasure.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” You questioned looking at him with a smile as he pulled up to your dorm building. He nods and offers to pick you up in the morning for classes, happily agreeing with thanking him once more for earlier plans. Wishing him to get home safely, you lean forward to give him a quick kiss, bidding him goodnight as you leave to head inside.

Tomorrow is exactly what you were exactly expecting it to be, everyone staring as you two walk into the university hand in hand, sporting very visible hickies walking to your first class together. Taerae spots you first, his mouth dropping as he sees you linked with Eunchan, you sitting down next to him allowing him to gawk at you trying to process it.

“What the hell? You-,” he takes a quick pause before continuing. “And Eunchan - - when did this happen? Am I dreaming?”

Giving him a pinch against his thigh he jumps, rubbing the pain away as he mutters about you not knowing what a joke was. Not giving him another chance to fall into a rambling mess of questions, you go into detail about the course of events that led to this (of course not mentioning your activities at the picnic.) Which Taerae clocks instantly pointing at the display of hickies adorned down your neck and collarbones.

“And those, don’t tell me that you burned yourself with a curling iron.”

You feign ignorance asking what he meant, Taerae smacking you against the neck making you yelp and hit him back. Eunchan turns around in his seat, looking at you rubbing your neck then towards Taerae.

“I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t slap my girlfriend’s neck right now, if you can’t tell I already bruised her enough.”

Eunchan smiles smugly as he turns back around, Taerae gagging and telling the both of you to go perish away together. However you sit there frozen in your body, the same word repeating itself in your head like a montra.

Girlfriend.

Girlfriend…

Girlfriend?!

You chew on your thumbnail, staring holes into the back of Eunchan’s head. He never properly asked you out yet but he called you his girlfriend, so was it an automatic thing? Did he mean it or was it something casual that he slipped out by accident? The uncertainty of it was driving you mad, taking out your phone and sending him a text.

Meet me by the library door after this?

Watching as he fished out his phone from his jacket, your stomach bursts in nervousness from his response.

Sure.

The class ends, letting Taerae you were heading out first, ignoring the confused look on his face as he peers over your shoulder at Eunchan. Beelining to the library doors, you collect your courage mumbling to yourself to try and get your thoughts together to not shut down once in his presence.

“How is the conversation going?”

Hearing Eunchan’s voice causes you to jump startled out of your thoughts, turning around with an embarrassed smile on your face.

“Uh, good, I guess.” You drag out the sentence, nervously rocking on the balls of your feet, Eunchan having to bring your attention back to him.

“What did you need?”

The precious nervousness bubbles up in the pit of your stomach, your cheeks aflame trying to make the words escape from your mouth, stumbling on your words.

“What did you mean earlier when you said that I was, you know, your girlfriend?”

“What else would I mean?”

You pause, a subtle frown forming on your lips.

“You never asked me out, I wasn’t aware that we were exclusive.”

“Do you not want to be?” You can hear the slight hurt in Eunchan’s words quickly reassuring him that wasn’t what you were trying to say. Explaining how it took you by surprise due to the fact neither of you had made clear of your stance on the relationship and if it was serious or a fling stemmed from a new friends with benefits outlook. There’s a disappointed expression on his face which makes you feel guilty, reaching up to cup his face the best you could due to his height, speaking to him slowly yet gently as one could.

“Will you be my official boyfriend?”

“Always.” Eunchan responds, bending down so that he can place lips against yours, his hand cupping the back of your neck sending electricity down your spine and throughout your veins. His cologne welcomes you warmly, doing your best to bring him closer by yanking on the sleeves of his jacket, your lips working in perfect unison, humming contently while his fingers tag the hairs on the back of your neck.

The moment is cut short when you hear an exaggerated gagging noise, breaking away from Eunchan and peering around him seeing Taerae standing there hand in hand with Hanbin.

“You two are so gross, spare our eyes, please we beg.”

Flipping him off, you look up at Eunchan flashing him a smile before taking his hand and walking up to Taerae.

“One to talk when you got your fingers interlocked. I give it not even a few hours and you’ll be in the stairwells kissing away.”

Making dramatic kissing noises at him, Taerae whined that you're annoying, laughing as Eunchan tugs you towards his side, telling you to be nice. Taerae thanked Eunchan for quote on quote, “finally making a smart and intelligent proposal.” He laughs at Taerae’s comments, saying he’ll take it as a personal win for himself, the four of you walking out to the parking lot to head home. You stop on the passenger side of Eunchan’s car, smiling at him.

“What are you thinking?” Eunchan asked, eyeing the playful expression on your face.

“Can I come over?”

With an amsused smirk, Eunchan unlocks the doors for you, nodding.

“You never have to ask, beautiful.”

The drive to his place is quiet, not uncomfortable, but the sort of silence that brings you a sense of peace. Eunchan’s thumb brushing your hand in a gentle rhythm that puts you at ease, nodding subtly to his music.

Pulling into the parking lot, you undo your seatbelt before lifting yourself up using the center console as a boost to plant a surprise kiss against his cheek. He sits there surprised but quickly shifts to excitement, climbing out of the car after you. Reaching the front door, he snaked his free arm around your waist, unlocking the door and pushing it open to let you go in first, shutting it close behind him. No words were spoken as you spun around on your heel, pushing yourself up onto your tiptoes to kiss Eunchan. Placing his hands on either side of your hips, he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss as if not being close enough to you would harm him. The kiss itself is deep, passionate, and full of need from the both of you. Eunchan hummed deep in his throat, clearly obsessed with how small you were in comparison to him.

You trail your hand to cup him through his sweats, earning a nearly inaudible sigh from Eunchan who pulls away to look down at your hand then back up at your eyes. Taking it as a sign to continue, you do exactly that, palming him not yet breaking past the fabric of his sweats nor his boxers. His mouth hung open ever so slightly while his eyes fought to stay open, tipping his head back when you finally dipped your hand past the band of his clothes and touched his bare skin. The way your hand was working his leaking dick made his legs unstable, holding himself upright by leaning against the back of the couch.

“Fuck, baby, want to fuck you.”

Eunchan’s voice was low and raspy by now, pleasure coursing through him that he was sure he’d cum soon if he didn't stop you. With a playful whine, you grab his hand and guide him around the couch before sitting down, climbing onto his lap with ease. Instinctively placing his hands back onto your hips, he initiates the kiss, back to where you were just moments prior. Kissing Eunchan was exhilarating, his soft plump lips sending sparks throughout your body that made you crave more with each kiss. Feeling his erection grow under your ass, you lift yourself up by your knees, leaning down to whisper into his ear.

“Please, fuck me.”

It’s nearly automatic in the way Eunchan latches himself onto you, kissing and biting any exposed skin he could get his lips to. His large hands worked their way to bunch up your skirt to expose your panties (which didn’t stay on longer than a few seconds after he admired them).

“Channie,” you moaned as he rub his fingertips against your aroused clit, biting down onto your bottom lip internally begging for him to fuck you already; growing impatient from his teasing. Eunchan smiles smugly, loving the way you respond expressively to him, having you hover over his lap just long enough to pull both his sweats and boxers down. Staring at his dick you whip your head back up to meet his eyes then back down.

How the fuck did you fit that in you last time, you pondered.

Eunchan is quick to notice the uncertainty on your face, bringing you down to kiss your face whilst returning his hand to rub your pussy.

“You can take it, baby, you’ve done it before.”

Embarrassment brought a blush to your face but his words made you wetter, whimpering from his fingers dipping into and back out of your pussy. Carefully working you to ensure not to hurt you, he waits for you to ask for more before rubbing the head of his dick against your hole, gasping loudly as you sink down onto it. He firmly (and lovingly) tells you to slow down to not hurt yourself, your tiny cries being lost into the fabric of his shirt as you buried your face into him. The slight discomfort grows into pleasure as you begin to move your hips, Eunchan aiding you by lifting you up then slowly pulling you back down to meet flush with his thighs. He takes his time which allows for you to relax and fall into a rhythm with him, your head tilting to the side as you ride him.

Eunchan groans as your moves become needier, bouncing on his lap causing your skin to redden from the impact.

“Feel so good, baby, fuck.” He grabs a handful of your ass in each hand, kneading it between his fingers repeating the process over until your ass was red and stung to any degree of touching.

Your legs were beginning to grow tired, sweetly begging Eunchan for help, clenching around him knowing he’d fold instantly. Which unsurprisingly enough, works perfectly in your favor. Eunchan’s thrusts are deep but still considerably gentle, his face now buried into the crook of your neck. His breath fanned across your skin in between wet kisses and bites, your brain growing fuzzy from the sensitivity of your skin there. Each other's moans filled out the space of the living room, babbling between broken moans how amazing he felt or how badly you wanted to cum. Your growing need to cum was getting dangerous, Eunchan pushing down on your stomach whilst whispering into your ear, his teeth nipping at your earlobe in betweenst words. He was toying with you and enjoying every second of it shamelessly. The red hot knot growing tight in your abdomen threatened to unravel at any given moment now, moaning you were so close, hugging Eunchan tightly.

“Cum for me, baby, such a good girl.”

Eunchan quickens his thrusts, growing sloppier and uncoordinated as his own orgasm begins to unravel itself, thighs spasming as he cums in you. You cry into his chest, reaching your breaking point cumming onto his dick, shaking uncontrollably as you slump into him. Desperately trying to gulp any oxygen to your lungs, you clench around him feeling the mess you both contributed spill onto his lap. Eunchan carefully maneuvers you so he can pull out gaining shaky moans from you as he drags across your sensitive pussy, sitting back onto his lap absolutely spent.

Brushing the hair out of your face, Eunchan plants several kisses across your face, ignoring the sweat across your brows.

“You’re so beautiful.” His voice is deep as well as soft, a little blush forming on your cheeks due to his concentration on you.

“Shut up.”

“Yeah, that’s all you got to say, hm?”

Eunchan wraps you in a hug, kissing you all over your face, making you laugh and failing repeatedly trying to push Eunchan to climb off his lap and get away. It’s no use as his grip is secured, slumping back comfortably into his chest, playfully smacking your head against his chest. Placing his hand onto your forehead he lifts you to sit up, fixing your hair once more with a shake of his head.

“You’re something else.”

“Jeez thanks, I love you too.”

“Oh, you love me?” Eunchan smiles, his eyes cutely scrunched up making your heart jump from the cuteness.

“Of course I love you, my gosh.” You feign a pout, Eunchan pulling you up into yet another kiss, combing his fingers through your hair.

“Stop pouting, I love you so much.”

“Mm, good.”

Smiling brightly at his words, you let yourself get wrapped up into a heated make out session, tipping your head back as he pushed himself back into you.

Your heart exploded, it was amazing having the greatest boyfriend you could ever possibly wish for.

Enemies to lovers, what a silly yet beautiful trope.

[groupiewhoreee]

Do a fluff one with axl where you find out that you’re pregnant with fraternal twins but you’re scared to tell him

hii! i'd love to do this! thnx for ur req!

Shivering and Quivering

Warnings: None, pregnancy tw. Cursing. Vomit. (Minors can interact! But, you don't have to if ya prefer not to.)

Summary/Plot: In req by a lovely anon <3

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Your breasts felt sore. Your body felt weak, and you didn't feel well. It was almost like your body swelled up. Your hands shook, while you bent down and hovered over the toilet. Vomit spewed from you. You had missed ur period, and all the signs equaled to being pregnant. You felt full. Like someone filled you up. It didn't feel well.

Your legs quivered. You stood up shakily. You didn't think you were really pregnant. Axl was— hesitant on having kids. He didn't think you'd be pregnant either. But recently Axl gotten— extremely experimental during sex. You grabbed the small box from underneath the sink. You hesitated to open it, but ur hands controlled you, and continued to open the box. You pulled out the small test.

You took the test. Looking at the results, the two lines appeared. You started shaking even more than before. "Oh my fucking god," You muttered. You started crying. Tears streamed down ur cheeks. You didn't know what to say to Axl. You didn't know what to tell him. You decided to keep it a secret. Axl knocked on the bathroom door. "Y/N, are you alright? You've been in there for a while. Everything okay, babe?" Axl asked you, his rings scratching at the door. "I-I'm fine, Axl. I'll be out in a minute." You said, shaken. "Alright, just asking." He would murmur. You heard his footsteps travel away.

You hid the pregnancy test in ur pocket. You cleaned everything up, hiding the box. You walked out, cleaning ur eyes and making sure he didn't notice you crying. Axl walked towards you, hugging you. He kissed your nose, moving his hands to ur waist. He began to kiss ur neck and sleek jawline. "Axl, not today please, i'm just not feeling it." You said. "Oh, um. Okay, Sorry." Axl moved from you. He left a kiss on ur nose, before moving away from you. You headed off to bed. Ur eyes were heavy, and you felt awful.

Later in the next day, you scheduled a appointment with the doctor to get an ultrasound. During that appointment the doctor explained you have fraternal twins. She explained it to you and you were shocked and surprised. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You didn't know it was possible. You didn't wanna tell Axl. You were, overall— scared, and upset. You didn't think he'd want kids. You didn't think he would wanna parent kids. He was a rockstar, he couldn't always be there for the kids. You knew you had to do something.

You thought of an abortion at first. To get rid of the two eggs that had formed inside of you. But that was wrong. You didn't wanna get rid of the twins. You also wanted to have these kids, but you also didn't. You didn't know what Axl would think. You got home. Axl was home of course, sitting on the couch watching TV. "Hey, Axl. Can I talk to you?" You questioned. "Of course. Whats up?" Axl asked. He wasn't a easy person to talk to. "I'm pregnant." - "With Fraternal Twins." You said, sighing. Axl sat there, mouth open you sure it was gonna drop to the floor. "Holy shit-" Axl muttered. "That's.." He looked at the floor. "That's great, Y/N!" He smiled. "But, are you sure you want to have these kids?" He asked, walking towards you. He held ur hands. "Yes, I'm sure." You smiled.

"I can't believe I'm gonna be a father to two!" He said cheerfully. He hugged you. Kissing ur cheeks and everywhere around you. "You need anything? I'm here if you do." He asked. "I'm great, thanks. Do you mind going to the store and getting some things for me though?" You requested. " 'Course," Axl smiled.

[fabrickind]

How do you become a professional cosplayer? Thnx :)

Hello there!

Short answer is: you don't lmao

Long answer is: it's complicated and incredibly difficult, and depends on what you mean by "professional."

If you mean "someone who judges contests and/or gets invited to cons," the VAST majority of those aren't professionals. They may or may not get an appearance fee, even, depending on the con. (Note to cosplayers: don't let cons take advantage of you by not paying you for your work for them! Always get per diem, travel, and hotel at BARE minimum, and preferably also an appearance fee.) This isn't that hard to do, but you need to have a portfolio that backs up why you would be a good guest, and a good reason why you'd be a good guest. It's just a matter of emailing and/or applying to cons. I've only guested once, but if you want tips, I can give them.

However, based on the phrasing, I'm assuming you are a newer cosplayer who isn't ready for that yet. I assume this because if you've been around a while, you know that this isn't a question. Not "this isn't a question you ask" (as in, we don't talk about it in polite society), but that this isn't really a *thing* in the way that people outside of the cosplay community seem to think it is.

(Side note: I remember this question being asked for at least 15, 20 years online lmao it's easier to make money cosplaying now than it was then, but it's still incredibly difficult to make a living wage and fully support yourself on cosplay.)

There are professional cosplayers out there, as in, people who make the majority or all of their income from cosplay. They tend to be few and far between, and one of the open secrets of the community is that some people who try to make a go at it are supported by a partner or family with money.

But! There are ways to make money as a cosplayer. It's difficult and unlikely, especially with how saturated the market is, but there are ways.

This is all from a USA perspective, which I assume you're from or at least a similar culture, since you're asking me and not, say, someone living in Japan.

Do commissions. This works once you have a high enough skill level to have a client base that wants to pay you for those skills. It's difficult to both get enough commissions and finish enough commissions to have a living wage, though, so it's really only recommended if you are fast at it and/or are okay with it being a side gig.

Start a business selling resources. Patterns, 3D models, resin kits, etc. You'll be operating on thin margins, there's competition out there, and you'll need to be good and fast at these things, but some business prowess, skill, and a bit of luck, and people have done it. Some people also sell tutorials and such, but I don't know how much they make.

Sell prints. This is going to be the hardest of these to make a living wage on. You can couple this with other things on this list to add supplemental income. Basically, sell pictures of yourself online and at cons, start a Patreon, become a booth babe (there isn't enough in the way of "official cosplayer" jobs to make a living on, and usually you aren't paid much and still have to make the costume), etc. This bullet point usually goes with the next two.

Become an influencer. Confession: I don't know quite how this works, but your money would be coming from sponsorships, paid posts, youtube ad revenue, etc. This is also a lot of work, and you would basically be hustling 24/7. Think of the direction you would want to take this and what specific thing you would offer that sets you apart, and.....figure out how to become an influencer lmao. idk if there are cosplay influencers that make a full living off of it since it's a somewhat newer field and far from what I do, but the margin of success is also pretty small, I'd imagine.

Sex work. This is even further from what I know about, so I have NO idea how much money you would make or how to get into it. I'm sure there are guides online. You can do anything from the extremely soft (think gravure modeling: sexy clothes, lingerie, sexy poses, light nudity) to harder stuff (depicting sex acts, whether solo or with toys or partners, catering to fetishes in addition to cosplay, camming, etc.). This is going to be difficult as well and while all of these are not for everyone, this one especially. (Honestly not my thing at all but so much respect for people who can handle it.) You'll want to keep yourself safe online for SURE if you go into this, and it will require stricter safety measures than the rest of these (which also require strict safety measures). Also think long and hard about whether you want the stigma following you: unfortunately, our society still stigmatizes sex work, and you can lose jobs, friends, etc. if people find out, and it'll be hard to physically get and keep your money because of banks and credit card processors not accepting sex work money. This isn't to say "don't do it" but it's something to really think about and look into. IDK where to get advice on the cosplay specific side of this, but Slate's How to Do It column has had a few letters about sex work generally over the years -- here's a few -- and usually Stoya points the letter writer to further resources. (Also tends to be only cosplay adjacent from what I've seen? You'll be dressing up but won't be wearing much in the way of costumes lmao)

There might be more ways that I can't think of, but these are the main ones you will encounter. Again, being a professional cosplayer isn't really like....a thing. Most people who have done it have had a long and difficult career of carving out space for themselves and finding income streams. There really isn't something, at least here, that is having someone pay you to exist in cosplay, unfortunately.

I'm also assuming you aren't talking about costuming generally as a career, which is a whole different ballpark. Actually, that might be something to look into as a career to fund your cosplay hobby (and possible cosplay side gig) if you are interested. Otherwise, enjoy it as a hobby, slowly build a business if you think you are up to it, and see where it takes you. :]

I hope that helps! Good luck

[luvrl0sers]

Hey! Hope you’re doing well. For the prompt how about 42, 44&45 for jungkook?

Thnx 💜💜

tea leaves what do you see?...

it was dinnertime, the house began to warm with the scent of garlic & basil filling the air as the two of you made pasta. your lovely boyfriend providing the music dancing through the house. while he took care of the meat on the stovetop, you were cutting the veggies. “hey babe?” kook asked as he stirred the sauce. “yeah” you replied setting the knife down leaning against the cutting board to answer his question. as you went back to dicing your hand brushed against the knife handle making the knife fall. as it fell, without thinking you tried to catch it, by throwing your leg against the cupboard hoping to stop it from hitting the ground. on the way down instead of catching it the knife caught your thigh leaving a sizeable cut across it. “ahh” you winced. your boyfriend spun around to look in your direction to see what had happened. seeing the long wound on your leg he ran towards you, scooping you up in his arms & bringing you to the couch so he could take a better look at it. “hold on, stay right there” he said then running to the bathroom to grab the first aid box from under the sink. he came back quickly with the big white box setting it down next to you. he took out some gauze covering your cut with them, applying some pressure to it to stop it bleeding quicker. “oww” you cried. “i'm sorry baby, i need it to stop bleeding so i can look at it; so i can take care of you” he frowned seeing how much pain you were in. “nothing’s gonna happen to me with you taking care of me, right?” “nothing's gonna happen to you i promise. it's really not very deep, it's just bleeding a bit” he reassured you. after a few minutes he softened the pressure of his hands on your thigh & took a look at the cut. “it's not too bad, i just have to clean it & wrap it up” he smiled grabbing your hands & waving them around in celebration. you smiled at his attempt to cheer you up. but your smile turned into concern focusing back on the word clean. “clean? but that's gonna hurt so bad” you began to feel overwhelmed with tears again. “only for a few seconds baby, i love you too much to leave you like this. i don't want you getting an infection” he gave you a sympathetic smile while he softly rubbed the side of your leg. “i promise i'll be as fast as i can” he convinced you further. “okay...” you agreed reluctantly. he brought out some clean gauze & the solution to clean your wound. “okay this is how i'm gonna do it, i'm gonna pour the solution on the gauze & im gonna go over the cut a few times to make sure it gets in there okay? i'll go fast; are you ready?” he saw you looking unsure. he prepared the gauze “here, squeeze my hand” he gave you his free hand & gave your hand a few good squeezes. “on three okay. one...two...three” he quickly but gently swiped over your thigh a few times with the wet gauze.“AH” you yelped, the solution felt like lemon on a papercut multiplied by ten. you squeezed koo's hand tight shutting your eyes. “i know it hurts. i'm sorry, i know baby” he said throwing the gauze as he was finished with it. he quickly gave you his other hand to squeeze. “i'm so sorry honey” it hurt him so bad seeing you in such pain it made his heart squeeze every time he felt you tighten your grip on him. the stinging lessened away after a minute. he kissed the tops of your hands, pulling on your arms so that you leaned towards him, pressing a kiss to your lips. he cupped your face with his hands wiping away all the tear streaks he could see with his thumbs. “now we just wrap it okay, sweetheart the hard part is over. i'm proud of you” “thank you baby, & thank you for taking care of me” you sniffed cupping his face. he just about melted before looking for the wrap. after finding it he gently but securely wrapped your thigh, kissing the top of your injury when he was finished. he got up to check the kitchen for anything salvagable. he came back & sat behind you pulling your back to his chest; “i think we should order take out instead, all we were cooking is burnt” you both laughed.

he babied you all night as you ate & watched a movie.

[the-type-a]

Rock Band AU

Courtney is the main vocalist & occasionally plays the guitar, Duncan is the lead guitarist, Gwen on drums & idk who else could be involved bcuz this is just an idea I’ve been throwing around in my head

-Duncney were together before the band was formed and stayed together till they reached stardom BUT they eventually break up due to many reasons (omg) and they decide to stay “cordial” for the band(which took a lot of convincing from the other members)

-Duncan wanted to live the “true rockstar lifestyle” and in his mind he couldn’t do that in a relationship because he’s dumb

-Courtney of course lets the fame get to her and becomes a bit controlling of the band

-Courtney writing diss songs about Duncan while he just has to stfu and perform them with her(tensions rise)

-all the members partake in substance abuse because well, it’s a rock band au and it adds to the drama lmao so Duncan livin’ like a rock star, Courtney does it to deal with the stress but will deny it profusely, and the other members need it just to deal with both of them and their drama

-so Duncan’s an asshole and the substances don’t help but just imagine.. Courtney in the green room fighting GROUPIES out of jealousy, oh the press has a field day because of “inside sources” leaking pics and vids 👀

-Of course any time there’s negative media about Courtney, Duncan goes wild on twitter(unless he’s mad at her) and his PR Team has to take his phone away.. he very much fights his own fans lol

-ofc there’s Gw*ncan shippers because drama & that adds even more tension between the members, Courtney’s insecure & gwen’s like “man I just wanna play the drums STOP”

-Ok but like also Courtney’s sick of seeing girls leave Duncan’s trailer so she gets her first groupie OR maybe she hooks up with a band member from a band their touring with and Duncan finds out? Oh boy.

-ok but on-stage drama?? Duncney just glaring at eachother while performing and Duncan smashes his guitar or Courtney gets all in his face, belting out lyrics dissing him specifically

-DRUNKney in either ones trailers after a show, both just crying about how much they love and can’t live without each other but the next day they act like nothing happened because they’re both stupid messes

-Ok but imagine the mess at awards shows, Courtney being the only sober one while her band mates act a fool?? Red carpet drama?? Blowing up at the paparazzi for invasive questions?? Oml

-Duncan is very much toxic in this and despite him living the rockstar life, he hates seeing Courtney do the same, Gwen will always call him out on it and he plays dumb like BOI

-Ok but awe imagine Duncan writing love songs for Courtney in the beginning and vice versa, a few of them are their most popular songs so they HAVE to perform them, ouch. There’s definitely compilations of their performances where they look at each other with heartbreak and longing(also compilations of their on-stage drama lmao)

-Ok but Courtney’s main look is Bell bottoms, chunky heeled boots & a Bustier(very much inspired by Selena thnx) but she didn’t start this look until she became single which had Duncan punching the air

-Ok but Tour Bus drama?? All of them in a cramped space, the boys are messy, the girls have too much stuff, they can’t get away from each other when fighting because they’re all stuck in the same small vicinity lol

-ok but the bands sound is constantly changing but stays within the rock genre because of all their different aesthetics which makes them so popular because they bring in fans that have different tastes✨ There’s definitely an insane amount of arguing whenever writing/producing a new album lmao

There’s eventually a happy ending or something Idk I just need a trashy, drama filled fic full of rockstar aesthetic and good tunes✨ but add more if you’d like & who could the other members be?? Omg

Omfg I love these so much! Definitely need a Rock Band AU!!

I immediately thought of this fanart from way back when.

Color by daanton and lineart by TDI-Exile on DA

I know Bridgette’s on the drums in it but like either way it’s a vibe.

The tension this band has to endure from Duncney is unreal. I can imagine everyone needing couching for whenever they do interviews because if not?? They would spill so much tea!

This might be a hot take but like, Geoff being the tour manager? He’d 100% know how to get good business for them. All the clubs, bars, stadiums?

Omfg DJ as their head of security? Bodyguard DJ!!! Everyone sees him and just knows not to try some stupid shit. He’s rock solid and will shut shut down when it comes to protecting the band.

Idk about anything else lol you pretty much nailed it with this one ❤️‍🔥

[ninathekllrr]

Reposting of something I posted 2 days ago - I had a conversation with the civil person and I decided to remove the reblog attachment because I knew that’d just lead to more issues. This is what the rest of my post said.

Pink = edits within the text of the old reblog

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I didn't wanna interact with this post at all (reblog removed) and I wanted to leave it be, but the people in this call-out and their friends have decided to drag me into it for some fucking reason and I want to get my voice out there. stop accusing me of shit and twisting the hell out of my words. Thanks. Idgaf if u have beef w my friends:

I AM NOT MY FRIENDS.

Just a bit of context,, We got banned from a server that was dehumanizing my friend and questioning her for her source and appearance as a nina fictive because I was “spying” HABIT (who was fronting at the time) had screenshotted nitpicks of what the people in that server had said about my friend and told her about the situation, in which the next morning we had two people dming me (who I will not name because I don’t want shit to escalate. I just want my point across) upset that we had leaked what they were saying about my friend in that said server.

It was also revealed that we were banned because one of the two people who had DM’d me was suspicious that HABIT was a spy. We had assumed it was because, in the server, there were not only mentions of my friend (the nina fictive) but us as well and Celeste and Danny, whom the people who were called out in this doc had bad blood with, and they didn’t want us knowing they were talking shit about us.

There had been a more civil conversation between the first person who DM’d me, so I don’t care about that. Though we aren’t as comfortable interacting with them anymore even if they are still a friend because of the circumstances. We’ll talk for now but keep our distances + im paranoid that something will happen to me for speaking my mind. But the second person was just accusing us of spying and only wanted to leak the messages of my friend to my friend, which first of all if I was spying, why are you so afraid and upset your chats got leaked? Hm? Because you’re aware that what you’re doing and saying is wrong.

I’m not a part of this doc and I never was. Idc if the people involved in this doc have some sort of beef with people they assume have made it and are taking it out on neutral parties, just stop. I’m not naming names. But if this escalates I’m leaking screenshots on here. Stop trying to make it seem like the people who aren’t even involved but deemed guilty anyways are fucking criminals and should be crucified for speaking up against you. Being a teenager/minor or also having disorders doesn’t make u any less problematic and ableist then you’ve already proven yourselves to be. That’s all I have 2 say thnx ^.^ ! !

Also, just an FYI the person who had gotten me banned (person number 2 that DM’d me) had claimed they got banned from my server, which they WERE NOT. This person has spoken about leaving servers and GCs by mistake numerous times before. I believe they also used this claim against me on why they thought it was a good idea to ban us, but the only reason why they weren’t brought back in immediately was because I wasn’t fronting and HABIT was already defensive because I was in a bad mental state. To which this person responded hoping that I’d feel better soon, maybe like an hour before getting us banned. Again. DO NOT INVOLVE ME. I AM A NEUTRAL PARTY AND NOT APART OF THE DRAMA.

I will only get involved if someone forces me in. Which is what happened. Idc about the doc and the people involved are irrelevant to me. I believed it was necessary reblogging because I’d been personally targeted as of today, and not only by the people in the doc, but their friends too.

+ things might be repetitive. I’m not proof reading English isn’t my first language so womp womp

ADDING ON —

I ain’t talking to these people again unless they approach me first. I deserve an apology and so do other people. We shouldn’t be your fucking victims because we personally know people you don’t fucking like. We are beings with our own lives too. They don’t revolve around the people you hate unless you make it seem like we do.

Also, we had talked to a friend of these 2, (3) (who is also a neutral party!! I’m not dragging them in whatsoever. And they had actually said that we were banned because HABIT was being ‘rude.’ Like stated above: HABIT was being blunt.

A friend who is also neutral, yet also got banned for the same associations, had warned the people who were talking to us that I was tweaking. HABIT did not out right state it was fronting but it didn’t say anything about people assuming it was me. Which I can’t blame. But I just love how people are being told we were banned for being RUDE (??) when the people who did actually fucking ban us did it bc of COMPLETELY DIFFERENT ACCUSATIONS.

ok im officially done

[destinyc1020]

are you part of the SAG by any chance? Or have you heard anything regarding the strikes going on in Hollywood/// thankfully I'm in the Canadian union ACTRA! we have definitely felt it up here as there is such a lack of auditions. I usually got say 5-10 a month, but now it's more like 2. But i try to keep up to date with all the strike stuff in case I ever need to join their union, but I probably know as much as you.

I did hear there are new temporary, hopefully permanent, audition rules that help actors out a lot, such as no day-of audition requests (has to be 48hr for adults, 72hr for minors now), having the opportunity to audition live (which helps build a needed rapport with casting so they are actually forced to interact with you and see your face and full performance-instead being able to skip the tape all together if they feel like it), and no horizontal camera full body shots (now they can be in portrait mode- which I actually dream of ACTRA implementing, it sounds random but it is so great). so hopefully the AMPTP agrees to these very basic updates for the future. but also them and SAG haven't even reopened negotiations since the strike started so who knows. My teacher said strike could look to end around canadian thanksgiving (october), but the general conscientious is winter or spring '24 which is like horrifying

If you're into it I would check out the acting reddit sub for updates as members post a lot about it and a lot of them are SAG

Hey Actress Anon! 👋🏾

Thnx for answering my question! 😊

Yea, I don't foresee any of these strikes ending anytime soon tbh (definitely NOT by October), especially not after the ridiculous gaslighting stunt the studio execs just pulled a few days ago. 🙄😒

But to hear that some don't think it will be resolved until maybe spring if next year is just madness.... but honestly, I wouldn't be surprised! I've been saying for a while now that everyone thinks this thing is just gonna blow over and be done with by next year, but I've always been unsure about that. 👀

With the way these execs are acting, we could well be into this strike even NEXT year y'all. 🙁🤦🏾‍♀️ I am fully ready for that possibility.

It's a total power play. And when someone is more concerned with exerting their POWER over you, and getting their way, instead of using reasonableness, and actually trying to negotiate some terms so that BOTH sides can sorta win in this, then this thing can go on for a LONG time. 🤷🏾‍♀️

We've already surpassed the length of time of the previous strike from 2007 (100 days) . Let's hope 🙏🏾 we don't surpass the WGA Strike of 1988 (153 days). 😔

[lucygraysboy]

billy’s setting his phone back down on the nightstand, determined to get some sleep tonight, when the lock screen comes to life once again. jaw clenching as he contemplates his next move, his elbow digging deeper into the mattress. he’s been fairly good at ignoring people from back home lately, which deep down he’s not proud of, but there’s too much pent-up anger thrumming through him now, too much curiosity and sadness. he lays on his back, the phone inches away from his nose as he scrolls through the notifications, squinting in disbelief. what the fuck is she accusing him of now?

billy bonney: have you been smoking/drinking/doing hard drugs today??? serious question bc i swear to god you sound so out of it rn i’m getting worried

at first, he intends to leave it at that, mute all notifications so they don’t disrupt his night, but can’t help himself. he genuinely doesn’t understand why she’s suddenly so obsessed with jesse and what free vagina? his temples begin to throb mercilessly. there goes his sleep — out the window just like that.

billy bonney: you think that’s why i kissed you?? cause i wanted to FUCK you?? you’re sick. fyi i don’t need your free vagina to get laid. and what’s next? maybe i held your hand in 1st grade cause i wanted to steal your lunchbox??  billy bonney: yeah whatever your mama didn’t do a better job lol her daughter’s insane.

billy bonney: lmao bet you wanted to tell me how much you hate me thnx hun don’t need to hear that again ✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻

he stares at the screen for a moment longer, waiting for another gray bubble to appear. will it? did she fall asleep on him? 

an entire evening had pass and of course he chose to wake her up in the middle of the night after her mind had just settle into sleep and off of thinking about him after she’d spent the entire evening going insane dying slowly in the silence. just to reply bullshit. bullshit, disturbed out of her sleep, the only place she can get away from him and be numb from him and there he was pissing her off even more so of course she didn’t hold back this time.

lucy gray: my problem is you thinking you can get free vagina off me just because i’ve been the closest girl you been to so you can go back and tell JESSE you failed at it since thats what youre so pissed off about motherfucker

lucy gray: no she wouldnt be proud of you at all acting like slime, she didnt raise you like that and you know it

lucy gray: to think i had something else to say so thanks for tellin me you have no interest in what i have to say. gn

sending the last message to contact ‘mf 👹’ before slamming the phone down and rolling back onto her side, hugging honey the bear and trying to coax herself to stop wasting tears on him. trying to erase him out of her mind, because if she had never wandered out to the neighbors being curious, she would’ve never met him anyway. she should start treating it as such, her life would be normal and not in shambles, so she has to learn to move on like he never was the entire part of her life. it’s just how abrupt and confusing it happened that makes it so difficult to do.

[cas-skz]

FIREWORKS

Your mom decides to throw a New Years Eve party, and eagerly introduces you to her friends son. You and Changbin pop off into a new year and a new friendship.

18+ MDNI!!! plz&thnx

WARNINGS/SUMMARY: *Michael Scott voice* SEX, unprotected sex (wrap ya dingaling) oral (m to f), big peen probs (momentarily), basically kinda cute fluff into the naughty yanno

yapyapyap sorry if the spacing is weird on this, I’m on my phone posting rn but will fix later. real question I have some real wild stuff in my drafts and if u dare me I’ll post it ok. Also Jac didn’t proof read so expect errrors in grammar and spelling ok thanku

cas xx

“Mooooom, why the help would you invite him?! You exclaimed dramatically as your fingers curled a slice of meat for the charcuterie board you were working on. “Hey, his mother is a good friend of mine and you said it yourself you find him attractive.” She laughed, moving around the kitchen area setting things up for your New Years Eve party. It was the first time you’d been home for the holidays in almost 3 years, and your mom had been raving on about her friends son for at least 1.5 of them. People started arriving around 9:30pm, but you were still hid out in your room touching up your makeup. Since it wasn’t a giant party, you decided to dress casually cute and do simple make up.

“Y/N!! Can you come down, please?” You heard your mom yell. A soft groan passed through your lips as you shoved your Ugg’s on, checking yourself once over in the mirror. Your sweater was far too baggy, but it was a vintage plaid and looked really cute with your black leggings. You skipped down the stairs, a small smile in your lips as your mom stood at the bottom, accompanied by a friend and her son. Giving a small wave, you stopped at the bottom of the stairs as your mom did introductions. “And Y/N, this is Changbin. Evelyn’s son I was telling you about.” You couldn’t help but laugh when your mom gave him a nudge, “You’re so embarrassing sometimes.” You smiled, rolling your eyes jokingly. She had always been like this, and you learned to accept it finally.

Around 10:30 the party was in full swing, mainly your parents friends mingling and chatting in the kitchen, while your little brother had a group of friends gaming in the basement. You had taken to the living room with your glass of wine, watching Dick Clark’s Rockin New Years Eve on tv. “Can I get you a refill?” You heard a male ask, turning slightly to see Changbin with a fresh bottle of wine and a glass in hand. “Please and thank you.” You smile, holding your glass up for him to pour into. He joined you in the couch, and your eyes gazed over him for a long moment. You’d only seen him in pictures but in person, he was way more attractive than you expected. Before he catch you looking, your eyes shot to the tv as Miley Cyrus came on. “She looks so different now.” You commented, taking a long sip of wine as you felt your face turn red.

After chatting for a bit and letting the wine settle in, you and Changbin joined the parents in the kitchen as New Years approached. Your dad had forced you into a game of flip cup, pinning you against Changbin, who you easily beat. He threw you a little smirk, “I’ll get you next time.”

The players had switched, and you stood in the kitchen looking out into the house as the group cheered each other on. Your hand gripped the wine glass, taking a sip as you noticed Changbin starting to walk towards you. “IT’S ALMOST MIDNIGHT.” You heard your brother scream as he and he friends came running up the stairs. “He- HEY, watch yourself dork!” You yelled at your brother as he knocked past you, pushing you directly into Changbin’s large and firm chest. His arms wrapped around you, as the rest of the teens ran by, before he looked down at you. “All good?” He chuckled. You nod, fixing your hair a bit and regaining yourself, laughing shyly as you patted Changbin on the chest. “Yes. Just remind me to trip him or something later.” You laughed.

“Oh, look who’s under the mistletoe.” Your mom said from the dining room, as a wave of giggling started between her and Changbin’s mom. Your eyes glanced up, confirming it was in fact above your heads. Changbin’s hands were rested on your hips, and he gave you a small squeeze before a shy chuckle escaped his lips. “Do- uh. Should we?” He stumbled over his words, which made you blush. “Yes we should.” You say, leaning up on your tippy toes as he leaned down for his lips to meet yours. The butterflies it gave you were unexpected, but the alcohol in your system had you craving for more.

You pulled away once the whole house burst into cheers, shyly hiding yourself in your hands. Thankfully, the count down to New Years took the attention away from the two of you. Turning your attention back to Changbin, his hands squeezed your sides once again, this time pulling you a little closer to him. You didn’t mind, and let your hand rest against his chest. “New years kiss?” He asked, a small smile tugging at the edge of his lips.

The countdown from 10 has started in the background, and you slowly nodded as one of his hands moved up your body to cup your cheek. As the clock struck midnight, his lips met yours, kissing you deeply. Your stomach did flips as you kissed back, leaning into him slightly. The alcohol was definitely having an effect on you and you weren’t sure if Changbin was feeling the same or just had plans of his own. With everyone distracted, and your little make out session quickly heating up. His lips were addicting in a way. How they moved against yours, how perfectly soft they were.

You broke the kiss, but kept yourself close so he could hear you over the crowd. “Do you wanna get some air?” You question, biting your lip gently. Changbin nods, taking your hand and quickly heading towards the backdoor. You took one last glance inside, thanking god no one had spotted you slipping out. You pointed him towards the pool house, which your parents had turned into a tiny hang out for your brother to smoke in.

Fireworks has started in the front of the house while you and Changbin quickly entered the hangout, locking the door behind you. Changbin was quick to pin you against the door, his lips finding yours again, rougher and sloppier kisses being shared. His hand found its way under your sweater, resting on your ribs for a moment as his lips moved to your neck. He placed a few gentle kisses, nipping at your skin before speaking into your ear. “Do you want to do this? I just want to make sure we’re both consenting.”

You lifted his head to look into his eyes before placing another deep kiss on his lips. “You have no idea how hot it is when a guy asks first.” You smiled. “Gotta be a gentlemen, even when you’re drunk.” He laughed, returning his lips to yours as his hand worked to unclasp your bra. His hand moved back to your breast, cupping it as his fingers twisted and played with your nipple. You ran your hand over the bulge in his pants before tugging his belt off, working your fingers to undo the buttons and zipper.

Changbin’s arms quickly swooped you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You tossed your sweater and bra aside, which sent a small shiver up your spine. Changbin carried you over to the couch, laying you down as he hovered over you. “I feel like a teenager.” You giggled, finger tips running along his muscular chest, down along his abs. “Sneaking around behind our parents backs.” Your fingers worked backed to his pants, pulling his lower half closer to yours. “We’re never telling our moms about this, right?” He questioned. You couldn’t help but laugh, using a finger to motion for him to come closer. You softly pressed your lips to his, “never”

Your fingers tangled into Chanhbin’s curls are his tongue slid quickly along your clit, “You taste so fucking good.” He moaned against you, sliding a single finger into your entrance. A small gasp escaped your lips when his finger started to move slowly, “Fuck-feels so good.” You moaned, your head falling back. A second finger slipped inside you as his lips met your jaw line, working their way up your neck before finding your lips. Changbin’s kisses had softened, each one sending tingles down your spine. His fingers slowly slid out and be brought them up to your mouth, pressing them gently into your lips before you sucked them slowly.

The tip of his cock pushed slowly at your entrance, teasing away but also trying to fit his size. “Might be a little too big.” He half laughed, biting his lip gently as he tried to push in. “I can handle it.” You whisper, your fingers moving to rub slow circles onto your clit. Using his thumb to guide his cock, he slowly pushed inside you, barely able to use his full length. You both moaned in unison as he slowly thrusted, each one allowing him to push deeper inside. “I’m gonna cum” you moan, letting your fingers settled as your walls started to contract. Changbin’s hips started to rock faster as you climaxed, your thighs gripping onto him as your body twitched. You pulled him close, kissing his lips roughly as you felt your body relax slightly, allowing Changbin’s thrusts to bottom out. Your walls were clenched tight around his cock, every stoke hitting perfectly.

Changbin quickly pulled out, gently taking you by the wrists to pull you gently off the couch, where he took a seat. You bent down quickly, your hand moving slowly around his shaft as your lips found the lip, placing kisses upon the bright pink tip. You sucked softly, just taking the tip into your mouth as your hand moved slowly. You placed kisses along his length before making back up and straddling his waist, using your hand to guide his cock to your entrance. You slowly eased yourself onto him, letting your hand rest on his firm abs as you slowly rode his cock, quiet curses escaping his lips as his hand slapped gently against your ass. The second round of fireworks started to ring out as your hips moved faster, wetness dripping down as you hid your face in his neck, unable to control your moans.

Changbin’s lips sucked at your neck as your legs started to shake, another climax hitting. You let your body rest on his lap, moving your lips back to his as your walls continued to contracts against his cock. “You feel so good.” He moaned, “I don’t think I’ll last much longer.” He laughed, pecking his lips into yours. His hands moved to your hips, grinding your them down into his. It didn’t take long before you came again, your walls tightening around his cock.

Your lips moved to his neck, sucking hungrily at his skin, “please cum for me.” You moaned in his ear as your hips picked up speed a bit. You leaned back a bit, looking at Changbin as you rode, smiling drunkenly at him as his hands ran over your body. He cursed quietly as his head rested on the back of the couch.

Your hands rested on both sides of his neck, pulling his head back so you could see him. His cock started to twitch inside you as his hands grabbed your hips, slamming you down onto him as his load shot deeply into you. Changbin pulled your lips to his, kissing you deeply as his hips bucked into yours before settling. You let you head fall onto his shoulder, trying to calm your breathing. “What are the odds we can sneak back to my place?” Changbin questioned with a smirk.