#Smashing them together like toy dolls

[maidofhearteditz]

Hell0! I abs0l0utely l0ve y0ur b0ards! C0uld I request a feferi x aradia m00db0ard? With fish, p0ssibly canes/m0bility aids, b0nes, and whatever y0u feel w0uld fit? Thank y0u s0 much!!

[translation: hello! I absolutely love your boards! Could I request a feferi x aradia moodboard? With fish, possibly canes/mobility aids, bones, and whatever you feel would fit? Thank you so much!!]

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3833< Aww ty, Anon! Hope u like the board 0u<!

(B33< Fun fact: Arafef was my first wlw homestuck ship! 383)

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[the-chaos-crew]

I figure I should compile my comic into an easy to access thing so when the next two pages get finished then go 'head and click

this

also I am so sorry about my shit dialogue, first time ever actually like. writing a story of some sort onto paper. up until now all my stories have been hanging around in my head. never even written anything on docs cause I suck at getting thoughts out of my head onto paper

ALSO also, I plan to have this comic be almost like an episodic type deal?? idk I'm bad at a long continuous plot so just gonna have chapters of lil stories

maybe some continuity between stories but not [this story] leads to -> [this story right after] if that makes any sense

feedback GREATLY appreciated

[woongiez]

Hiii it's my first time asking you for smt, just so yk I LOVE GUNWOOK SM BRO LIKE I JUST WANNA KEEP THAT 6 FT MAN IN MY POCKET AND PROTECT HIM. yk his little head tilt thing that he does? OKAY CALL ME A WHORE FOR THINKING OF THIS BUT DUDE HEAR ME OUT. His head tilting and he's smiling while he's overstimulating you or something with toys... LIKE IDK MAYBE I'M JUST INTO LIKE THE SWITCH UP LIKE HE'S SO SWEET AND THEN BOOM😭

i never thought i'd ever start writing on tumblr until i received my first ask??/!/!&:@:@ thank u anon for bringing my writing era back 🥹 and i haven't written for a longggg time so please excuse it if it's horrible 😭

BUT OMG you're so so real i know exactly what you're talking about !!!

it's just another normal makeout session on the couch with gunwook like you have everyday but suddenly he pulls apart and looks at you with the cutest shiny puppy eyes.

"hey doll i wanna try something" he says as his cheeks turn a cherry shade of red.

he waits for your nod of approval and as soon as he gets it he picks you up swiftly, carrying you back to the room and placing you down on the bed like the princess you are. he instructs you to undress yourself and he goes into the closet to find something, but comes back with a vibrator. your eyes widen, not knowing what on earth he's going to do to you with it. he crawls towards you on the bed, placing the vibrator beside you.

"i saw these the other day and i thought of using them on you so i bought it" he flashed the most innocent little gummy smile, before smashing his lips onto yours, his teeth pulling on your lower lips as his hands roam all over your body — caressing every inch closely as if he wanted to remember the feeling of your soft skin on his fingertips for the rest of his life.

his hand dipped down to your soaking slit. "so wet already angel? we haven't even gotten started" you could feel him smirking through the kiss; his teasing just made your walls clench around nothing.

"mmh.. wook please just touch me already" your hands squeezed onto his biceps and your nails dug into the skin forming red crescent moons.

"patience baby ... don't bite off more than you can chew" he smirked as he grabbed the vibrator from beside your head, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to switch it on. the glint in his eyes and the buzz of the vibrator as it turned on told you that you were in for a long night.

you watched as he brought his fingers to your soaking wet pussy, running his middle finger up and down, as he maintained eye contact with you. your body shuddered at his touch and he smirked as he brought the vibrator to your clit. the vibrations sent waves throughout your body, the pleasure taking over your body. gunwook just watched your body writhe under him as he pressed the vibrator to your clit, setting it on the highest setting. the ecstasy took over you, your eyes rolling back and your nails digging deeper into his shoulders as you tried your very best to grip onto them. his head tilted a little to the side as he smirked down at you, watching your face contort in pleasure.

“fuck.. fu– wook im gonna c-cum” you managed to get out between gasps as your stomach twisted into a knot.

“come for me angel” he whispered as he pressed the vibrator onto your clit, his other hand reaching for your nipples, tugging and twisting at them.

you bucked your hips as you squirted all over him as you screamed his name, his soaked tank top now clinging onto the outline of his abs. your chest heaved up and down and you tried to catch your breath but the pleasure just started build up again as gunwook rubbed the vibrator on your clit.

“fuck baby that was so hot.. will you do it again?” he mumbled as he leaned and buried his face in your neck, leaving kisses all over.

“mmhh..fuck wook! t-too much!” your legs trembled and your voice started to get all pitchy as he overstimulated you. tears welled in your eyes and your thighs began to clench themselves together but he immediately brought his hand to them, spreading them wide open with all his strength, and watching in awe as your throbbing clit vibrated to the rhythm of the vibrator.

“not until you give me another one angel” he tilted his head as he looked at you, his hand cupping your tear-stained cheeks. safe to say it was a very long night indeed...

[partycatty]

was requested to write interviewer!reader by this lovely post so here we are. @super-ssimp

johnny cage > interview

you, a reporter, have some questions for the hollywood heartbreaker. he just can't seem to focus on your questions.

notes: heheheheeggeheegehehegeh he's so fine in the gif i'm gonna shit everywhere

[ masterlist ]

• a box-office smash hit dropped after a long quiet period from hit star johnny cage, back stronger than ever with a movie that blew audiences away with its storytelling and casting. you had to squeeze in an interview with the director, cage himself. you were a part of a big company, front lining with interviews and now face to face with probably one of the most attractive men you'd ever worked with.

• johnny sat in his chair across from you, adjusting his hips ever so slightly in his seat as he holds intense eye contact with you. you return the stare, as hard as it is while a makeup specialist tidied up the powder on your brow.

• "you look great, doll," he's quick to charm, pointing a finger with a grin. "don't sweat this. you'll be fine."

• "i know i'll be," you return his affirmations with your own confidence, a beaming grin on your features that makes his breath hitch. "i've been in this job for nine years, mr. cage. we just haven't met."

• "what.. a.. shame," his voice is teasing, somehow his flirtations come off as honey smooth rather than sleazy. you scoff playfully, earning a laugh from the both of you. two assistants clip microphones to your tops, testing them quickly and hearing a full go-ahead to begin the interview.

• "i'm here with johnny cage, director of the new smash hit 'mortal kombat,'" your voice is smooth, experienced. "i suppose my first question is; what inspired such a story? it's unlike anything we've seen in films."

• the question seemingly didn't register at first, his faraway gaze blocking his thoughts. realizing his flaw, johnny snaps into celebrity mode, "oh, hrm — the ideas that came to me were because of a massive arc in my life. uh — without getting too into it, i was at a low point in the last year, running myself into the dirt. something changed and i wanted to be the new, young, and pretty one behind the camera for once rather than in front of it. i spent the entire summer writing and consulting some friends of mine and we were able to pull this film together based on our relationships and experiences. you won't see anything else like it because there isn't anything else like it. i was inspired by my life, and there is no other johnny cage in this timeline than the one you're talkin' to."

• you nod and agree, face hot at the way his expression lights up with passion as he walks you through his process. "right, and this was after a long hiatus, was it not? there were, rumors, so to speak—"

• "my divorce?" he cuts you off with a glint in his eye as he toys with his ring. "no need to dance around it, i suppose. yeah, different life paths, but i'm a changed man. single and ready to mingle as soon as me and my team crank out some projects we've had in the works."

• "so you confirm yourself to be single? confirming the rumors?" you clarify, leaning forward in interest — whether it was for your own or for the public's, you wouldn't disclose.

• "why?" his question catches you off guard. johnny rests a hand on his chin, tilting his head as he squints. a large grin creeps up onto his lips. "you interested?"

• you tense up, nervously giggling as your eyes dart around the small production team who is trying equally as hard to not laugh at your position. you were trained and professional and yet this man turned you into a blushing mess for all cameras to see. "that's not my question, mr. cage—"

• "—johnny," he interrupts you, pose unmoving. "the pretty ones get to call me johnny."

• what was he getting at? your notecards feel unreadable and your brain's fuzzing from the sudden attention. he was a pretty man, that much was sure, but was he really flirting with you or pushing his behavior for attention? it was hard to tell, his affections were dizzying enough.

• he chuckles at your blank, sweaty stare, your lips opening and closing like the dumbest fish in the tank. you'd been hit on before by interviewees but johnny took the cake without a doubt, from his veiny arms to his touchable hair, all the way to his tight, round—

• "earth to interviewer," johnny's teasing fingers wiggled in your face, grounding you back to the rickety wooden chair and blinding lights. "too much, or not enough?"

• "neither," you lazily protest as you come to. "just didn't... expect all of that." the interview proceeds as normal, with johnny's clicks and compliments littered to keep you flustered right when you regained your composure. it must've been a game to him, how long you're heated over a simple compliment. but it wasn't the compliment necessarily, it was the person giving them.

• it wraps up just as quickly as it started, and the production was being wrapped up the moment you delivered your outro. johnny's suspiciously large, dreamy grin was plastered onto his face for a strangely long amount of time.

• "it was nice working with you," you try to be cordial, it's hard when that smug look is looking back at you, like he's planning something. before you could stick around to figure it out, you spin on your heel with a beet-red blush on your cheeks.

• johnny visibly startles at your sudden turn, reaching forward to grab your wrist before you could fully face away. he flinches at himself and his abruptness, too eager to give away his desperation for just a little more time. he pulls away, scratching his neck.

• "sorry, doll," he gestures toward your wrist, a confused frown on your lips burying his ego for a moment. "just... hey, listen."

• "i'm listening," you cock a brow, stomach flipping at the out-of-script interaction.

• "me and you," he starts with a groaning sigh, struggling to find the words you stole from his throat from one look. "just us two. no cameras, no questions, no divorce — wait —" his slip-up makes you giggle. "no, no, really. lets go out sometime. gimme a shot, whatdya say?"

• "out?" your tone is teasing, a smirk of your own forming on your lips. "you flatter a lowly reporter."

• "you're not lowly," his voice drops down, more serious with a heartfelt smile. "you... make it hard to focus." he's silent for a moment before jumping into his playful attitude. "pick a different career, you're distracting me! but seriously, dinner? movie? not one of mine, i swear!"

• "only if you swear," you grin up at him, feeling far more human with johnny than you had in the interview.

[thesassypadawan]

Don't Puck With Me (AgedUp!Orin x PuckBunny!Reader)

Summary: He didn’t have to go with it.  He could have easily told you no.  Never let you put on that damn ring on him.  The one that you’re a bit too trigger happy with, the one that got him ejected from the game.  

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the smut.  Some rubbing and grinding, teasing from behind, dom flower, mentions of remote-controlled toys, size diff (2 ft), age gap (10 years, Orry 32 and Bun 22), and…Orin's huge, thick cock.  (Can read more about them here)

Notes: You can read more about AgedUp!Orry and PuckBunny!Reader here! And…you can expect more from them, because I LOVE these two so much!  (Also debating on doing a similar aged up for Scott or Jake.)

- Grip on your waist tightens and Orin forcibly pushes you backwards.  “Don’t puck with me, bun…”  Pinning you between his damp, toned body and sink.  “Ya had your fun…”  The towel draped around his hips, dropping carelessly to the locker room floor.  “Now it’s my turn…”

- Big hands slide lower, cup your plush bottom.  Squeezing each cheek firmly, a bit too roughly.  Holding you still while he rolls, rubs his painfully stiff…leaking beast against your clothed stomach.  Making a mess, smearing sticky beads of pre on your his jersey  “Feel that?  That’s what you’ve done to me the last two periods.”

- “But, Orry, you-”  Words fall short, practically shoved done your throat with his tongue.  When he suddenly shrugs down, yanks you up onto your tip-toes.  Smashing your lips together in a brief, bruising kiss.

- “Know what I said, know that I let ya put the damn ring on me, ” he grunts.  Teeth grazing, nipping along your jawline…neck.  Corners of his mouth curling up into a smirk when he hits that one sweet, sensitive spot.  The one that always gets you to squeak and squeal so cutely.  “Just didn’t think, my little doll, would hit the fuckin’ button that much.”

- Shoving himself between your thighs.  “So why did ya?”  Grinding and rutting into…dragging back and forth agonizingly slow.  “Liked seein’ all the extra shufflin’ I was doin’ inside the net?”

- Thick veins catch, tease you through the thin fabric of your leggings.  “The way you got me so worked up and frustrated, I broke my stick on that one asshole’s shin durin’ the first?”  The friction maddening, delicious…dizzying.  “Or how I busted his bitchy brother’s nose two minutes later?”

- Sparks of pleasure erupt in your addled brain, your quivering cunt.  “Maybe when I chased after their pussy of captain in the middle of the second?”  As he twitches, accentuates every other word with a ruthless thrust.  “Got him in a headlock…punched the bastard so hard, he was probably seein’ stars?”

- String of desperate, needy moans escape you.  “Yeah, which one was it?”  Your tiny hands press, nails scratch lightly at his broad chest.  “Which one got ya squirmin’ in your seat the most?”

- “All…all,” you pant.    Legs trembling and shaking from the strain of staying balanced on your toes, staying somewhat level with his towering height.  From the intensity of his dark, hungry-feral gaze.  “All of it…it did.”

- Abruptly pulling away, unburying his cock.  Orin silences and swallows your pathetic whines.  Crashing his lips with yours once more in another harsh, unbridled kiss.  Canines biting, sinking into the tender flesh of your lower.  Growling against them, uttering the command…  “Turn around then, lemme see.”

- “Ye-yes, Orry.”  Obediently you do as you’re told.  Spinning, bracing your palms on the cool porcelain.  Back arching a smidge, hips wiggling shyly.  Presenting yourself…exactly how you he likes.  “What…Whatever you want.”

- “Good, girl,” he chuckles darkly.  Gliding his calloused fingers over the swell of your ass.  Trailing and inching them higher, shivers shooting up your spin.  Gummy walls clenching and fluttering.  “Just like that.”  Before hooking them into your waistband and… 

- Breath hitches and a small whimper bubbles up from your throat.  Cool, humid air washing over your bare skin…heat blossoming in your cheeks and core.  “Jesus, you're soaked…”  While your leggings and panties lay on the floor, bunched and pooled at your ankles.  The back of your thighs glistening under the fluorescent light.  “Fuckin' drippin'…”

- “Shit…”  Gathering some of the shimmering beads, he traces the rim of your little hole.  Circling and swirling, dipping into your warmth.  Long digits stretching and filling, pumping lazily.  Curling and brushing tauntingly at that wonderful bundle of nerves.  “So damn wet…”

- Huffing softly, gasping for air.  Eyes lock onto his reflection in the foggy mirror, watching him reach with his free hand.  “Probably leave a nice spot behind on my front seat…”  Pluck a familiar, matching device from the ledge.  Grin spreading across his handsome face, as he observes the realization dawn on yours.  “Guess I’m gonna have to plug ya up…”

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[moremaybank]

ALL DOLLED UP — r.c

pairing rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary rafe has plans to hangout with the guys, but you come up with a way to convince him to cancel on them.

warnings 18+, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem. receiving), choking, biting, daddy kink, breeding kink, creampie

author’s note another self-indulgent fic because i’m insatiable

rafe masterlist

rafe stuffs his wallet and car keys into his back pocket as he finishes getting ready to meet topper and kelce at the island club. 

“baby, i gotta go. you gonna come out here and give me a goodbye kiss, or what?” he’s been waiting for you to get out of the bathroom for a while, and not going to lie; he’s starting to get a bit worried. little does he know that you’re up to something mischievous.

“seriously, i’m gonna be late.” 

you beam at your reflection in the mirror, knowing that his plans will be long forgotten once he lays eyes on you. you open the door separating the bedroom from the bathroom, leaning against the door frame as your gaze lands on rafe’s back. the defined muscles of his back shine through the thin fabric of his shirt, and you clench your thighs together momentarily, trying to quell the ache you feel between your thighs. 

“actually…i don’t think you’re going anywhere,” you say, letting a smirk take over your features. 

rafe furrows his brows in confusion and turns to face you. when he does, his jaw drops, and he feels himself beginning to salivate at the sight of you. his eyes trail over your frame, catching every inch of the intricate black lace adorning your curves. it only just covers the most intimate parts of you, your breasts bulging out of the thin material and your pussy barely being kept hidden from his view. then his gaze follows the length of your legs to find the strappy black heels to match your lingerie, fastened around your ankles and elongating your legs in a hypnotizing fashion. 

“oh, shit,” he gulps as he drinks you in. the blood coursing through his veins runs straight to his cock, and he can’t stop himself from sporting a hard-on in the mere seconds since you’d come into view. 

“like what you see, cameron?”

“uh, y—yeah,” he stutters. “fuck, yeah, princess.”

“i’m all dolled up for you, baby,” you speak, slowly and seductively walking over to him as he keeps his eyes locked on you. “you aren’t going to leave me here all alone, are you? can’t the boys wait?”

you reach him, and your hands run up the length of his arms to rest on his shoulders. you give him your best pout as your fingers fiddle with the collar of his shirt, “i need you, baby.”

rafe’s thumb swipes against your plump bottom lip as he cups your cheek, “screw the guys. i’m not going anywhere.” 

rafe smashes his lips onto yours, the hand that isn’t on your face finding its place on your hip and leading you backward toward your shared king-size mattress. it hits the back of your knees, and you sink onto it, rafe towering over you as you do so. 

“you drive me fucking crazy, y’know that? ’m going to fuck you so hard that everyone on this goddamn island knows my name.”

rafe pushes you back onto the bed, shrugging his shirt off in a rush before climbing back on top of you. he lets his thick fingers dance over your clavicle, down to your breasts, as he toys with the lace that covers them. he yanks the flimsy cup down, wraps his lips around your perked-up nipple, and you arch your back into his touch. your fingers thread through his dirty-blonde locks as his tongue flicks and nibbles at your sensitive bud, and you push his mouth further onto you. 

rafe withdraws his lips from you, grabbing hold of your wrists and pinning them above your head, “no touching, princess.”

you whine, and rafe offers you a chuckle as his hands cup your tits. his fingers slip underneath the cups and grab a firm grip on them. “this shit is gorgeous, baby. but it’s only keeping me separated from the parts of you I intend to devour, and we can’t have that, can we?” 

he isn’t looking for an answer, which is evident to you after he yanks on the fabric harshly, ripping it right in half and freeing your tits. 

“rafe,” you gasp, “i paid good money for this.”

“you know i’m the kook king, baby. i’ll buy you some more. it won’t even put a dent in my bank account.” his lips find the valley of your breasts, sucking soft hues into your skin as he makes his way down to your panties. his teeth latch onto their hem and tug them down your legs. 

ss you watch him use his teeth to undress your core, you feel your entrance seep with arousal. the view of rafe going down on you was always a sight, but this act sends a pulsating sensation to your clit as it begs for attention. 

rafe discards your thong but leaves your heels on because he loves seeing them on you and lets one of his hands wrap around your ankle. he dots wet kisses down your leg, each inching closer to your cunt and filling you with an intense amount of excitement and eagerness. his palm presses your thigh against the mattress, and then he performs the same acts on your other leg, leaving open-mouthed kisses down the length of your limb. 

once he has you spread out on the bed, his eyes catch a glimpse of the pool of arousal seeping out of your entrance. 

“look at that,” he coos, “you’re soaked. bet you want me to eat that perfect little pussy until you’re crying, am i right, baby?” he inches his face closer to your cunt, darting his tongue out as it gets a quick taste of your abundant slick. he lets it coat the tip of his tongue, and his eyes roll back as he tastes your sweetness. “god, princess. you taste so fucking good. so damn sweet, you’re decadent.”

“rafe, please. do something. want your mouth on me, been looking forward to this all day.”

he smiles up at you, his hands massaging the flesh of your thighs as he does so. “i love it when you beg me to touch you. you’re so fucking needy, aren’t you? want me so fucking bad that you can’t help yourself? aren’t you at least a little embarrassed at how pathetic i make you?”

rafe lets his lips press soft kisses around the flesh of your cunt, his tongue darting out around your folds as he teases you. 

“yes, rafe. so fucking needy for you,” you whine pathetically.

“ah ah, what’s my name, baby? i gave you a free pass until now, but since you want to be greedy, i gotta make sure you know your place. who’s in charge, huh?”

“you, daddy.”

“that’s right. daddy calls the shots here,” he replies, his teeth scraping against your aching clit. your hips buck up at the move, and his hands curl around your thighs to grab your hipbones and keep you pressed to the bed. “what’d i just say? don’t fucking move, or i’ll leave you here untouched and desperate. got it?”

you nod, “yes, daddy.”

“good answer,” he speaks, dragging his tongue through your folds and up to your bundle of nerves. his tongue circles it, pulling a breathy moan from your lips as you thirst for more. he sucks it into his mouth completely, letting the suction apply a savorous amount of pressure onto it. his tongue continues to swirl and slather around it, and your breathing grows heavy.

“holy shit. yes.”

he moans as he continues his work on your clit, sending shivers up your spine. he tugs at it, drawing his lips back and letting it go with a pop. he then brings it back into his mouth, flicking at it from every direction as he sinks two fingers into you. he thrusts them in and out slowly, letting them sweep against your g-spot as he massages your walls. 

you feel the waves of pleasure grow more intense, bringing you closer to your peak. your hands cup your tits, kneading and massaging them as you writhe around on the bed. the coil tightens and tightens still, letting you know you’re close to falling apart.

“please, daddy. i’m so fucking close, make me cum,” you beg, squeezing your eyes shut as you let yourself creep on the edge. 

rafe decides to grant you your wish since you asked so nicely. he adds another finger inside you, curling up to hit your g-spot once more, and you let out a loud cry as you cum. he remains relentless with his sucking, the pressure growing stronger as he continues to stimulate your clit. 

once you finish riding out your high, rafe pulls both his lips and fingers back, sucking his digits into his mouth and cleaning your juices off of them. then he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and you almost faint at the sight. 

“i’m going to fuck you until my dick goes fucking limp, baby. i don’t care if tears are flowing down that pretty face of yours.”

your eyes trail down his bare torso as he stands in front of you at the foot of the bed, landing on the tent in his jeans. he smirks when he catches you and undoes his belt. he shoves his jeans and briefs down his legs, casting them aside as he finally frees his hard cock. it’s flushed, presumably desperate from the lack of attention paired with the actions he had just performed on you. 

“will you pound me into the mattress, daddy? make me scream like i know you can?” you ask, batting your lashes up at him as you feel a surge of energy now that he’s standing there in all his devilishly handsome glory. 

“you’re playing with fire, princess. don’t ask for what you can’t handle.”

“but i wouldn’t be doing my job if i didn’t let you take full advantage of me, would i?” you question.

he climbs over you, his broad frame caging you in as one hand cradles your jaw with a smirk plastered on his lips. “you love being my little fuck doll, don’t you? so fucking desperate that you’ll let me do whatever i goddamn want?”

“only the best for you, daddy.”

“is that so?” he asks, the hand he has on your face sliding around your throat. he squeezes it lightly, watching your eyes light up as you lick your lips.

you give him a nod, “mhm.”

rafe grins, his other hand gripping his cock. he taps it against your pussy, watching as you gasp at the contact. he lets the tip probe your entrance before pushing into you slowly. he clamps his eyes shut as he feels every square inch of your walls casing him in. then he moves the hand that previously gripped his dick and places it on your lower stomach, pressing down as he rolls his hips into you. his movements are controlled and steady as if he’s testing himself, seeing how far he can go before he becomes punishing with his thrusts. 

“kiss me?” you ask, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he pushes further on your stomach, ensuring that your sweet spot is stimulated. “oh my god.”

“yeah, baby,” he breathes, using his grip on your throat to pull your lips to his. he kisses you slowly and deeply, swallowing your moans into his mouth as his thrusts speed up. he’s already given up on his self-test, but he can’t help it. the sounds you make send him into a feral state every time, and it’s something he’s not ashamed of. especially not when he’s the reason for your reactions.

the sounds of his skin slapping against yours fill your ears, and he pulls away from the kiss as he drives into you with fervour. his cock slots against your g-spot without limit; it’s like he’s reprimanding you for being so intoxicating to him.

“shit, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me, baby. you’re perfect, all fucking mine. i’m gonna fuck a baby cameron into you, so everyone knows you belong to me,” he grits, the hand on your throat squeezing tighter. 

“do it, daddy. give me a baby and show everybody that you’ve claimed me. please,” you whimper. 

he releases your throat, leaning down on his forearms as he cages you in. he feels you clamp down on him, squeezing his cock tightly as he fucks you closer to your highs. his teeth scrape against the sensitive skin of your neck, and he bites down, letting his thrusts become raging.

“oh, yes. right fucking there. please, please, please,” you cry, feeling your orgasm creep on you. 

“play with your clit, princess. soak daddy’s cock,” rafe instructs.

you do as he says, bringing a hand down to rub vicious circles onto your bundle of nerves and wrapping your legs around his waist to keep him as close as possible. the heels of your six-inch pumps scratch and dig into the skin above his ass as you keep him deep inside your cunt. it stings, but the slight tinge of pain only spurs rafe further.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum. cum with me, baby,” rafe grunts, his lips near your ear. his deep moans and slight whimpers as he reaches his high are enough to set you off, and you cum hard as he pounds into you. 

rafe’s hips begin to stutter, his thrusts now sloppy as he releases inside you and paints your walls with his seed. his forehead leans against the underside of your jaw as you both come down. 

your fingers thread through his hair, the other rubbing his back as you both lay there, still connected and exhausted beyond belief. rafe presses a few pecks to your skin hazily, and right when he leans up to give you a real kiss, his phone starts to buzz on the dresser. his eyes go wide.

“oh, shit. you distracted me so badly that i forgot to cancel on top and kelce.”

you give him a wide smile and a shrug, it being evident that you're proud your plan proved to be successful. “oops.”

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[the-hydroxian-artblog]

have you ever tried (or considered trying) drawing more suggestive/intimate art? not trying to convince you to do it or anything, i'm just curious. your understanding of anatomy and expressions would probably work pretty well for it. i totally understand why you wouldn't, though. there's a Lot of reasons Not to. just curious to hear your thoughts on it

i think it's great. In terms of just suggestiveness it's a simple matter of me drawing to my preferences, but in terms of intimacy, it's more a matter of what I think my audience is expecting. Considering a chunk of my roster are literally weird toy-folk, I do quite literally enjoy smashing their faces together like dolls to make them kiss.

that said. this

might not be what the majority of my audience would like to see. but if you do want to see it. you know what to do.

if you're curious about Vance here i'll just throw in some details under the cut. why not.

Vance the Fox-guy is an ex-human like Az, and fits the "designated human" trope of the one character in the non-human friend group who can pass as human and do things like drive and pick up food and stuff for everyone else. In contrast, Victor has a human form but for all his bravado he's a wreck in most social situations

easiest way to describe Vance is that he's to star fox and zelda what Vinny Vinesauce is to mario, so that's why he looks like that. deals with Victor's fruity shenanigans

they're roommates. I kinda wanna draw a story about how they met

[lace-coffin]

Ughhh i love all ur asa things they make me so happy to read!!!!(the ughhh in a /pos way)

But could you do something maybe if u want of asa headcannons where the reader cant sleep without a stuffed toy because it just comforts them to feel safer and they ask him for one over and over and refuses to sleep without one (literally me fr) and they would be violent snap back at him or ignores him till he gets them one and when they do they would become the nicest person ever and start obeying again and snuggle with it all the time AHHHH also the reader would be a house pet if u write about them being at his home instead of the hotel

sorry for the rlly bad grammer or whatever im writing this ask on phone+im trying to be specific because you said it’s easier but im not that good at being specific😭😭

(even if that’s childish to refuse to sleep without a stuffed toy i rlly relate to it so💔)

Thank u sm for the compliment omg!! Don’t worry about being specific if it’s hard for you, feel free to request in any way that makes you comfortable!

It’s not childish at all to sleep with a stuffed animal so don’t feel ashamed, I sleep with my stuffed lamb “lamby” every night and have since I was like 2, she also travels with me!

Asa Emory x gn!reader! Who needs a stuffed animal to sleep

Requests are closed (for now!)

“Please..I’ll be good”

“We’ve been over this, you’re not having her back until you can redeem yourself. End of conversation.”

—

Usually you were a relatively behaved pet, well maybe Asa was more lenient on you than has other “projects” back at the hotel, but well behaved to your standards. You had the privilege of being your masters house pet and significant other, love and submission were intrinsically connected for both you and Asa.

More lenient or not, Asa would be sure to let you know when you were in trouble, and you fucked up. Bad.

You’d been in a sour mood all day, nothing particularly bad had happened to ruin your day however it was like you were itching for an argument, nit picking everything and back chatting your owner, flat out refusing orders just to be a nuisance. It all came to a head during bed time, after squirming whilst being dressed and refusing to get into bed, Asa had already lost his patience with you. Taking it out on your phone that Asa had recently gifted you was the last straw.

During your struggle you’d grabbed your phone, using it as a projectile to ward him off, not only had you missed, you’d watch it hit the mirror, smashing both the glass and screen. After a moment of shock you retreat back into the bed you were vehemently avoiding the minute prior, tail between your legs in panic.

He understood sometimes it can be a lot in this dynamic considering how it came about from less favourable circumstances but today you’ve been pushing him to breaking point. Pushing his buttons on purpose and running from the consequences.

Asa stares back at you from your place in bed, hands flexing and unflexing. He pauses, taking a deep breath and holding for a few seconds to ground himself before releasing and addressing you.

“Sweep it up” he says sternly, gesturing to the dustpan and brush stored in the corner. You grimace but comply, not wanting to make things worse. You clean silently and efficiently, returning to your bed once you finish.

“Better. Now, I don’t know what has gotten into you today and I’m more than happy to talk if you need to but we both know you’ve been deliberately disobedient and destructive. So, I’ll be taking this-“ Asa grabs your stuffed toy sat beside you “until you can learn to behave and treat your things with respect”

Your eyes widen in shock and your fingers twitch with the need to grab it back, you refrain and lace them together, instead settling to give your owner a pouty pissed off look. You knew that having your belongings taken away was an agreed consequence for bad behaviour but it didn’t mean it sucked any less.

“Don’t give me that look doll, you can have her back when you show me you can behave ok? Until then she’s safe with me.” His voice is stern but soft enough to be reassuring, you know he’s not angry at you and he only wants the best for you.

After placing your plushie into his office and locking it he joins you in your shared bed, letting you cuddle up to his side.

Unsurprisingly you ask for her back the next morning despite literally only sleeping between then and last night. Also unsurprisingly he says no. “It’s only been a few hours cricket, you need to show me how you can be good for me, I know you can be such a sweet pup if you try” you huff but agree.

After two more attempts in the span of three hours you declare war. You can’t and won’t wait. In reality you’re afraid, you know you can’t sleep without her, last night was restless and anxiety filled, you didn’t wake Asa because you didn’t want him to think you were being a baby…

Just like that you’re back to being snippy with him, rolling your eyes and talking back. Pretending not to hear him when he calls for you, making everything difficult out of pure spite. You need her back or you know tonight is going to be just as horrible as the last.

“I’m not doing shit until you give her back!!” You bite at Asa, stomping your foot for good measure. All he’d done was ask you to prepare for a bath…

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Asa relents.

“What is this all about puppy? You’ve been touchy since yesterday and somehow even worse today, I understand you aren’t happy about being punished but you’re supposed to be showing me how much you deserve her back.” He pauses for a moment, taking your hands in his and connecting eyes. The look on his face is taut but not angry, unsure of what the issue is but concerned with your distress.

“There’s more to this isn’t there pet. Tell me.”

“Can’t sleep” you mumble, eyes darting down to stare at your socked feet on the hardwood flooring.

“Speak up please”

“I can’t sleep without her! I couldn’t sleep last night and I won’t be able to sleep tonight unless I have her back! I know it sounds childish but she makes me feel safe, I-i can’t do it without her” you sniffle

Asa’s face softens, hand cupping your cheek and wiping away a stray tear. “Oh pet, thank you for telling me, I wasn’t aware confiscating her would distress you this much. I know we both agreed to this in the rules but it seems to have touched a nerve and for that I’m sorry. We’ll iron the rules out and then she will be returned to you, sound good?”

You sniffle and nod, leaning into the warm touch of your masters palm.

“I still expect you to take your punishment but we will discuss it later and make sure we’re both comfortable with it” he tacks onto the end.

Sure enough you update your contract and your fluffy friend is returned to you with another hushed apology from Asa and even one to your plushy, making you giggle.

The day finally feels normal again, tears are dried and you’re back to obeying and being your cuddly usual self, practically hanging off your master as he works or cooks, nuzzling into his neck contently. Mistakes are bound to happen but you always figure it out in the end, only wanting the best for eachother, there’s no one you would rather make mistakes with than Asa.

[tomorrowxtogether]

HUENINGKAI: “I learned to love myself thanks to MOA”

TOMORROW X TOGETHER The Star Chapter: SANCTUARY comeback interview

2024.11.13

He cleared out his favorite hoodies and learned how to handle Cubase with ease. While many things keep on changing, some things are forever constant: the music, the group, and MOA. They are the true passions of HUENINGKAI, whose confident tone reassures us of his commitment to forever.

You cleared out some of your hoodies and stuffed toys—what you called your “horcruxes.” HUENINGKAI: Well, the hoodies were way too small for me anyway. (laughs) I wanted to try out some new styles, too, so I cleared them out. I decided I needed to ditch the hoodies first and try something prettier, including buying some knit sweaters. I also felt I could do away with my old stuffed dolls and replaced them with some new fluffier ones. It’s hard the first time you get rid of stuff, but I found it gets easier after that.

You’ve made a lot of big changes in different areas. You’ve been keeping up with your exercise, even throughout the ACT: PROMISE world tour, forming the TXT Exercise Team and regularly taking “TXD” [today’s exercise done] photos. (laughs) HUENINGKAI: I always take TXD shots. I share them in our group chat. I started working out to boost my self-esteem since they say it helps, and it definitely helps keep my mind off things when all you can think about is how tiring it is! (laughs) You can’t help but lose weight if you box. It’s the only thing that makes me sweat as much as performing in concert. There’s someone on staff who’s been doing CrossFit for a long time, so I recently started too. My goal was never to bulk up and get these huge muscles in the first place but to have a slim build with lean muscles, so CrossFit seems like a good fit for me. And MOA, you don’t have to worry—I’m not going to overdo it. (laughs)

A lot of MOA were surprised the way you threw the guitar during the performance of “Growing Pain” on the ACT: PROMISE tour. HUENINGKAI: My image sure underwent a transformation. (laughs) I wanted to show how even someone like me, who’s usually so pure and soft, has some rock star inside him. I looked up different ways of capturing the idea of smashing up the stage. I initially thought about breaking the guitar, but I figured throwing it would be better. That was all I did early on in the tour, but by the time we took it to the US, I experimented a lot, throwing the pick and flipping my bangs back later on. I was happy I got to show off a different side of myself through all that.

You’ve always had a knack for playing instruments and like playing them for fun. How do feel now that your YouTube series HUENINGKAI Wants to Start a Band is over? HUENINGKAI: I love playing instruments and being in a band, so I was thrilled to be able to make it. Just holding an instrument in my hands makes me feel happy, and actually interacting with and jamming with a band felt like a quintessentially youthful experience. The whole thing was fun to shoot. It never felt like work to me. I approached it like I was going to hang out with a school band.

What do you think makes being in a band so uniquely appealing? HUENINGKAI: I think it comes down to the eye contact you make while playing together. I think chemistry’s the most important part of a band, and when you’re looking each other the eye and having a good time together, you feel fully united. I feel like rock has the power to make unforgettable memories for both the band playing and their audience. I heard MOA saying they’re interested in playing in bands now or want to get back into learning an instrument. HUENINGKAI Wants to Start a Band was a huge motivation for me, and it makes me happy thinking it planted the seeds for some great dreams among MOA. I hope they challenge themselves to pursue whatever they want and achieve their goals, whether that’s playing in a band or something else. Just the act of trying something new takes a lot of courage, and if they build up some experience, they can truly enjoy their youth.

What form did that sense of youthfulness take on when you were making the show? HUENINGKAI: It’s the kind of youthful experience you can only experience during your university years, full of excitement, sorrow, and happiness all mixed together. The song “Kitto Zutto” is actually supposed to be about how I felt filming the Yonsei University episode of HUENINGKAI Wants to Start a Band. I seem to remember working on it between filming episodes two and three. I tried to make the chord progression feel both bright and also have a refreshing, youthful vibe. The very first thing I made was the piano track, but it felt a bit bland, so I turned up the BPM and then it sounded great! The funny thing was that I tried to play at that higher BPM but my fingers couldn’t keep up. (laughs) Since it would’ve been a little bland with just the piano, I felt like it’d be nice to have a catchy melody, so I had a guitar riff repeat from the intro onward. That’s the main highlight of “Kitto Zutto.” The drums gradually build up the sound and create a sense of flow.

How do you think it compares to the first song you produced, “Dear Sputnik”? HUENINGKAI: I’ve grown so much since then. When I was working on “Dear Sputnik,” I didn’t know how to use Cubase, but I used it to make the song this time. It was easy and convenient once I got the hang of it and got better as I used it more and more. Actually, for “Dear Sputnik,” I created the basic structure, but I got a lot of help from other people since it was less than two years since I debuted. I really wanted to contribute a greater share after that, and I did contribute significantly more to “Kitto Zutto.” It’s the first on a path of hard work towards being able to make a song I can truly call my own.

When you had just debuted and you were on Section TV, you said, “Ever since I was a trainee, my one goal has been to make and perform songs that can move people.” To what degree have you achieved your goal? HUENINGKAI: With “Dear Sputnik,” 30%—“Kitto Zutto,” 60%. Right from when I was first writing “Kitto Zutto,” I was thinking about how fun it would be to sing it with MOA in concert. Nothing makes me feel more fulfilled than when I see MOA enjoying a song I produced. When I performed those songs in concert, I went around in front of the audience on the moving stage and could see MOA up close and personal. They all looked so happy. I’m glad I made these songs that MOA can really get into singing along with and that we can touch their hearts with. I think singing them together gives them their final touches. I want to keep making and performing songs that everyone will love and can make them feel happy when they listen to them.

In many ways, the past year has been an excellent showcase of how you’ve grown musically. You really got people talking when you were on Lee Mujin Service and when you performed “BETELGEUSE” on the Nippon TV show THE MUSIC DAY. HUENINGKAI: I got lots of messages from people I know. (laughs) It’s the first time so many people have reached out to me like that. I was grateful but there was something indescribable about it because I feel like I’m still in the process of finding my own voice. I’ve tried singing with something more like rock vocals, and even though I don’t have difficulty hitting high notes, I’ve been thinking carefully about how to make them sound even better. I’d like to find vocals that are a little more unique to me. Obviously being a good singer is important, but I feel like sometimes that individuality is even more important.

You’ve always been a kind person, but you seem pretty strict with yourself. HUENINGKAI: Only when I feel like I’ve perfected a skill can I say that I’ve truly made it mine. I’m sort of a worrier so I practice on my own outside normal rehearsal time. Our new single “Over The Moon” is hard. (laughs) My feeling is, if you want to dance well during live shows, it starts with singing perfectly before you ever even stand up. And when I’m performing onstage, I just think, Just do it like we practiced. I might just end up making mistakes if I try to go beyond that.

I guess “Over The Moon” would’ve been hard since it’s more about making it feel romantic than unfolding a clear sense of progression. HUENINGKAI: It’s not a sad song, but it doesn’t exactly feel cheerful either, so I was aiming for a kind of longing middle ground. I start out singing softly to MOA, almost like a whisper, then add in a touch more of that longing in the chorus. I see “Over The Moon” as me removing the gravelly vocals from “0X1=LOVESONG (I Know I Love You)” featuring Seori and keeping it light.

When watching “Over The Moon,” it reminded me of “9 and Three Quarters (Run Away).” HUENINGKAI: Exactly! It’s got the same ear-tapping move on the line “whisper me my name” as in “9 and Three Quarters (Run Away),” so I ended up watching our old performances for the first time in a while. My image back with “9 and Three Quarters (Run Away)” was meant to evoke the excitement of school days, while in “Over The Moon,” I tried to convey something a little more mature, like a university student.

You also came across as mature the way you led the older members in the 144th episode of TO DO X TXT, “Abandoned Stars,” even though you’re the youngest in the group. HUENINGKAI: That’s probably the most they’ve ever needed me. (laughs) It was scary at first, but I helped them because I felt like they wouldn’t even be able to go in if it weren’t for me. And anyway, it was less scary the second time around. I guess it’s because I’m a levelheaded person. They were clinging to me so desperately I thought my clothes would come off. (laughs) That was a first. But on the inside I was actually kind of glad and thinking about how much they need me.

You also paid YEONJUN a visit when he was shooting the music video for “GGUM.” HUENINGKAI: YEONJUN was the first one of us to do a solo project, and since I wanted to show my support and express my gratitude anyway, I brought some dakgangjeong we could eat together. (laughs) But most of all, I really wanted to learn from him. The stage presence he had as he sang from start to finish all by himself, and watching how naturally he ad-libbed towards the end, was all pretty amazing. (laughs) His solo was a good experience for us, too.

You’ve always emphasized in interviews how you want to be dependable for the rest of the group. What does trustworthiness mean to you? HUENINGKAI: Teamwork. The greater the trust between us, the stronger our group becomes. As a member of a kind of team, it’s always my hope that the other members can continuously rely on me. That’s what being a team is, after all.

And honesty is crucial for mutual trust, of course. In an interview with W Korea, when asked what it takes for a group to last a long time, you said, “Teamwork. Being open with each other about feelings.” HUENINGKAI: I actually never used to talk much about my feelings. I thought things would just work out over time, but now I talk things over with the people I’m close to, like the other members, my family, and the protocol team, no matter what it is. I really listen to their feedback, too. It just feels better that way. But it’s not at all easy to open up about what you’re feeling inside, of course. You can never just be like that from day one. So I just started slowly, and now I’m more open than I was last year.

You posted a letter on weverse for the fifth anniversary of your debut, and in it you talked about how you’ve always been careful to hide your feelings away because you didn’t like to talk about them. What made you decide to open up to MOA? HUENINGKAI: I never wanted to let MOA know when I was having a hard time. I always wanted to show them the good sides only. But the longer we were together, the closer we became, and I realized that also talking about those things was the right way to further develop the relationship. That’s why I was honest and open in what I wrote on weverse on March 4. I resolved to be more honest and open from then on.

It takes a lot of courage to be open like that. How did you find it in you to find the courage? HUENINGKAI: It’s all thanks to MOA’s love. Every time MOA opens up through their fan letters or in person, I can sense their love. The phrase, “my youth is TOMORROW X TOGETHER,” is beautiful, and hearing, “I’ll love you completely for who you are, no matter what—I love you so much,” absolutely fills me with strength. All these people around me were showing me love, but I felt like I didn’t love myself. I learned to love myself thanks to MOA.

It’s clear that you have an immense amount of love toward MOA, too, like when you said, “It may have been hard doing what it took to debut, but I could do it all again 100 times if it meant I could be with MOA.” HUENINGKAI: I wanted to show them just how much I love them. There were a lot of times I felt like giving up before I debuted, but MOA helped me forget all about it. I know what it means to find happiness as an idol thanks to them. I think MOA is what’s made TOMORROW X TOGETHER whole.

[cosmo--raptor]

I cannot in good faith attempt to romance Quincy or Amir because I need to smash them together like I'm trying to make two toy dolls kiss each other

[theoneandonlysemla]

WIP Wednesday (on Thursday)

Tagged by: @skyrim-forever @dirty-bosmer @firefly-factory

Tagging: @did3lphis @tiredela @elavoria @thequeenofthewinter @ladytanithia

Okay, I had to delay WIP Wednesday to have something to present to you. It really is a taste of what I plan to upload tonight: A new chapter of A Taste of Death. What better day to upload spooky smut than Halloween?

So, here's a little snippet:

The ghost's hand - it had to be one - clasped hers and pulled her closer, another placing on her hip. They were cold as drizzle on a Sun's Dusk morning, but she had not a spark of desire to slip away from them. Too mesmerised by the sudden proximity to something so otherworldly she was; all fear was forgotten, locked away in the back of her mind. All of a sudden, the figure moved and pulled her along, the wind caught in her loose hair. She was whirled around, but remained firmly in the spirit's hold. Ria had never been a talented dancer, but the waltz he used to set her floating inside the fairy ring was easier than anything she had done for a long time. He drew her close to him, only to push her away again like a toy, but soon she found herself back in his arms. The stars blurred around her, wafts of mist rose up and enveloped her, whirled into swirls as they danced together and dissolved into pure nothingness. There was a sweet scent in the air, weighty and meaningful, reminding Ria of decaying flesh in a new dawn's sun.   Finally, he held her close again, his hand found her back and he let her sink down backwards until she was no longer able to keep herself on her feet anymore and was at his mercy. Everything around her was of a tragic beauty, lunar moths danced around them, their lime-yellow wings mirroring the moonlight. Ria's head tipped into her neck and she surrendered to him, her nightgown straining across her breasts. The phantom fingers found her hair, buried themselves in it and lifted her head, but Ria's eyes closed like those of a doll. “At last, you've answered my call, my heart,” her companion hummed, his voice inside her head rather than around her. Through her fluttering lashes, Ria tried to catch a glimpse of her dance partner's visage, but all she saw were a pair of luminous specks of blue, as bright as stars and as brilliant as aquamarine. A shiver ran down her spine, covering her entire skin with goose bumps.

Will we smash a ghost? Maybe. Let's see :P

[ay0nha]

DEATH IS A MIRROR | N.K. (I)

GIF by voidshinya

SUMMARY: You’d told him once that you feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.

PAIRING: Nanami Kento x f!reader (anti-hero of sorts)

WORD COUNT: 3.2K

WARNINGS: enemies to lovers, ANGST, jjk canon-typical things, mentions of BLOOD and INJURY, mentions of dying, Nanami being a lil snippy, ANGST, depressing themes, bottom half is a dream/memrory, etc.

A/N: So, I actually hated what I wrote, so I rewrote it and added a lot more. Thank you in advance for your patience with me. I hope you enjoy again :)

TAGS: @khaleesihavilliard, @vee-ai, @killlerqween, @nokkoongie, @anti-heroism, @chimamire-ga @darkstudentsaladbakery @benzywenzymeowmeow @nanamin94

COMMENTS ENCOURAGED. PLEASE.

Prologue

When you were young, you threw things out of your bedroom window to learn how they would break. Many of them did not—the plastic dolls and plush toys landed safely on the grassy yard below—but the wooden toys did break, or at least they came apart.

One day, you found a snow globe. A winter village stood inside, with snow-covered roofs and chimneys shooting up into the domed sky.

This snow globe was the last thing you threw out of your window, not because your mother scolded you, which she did, but because this snow globe smashed so gloriously—an explosion of crystal, water, snow, and glitter, the village utterly destroyed —you thought you wouldn’t be able to replicate such destruction again.

It was bullshit then, and it was bullshit now. Moving on and letting go was never in the stars for you. Or the tea leaves. Or in the deep lines of your palm.  You knew you were destined for destruction.

“You need to focus.”  Nanami’s tone was sterile. It left little room for interpretation or defiance. The statement came without hesitation but held pent-up sentiment veiled by familiar poise. 

Your clothes clung to your frame, damping by the minute from the storm. Your eyes were closed as you tilted your head toward the stars as if they spoke to you directly. It was a language you could decipher, but Nanami could only interpret as foolishness. 

“There may be special grades in there,” He continued, repeating everything Gojo had relayed. “We need to stick to the plan—

“It won’t work.” You looked back to him, safely tucked under his umbrella. Every stitch of his suit was dry, contrasting the way your eyelashes clumped together as if crying. “The plan is far too idealistic—impractical.”

You vetted his blank gaze for proper determination of his upset.  

The cracks behind his exterior were so deeply concealed you hadn’t thought anything could slip between. Yet, standing before him, you alone were the ice-pick that’s pressure had shattered him.

“You’re walking into a trap, and yet, my plan is impractical?” Nanami ached with dissatisfaction. 

The rain aided the facade of the building. It’s already dilapidated paint peeled under the weight of the water. The faint yellow hue of the streetlights highlighted its empty depth—you wouldn’t be surprised if its echo would swallow you whole.  Even with the disarray of water droplets, cursed energy flowed steadily. 

“Wait here.” You instructed, voice barely audible over the rain. You ignored Nanami easily, a plan he wasn’t privy to already set in motion. “It’ll only take a second.” 

“We shouldn’t split up.” Nanami disagreed, body instinctively moving to block you. It was inevitable for you to stray from the path, you just did it sooner than he’d like. 

You shook your head, half-heartedly listening to Nanami’s so-called advice. “You’re not the only one who can play the hero.” 

“Don’t pretend that suits you.” He mocked your tone, trust nowhere to be found. “We have a job to do.”

It took convincing to draw you in, but the promised mystery surrounding the cursed object confirmed your involvement. The object was still unknown, just a rumor floating around begging to be found. There were already higher ups sent after it, Gojo included. With you in the pool, the game changed in his favor.

“Curses are quite sentimental when it comes to their things.” You let out a teasing hum, dirty shoes landing on the antique table.  “What makes you think I want to help you?”

Although his eyes were covered, you knew Gojo’s gaze landed beyond you. Nanami was entirely ignorant of the implication. “Call it a hunch.”

Long ago, Nanami learned to not trust instinct as it almost never led to an obvious solution. Instead, emotion muddled decisions and tarnished everything it touched. But he craved to follow his gut, to loosen his tie just so he could breathe a bit deeper. 

It was impossible with a plan so intentionally deceptive. Gojo was cryptic, leaning into riddles and half-truths. He relied on you and Nanami to read between the lines for the true instruction. The methods didn’t seem to matter anymore, as you were the first to come up with a means to an end. 

“A job?” You scoffed. Everything correlated to work.  “I’m here as a favor.” You drew in a breath, hoping to gain confidence with it to finally enter the abandoned home. “Keep your eyes on the door.” 

Nanami would give you five minutes before stepping in. 300 seconds. The rain's pattern no longer mattered when he felt the pulse of the seconds travel from his watch through his veins. Every second counted attached to his discomfort.

He watched you run across the street, not bothering to check for traffic. Danger was never a fear-inducing concept for you, but rather a temptation. It was why he was waiting for your betrayal. It was the way you responded when things got hard and it was only a matter of time he’d be on the receiving end. 

Four minutes left…

The rain grew heavier, challenging the effectiveness of the cheap umbrella Nanami held. He started to feel the water that had made it past his defenses seep through his jacket and make its way to his skin. It was an odd grounding for him, reminding him to stay still present. 

Get in, get out.

Nanami crossed the street, being lured in by how the house groaned with an invitation. The lightening helped illuminate it’s silhouette and lead him to the door.The dust had settled on every windowsill and unbroken counter. The rats and pigeons had returned to their makeshift shelter, and the rain hadn’t stopped corrupting the wood Nanami stood on. 

It was easy to follow your trail of wet footprints. Yet, it was the way you subdued your cursed energy, as if storing it—hiding it—made Nanami’s faith in Gojo ripple. The obligation made to Gojo, furthered Nanami’s stride.   

He paused, hearing you speak with familiarity. Once he found a gap between the wooden beams, he saw your companion. 

Three minutes…

“The girl without the heart seeks me out?” The cursed user responded—gurgled. You weren’t sure if the bile it excreted was its own or from what it had just devoured. “I’m flattered…”

“There’s something I’m trying to find.” Your voice was steady, knowing what stood opposite you sought for cracks. 

No longer did it reflect something human-like, its body corrupt from using sorcery in the darkest corners. Every curse eaten, darkened its skin and removed whatever humanity remained.

“Ever the collector…” It tutted.  

Collector, Nanami scoffed at the thought. You appeased what was across from you with teasing conversation. Dark inside jokes were exchanged that made Nanami’s heart drop to his stomach. The shared memories were vile and reckless, causes of messed he’d been sent to clean up. 

Two minutes…

Between the gap, he watched how the cursed user reached for your skin. You hadn’t flinched, far too trusting in its presence. “And if I know where to start?” 

“Name your price.” You were stoic. The nails of the cursed user scratched at your already bruising skin. 

The position you were in was out of politeness, you wanted the object. Otherwise, the cursed user would have painted the walls already. It knew this, taking advantage of its luck misinterpreting that as power. 

“You know what I want…” It purred. It’s hand trailed to stop at your neck, settling on the chain it found. It pulled at it until the pendent’s weight was no longer felt on your chest. 

You didn’t pull back, but you were firm. “Not for sale.”  

It hummed with discontent. The whine scraped against the walls, crying out like a child whose candy was taken. Nanami watched it’s overgrown nails dig into your jawline. Slowly, he reached back for his blunt blade. The grip on the handle soothed Nanami’s anxiety just barely as the seconds hand of his watch didn’t move fast enough. 

One minute…

“There’s very little I want from you…” It tutted again, finding pleasure in the slight reprimands. “...especially when you come only to insult me.”

It’s smile was wicked, as if it had found your weak point. You felt it too; Nanami’s weight shifted ever so slightly, radiating concern revealing his concealed location. The cursed energy, even, from behind the rotted wall, doubled with preparation of expulsion. 

You had to race the clock before Nanami destroyed everything.

“Kento.” You called out, eyes unwavering from the cursed user. Anger consumed your breath. “Go wait outside.” 

“Kento…” The cursed user repeated his name like a lover would. The laugh released echoed poorly, becoming sharp and unsettling. “He’s yours, isn’t he?” 

Nanami reached behind his back for a familiar leather handle. His grip settled comfortably on it in warning. All you saw was a threat. It spoke of your ability to read him and how exhausting it had been to interpret. You wanted a reason to let your vexation control your movements. 

Your time was up. 

He stalked toward you, tie loosening to wrap tightly around his forming fist. “You may have Gojo’s trust but—

Before he had the chance to finish, you darted.  

Your movements looked evasive as if every twitch was purposeful for defense. Its fluidity was the distraction from its purpose; you came close to him just to deliver blows just shy of lethal. 

“It wasn’t meant to happen like this, Kento.” You mused—teased.  There was no struggle in your breath despite the speed you conjured. “I thought you loved orders. Why didn’t you just stay put?”

Guilt never found you as necessity ruled your movements. The cursed user’s eyes were on you steadily. Every choice and word exposed whose side you were on. For the time being, you and it were one and the same. The jujutsu sorcerer was simply a common enemy. 

“Trust me, I was looking out for you.” You taunted again. 

Although your voice was soft, it carried well. It crawled coldly up Nanami’s spine just to rattle him. However, your words caused him to hesitate; his glasses were discarded, most likely broken, and you watched his brow furrow with confusion. 

“Trust you?” Nanami sucked in the air greedily, your blows playfully devious. 

For the information you sought, you had to prove yourself and your alliances. Nanami was never a good liar and it was never an option to have him be aware of his position as a pawn. The less he knew, the better. 

“Hey, Kento—” You called to him as he pushed off his knee to stand again. Waving a cloth-covered knife before you, Nanami hid his shock. He didn’t even feel you swipe his weapon. “Find me when you wake up.”

Nanami knew nothing in this world came easy. He knew love took practice and vowed never to put in the hours. He knew metamorphosis took danger and, most likely, pain. 

However, with his vision disappearing, he welcomed the darkness that consumed him. He knew nothing any longer except that his subconscious seemed to reach for you. 

 —

2013…

Clear as a memory, the dream’s outline, dark and sticky, crept closer. 

Nanami closed his eyes, a nasty habit he’d been taunted with. 

Every step had been memorized that there was no need to question his stride. There were just shy of 40 steps from his desk to the elevator. From one of the top floors to the lobby of the building took only a few minutes. Then, roughly 5000 steps to the always-burnt-coffee diner a handful of blocks away. 

The ritualistic nature of the journey happened every day. Although Nanami clocked out, his body hesitated to return home. He wasn’t sure where to fit this unorthodox routine. It was neither work nor pleasure, just perverse impulsivity. Every step was intentional, with the ability to retrace. Over and over, the routine was just shy of obsessive.

Nanami opened his eyes at the neon sign that flickered with age. Pushing through the door, the chime welcomed his presence, allowing the breath he held to be replaced with greasy air and soft chatter. 

The leather booth creased against his suit as he sat in the darkest corner. Nanami counted the steps it took for the waitress to reach him—13 unlucky steps—to take his order. He noted the curses weighing at her ankles while she repeated his simple order: a cup of black coffee and the day’s pie.

His ears buzzed with indifference, manners on autopilot as the waitress offered pleasantries. Nanami missed her body growing rigid, eyes glazing over as if her sight wasn’t hers. Her stiffened hands dropped the pen, and on reflex, Nanami reached for it. 

“Ever the gentleman, Nanami.” You hummed on his return. He hadn’t bothered to gasp your name or act surprised to see you opposite him so suddenly. If anything, your technique seemed to be a nuisance. “What? No long time, no see?”

Nanami’s disjointed relationship with sorcery met its match with you. “What do you want?” 

The diner was warm with a knowing tension. It removed the chill from your skin and cradled you into a comfortable position. Your eyes flickered to outside. Decorations were starting to litter the telephone poles and people wrapped their thin sweaters around them tightly. 

Nanami knew you hated the holidays as the hollow loneliness mocked you. When you were both still in school, he made it manageable and a little less loathsome. Yet, your adult lives festered creating a distance that was too dead to fully die. 

“Did they find you?” Nanami pulled your eyes back to him. Your scowl confirmed his suspicion. “You know better—

“That’s not why I’m here.” You hissed. You weren’t trying to intimidate him, but you couldn’t help but pout at his lack of enthusiasm. You caved first. “...I saw something.”

Your left eye twitched, warning you your premonition was soon to be true.  It was on the simpler side, a vision of dark shadows intentionally elusive. 

When you were younger, you thought you were crazy, seeing apparitions or former lives. However, as years passed, familiar faces began to fill your vision, showing truths you became excited to fulfill. But they became warped with opposing desires and reverberating fear wreathed with vindication. 

It made things sour and sore. It allowed trouble to seek you out just to be ill-prepared for your counter. It wasn’t bravery that energized you, nor was it skill.  Pure spite drove you to be the worst of all.

“You think I’m evil.” You sighed, leaning into the booths corner. “You’re afraid of me because you don’t know—

“Coffee and apple pie for you—” The waitress balanced the diner's entire responsibility on and fluidly placed Nanami’s portion down. “—sorry, I haven’t taken your—

She hardened, body seemingly frozen under your gaze. You learned to move with vigilance to veil the constant fragility you felt. The defense mechanism became instinct and so you inflicted it on everyone. 

“Don’t do that.” Nanami scolded you, releasing the waitress from your hypnotic ability. “I’d assume you would have learned to control that by now.”

“We all have our vices…” You mumbled, the heat of embarrassment swirling in your chest. It took focus to remain guarded, but your distraction quickly became destruction. “You’ve been counting again…”

You nodded to the way his fingers tapped in a pattern. The slight dig was telling of how well you could still read him.  It was a comfort for Nanami, something mindless and reliable. However, you knew his tells and how the habit hurt when stress became all-consuming. 

You looked warm, contrasting the winter beginning outside. A bubble was created that was becoming suffocating, but with you across from Nanami, it seemed just marginally bearable. Your hand flexed, skimming his, hoping to regain his attention. 

“While I appreciate your concern, I am perfectly fine.” Nanami thought to sink back, but he chased the small contact. His voice was commanding, betraying his desperation.  “Now, tell me what you saw.”

You had no dreams. At least ones you could remember. It was like your body was protecting you from seeing things that you shouldn't see. As if it were always on the tip of you tongue, a small semblance to let you know there was something there, just deeply hidden.

However, what you witnessed was the first clear thing you had seen in years and maybe even ever. It started off forgettable, a fantasy-like world that could be misconstrued for a fairy tale. But the fog in your mind started to swirl. The colors became deeper, more like shadows that soon transformed into familiar figures. 

You recognized your own body from the anguish in your shoulders. Hunched over Nanami’s body as you held him tightly, that lump formed in your throat again. It was a quick image, one that would flash at inappropriate times. 

It haunted you for weeks. It scratched at your subconscious and controlled your movements. There was no promise to when your premonition would come to fruition, but something felt off—different. 

To soothe yourself, you kept your distance, following Nanami’s schedule. It was meant to be enough. Yet, you needed the tangible evidence before you. Your sentimentality was your weakness. Even your stubbornness couldn’t block the overwhelming flood of anxieties and longing.

“Nothing for you to worry about.”  

“Every lie you tell incurs a debt to the truth.” Nanami knew you saw him. He could feel how you ached with dissatisfaction. “Sooner or later, that debt must be paid.”

Slowly, your control weakened. Things had shifted in your sorcery and rumors were spreading. The only truth they held was how deliberately unrestrained you were willing to be. There was no rhyme or reason behind it; at least you were close to convincing yourself of that. Regardless, it had gotten you far, the only thing you’d even consider reliable. 

You stopped paying attention to the rumors the more embellished they became. To some, you were a thief, skilled a finding cursed objects and selling them well past their worth; to others, a frenzied psychopath who never lacked the upper hand.     

“I know what I’m doing.” 

You were far from convincing, but you refused to loose your agency. You relied on Nanami in the past. At one point, you would have considered him the only one that had the privilege. You thought he had understood that. 

“You’re out of your depth.” He sipped at his coffee. 

“Don’t you feel powerless living in another’s world?” You felt your heart beat against your tightening chest. You felt a needle of pain in your nose like you were near tears. “I used to think it was because I was special, destined for greatness…” You sighed. “I can’t pretend to be naive anymore— 

“Then don’t.” Nanami cut you off. “You’re smarter than that.”

“Nanami…” Your tone caught his attention fully, a pondering thought left to float between you. A plead to allow things to settle just for now. 

You didn’t want advice or forgiveness. All you sought from him was company. Nanami searched your expression, conflicted about whether to proceed further, but he knew his responsibility was to accept your form of worry on his behalf. 

The pie he ordered remained untouched, and he doubted your habit had changed drastically enough to know you wouldn’t remember your last meal. Pulling at his tie, Nanami loosened considerably. In hindsight, he wished he took your image more seriously, not knowing it would be the last time he’d accept your unorthodox amity.

Yet for now, Nanami pushed the plate forward as a temporary olive branch. “Eat.”

[gingerale2017]

i’ll be your favorite toy

Angst

Fandom: The Lunar Chronicles

Pairing: Kai x Cinder (kaider)

Setting: Modern au, one day post breakup.

Based on the song “My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys”

Words: 1.3K

Quick note: I literally just wrote this on a boat.

AO3 link

The voices in her head, seemingly, told her to call rain on their days of wild.

Kai downed the rest of his glass until the ice bumped his nose. The week started so good. On Sunday, he woke up to her on his shoulder. Monday, he brought her lunch. Tuesday, she invited him over. Wednesday, they spent the day together in the city. Thursday, they visited her sister. Friday, she canceled on him last minute. Saturday, she broke up with him. And now it’s Sunday again, and he’s drinking at some random bar during his lunch break. What even happened?

If it were anyone else he’d feel used, objectified, or even abused. If it were anyone else he’d be cursing them out and smashing glasses with golf clubs. But he feared this was the love of his life. The only one for him is Cinder Linh. She could treat him like a toy if she wanted to. He’d let her.

He was her sickest, cheap army doll purchased at the mall. Her rivulets descend his plastic smile. But you should’ve seen her when she first got him.

Stars, how her eyes lit up. She couldn’t stop sharing. Kai remembered the embarrassed pink on her cheeks when they locked eyes. Not to sound cockt or anything, but he was used to people staring at him. This time, though, he was just as equally stunned as her when their eyes met. If she stuttered, then he was tongue-tied. Cinder was never embarrassed, though, and he was never speechless.

They kept meeting because of their mutual friends until they started hanging out on their own. She didn’t have many, though, and he was one of the only people she became completely honest with.

He found out why much later! His girl (well not anymore apparently), only breaks her favorite toys. He was the king of the sand castles she destroyed.

He knew why though. They fit too right. They were too perfect for each other, like puzzles in the dead of night. He should’ve known from the moment she curled his hair between her fingers with an enlightened curiosity that it was only a matter of time.

“Excuse me, sir?” The bartender interrupted his inner rant.

“Sorry.” Kai apologized. “What happened?”

“Your phone is ringing.”

He cocked his head to the small electronic device vibrating on the table. He barked a chuckle. How did he not notice? It danced around the table unashamedly. Like it was broken or something. Then he winced. Cinder was good at fixing broken electronics. Very, very good.

He thanked the bartender and answered the phone.

“Dude!” Kai shuddered. He really didn’t want to hear his newly broken-up girlfriend’s best friend’s voice the day after she ended things, but Thorne was kind of his best friend too. Never date within your friend group kids! Take this situation as an example. “What the hell happened.”

“You think I know,” Kai growled.

“Well yeah! She’s your girlfriend!”

“Was.” Kai sighed deeply and put his head on the counter pathetically. The bartender motioned for another drink and he nodded. Maybe this drink will numb his feelings.

Thorne paused. “You sound horrible.”

“I didn’t sleep last night.” Kai groaned.

“Are you working today?”

“I’m drinking on my lunch break.”

“What?!” Thorne yelled. “Wha- when does your lunch break end?”

“An hour ago.”

“Dude. You’re taking this very bad.” Concurred Thorne.

The bartender slid another glass of whiskey. Kai shifted so his cheek could take in the cool marble counter and stared at his drink.

“Actually, I think I’m taking it pretty well. I could’ve blown up her mechanic shop.” He joked.

“You okay man?” Though Thorne sounded completely genuine, Kai found himself getting irritated. The man was closer to Cinder than he was to Kai. Shouldn’t be all over her.

“Why don’t you make sure Cinder’s okay? And leave me alone! You guys are closer anyway.”

“Wait- Kai- Wait!” Kai hung up to Thorne rambling about some crap he didn’t care about and sipped the brown alcohol.

He sighed and turned off his phone, leaning back on the high chair.

“I think I’ma head out,” Kai said to the bartender. He nodded as Kai gave him a card with a $30 tip.

He finished his drink and walked out in the afternoon sky, probably drunk as a skunk.

There was a litany of reasons why they could’ve played for keeps this time and- Stars Above! He was just repeating himself!

If he was a toy, he was her toy, and he deserved to be put back on his shelf. Or, rather, her shelf, preferably. But, first, pull his string and he’ll tell you that she runs because she loves him. She was only scared, that’s all.

You should’ve seen her when she first saw him! Love at first sight! His girl (yes, his girl) only breaks the things she loves the most. She loved him. She had to. Why would she cradle his head im her arms if she didn’t. Cinder was no villain

He laughed at himself as he tried to balance himself on the crack of the sidewalk. Maybe he’d go home to his apartment instead of work. Kai couldn’t possibly show up like this. You could practically see the whiskey scent around him. Ironic, since Cinder introduced him to whiskey.

Good thing his home wasn’t far from his new favorite bar. Hey, that rhymed! Once he managed to close the door, he dropped the façade and collapsed against the same door behind him.

He was king of her beaten-up cars because they were the most loved. She left him because he knew too much. He could see the revelation in her eyes whenever he traced her body. There was danger in the heat of his touch.

She saw forever so she smashed it up. He began to sob her name. Drunken tears appeared on his polished shoes. He was so polished, why was he so polished? All the damn time! She was never polished. She must have hated it when they showed up at that restaurant n his new suit and in her overalls.

“We’re too different.” Her soft voice echoed in his head. “It’s me, not you. I’m sorry, Kai. We won’t work out.”

The hell. THE HELL?!! Every line she said was a lie. She didn’t meet his eyes because she knew that he’d know she was lying. They fit so well, like the pipes she’s always reassembling. He was picturing their life together and you’re telling him this whole time, she wanted out?! It must be him for sure, then. Then. Then what did he do wrong? He’d been replaying their whole relationship all last night and at the bar. Sure, they had their fights, but what did he do wrong?

He should’ve fought. He should have been clawing at her door. He should’ve yelled at her. He should’ve grown a pair. Instead, he walked away, mumbling an apology.

“Once I fix me, Cinder.” He whispered, a tear falling down his cheek. “You’re going to miss me.”

“Once I fix me. You’re gonna miss me.” Another glass shattered against the apartment wall.

Come back. She didn’t mean it. Come back, Kai. Just say when, Kai, she'd play again. Please Kai, she was sorry.

Kai was her best friend, like kids at a sandlot. She used him, but she didn’t mean to! She was just confused.

Cinder had felt more with him even when they played pretend than with all the Ken-like men surrounding her workplace.

Why? Why?! Because he took her out of her box.

She sobbed, slowly falling to her knees as her hands covered her face. She pulled at her hair. Why did she do that? She let her fears win and now he’s gone. He left without a fight though, so maybe he did love her as he said he did.

No, don’t be stupid, Cinder. She told herself. You chose to do it after work for a reason, so he’d leave without a fight. You were afraid he might change your mind.

He stole her tortured heart. He left all these broken parts. She said he was better off.

But they weren't. No, they weren’t.

So Cinder had to do what she does best. She had to fix this.

A/N: This is a completely new story, not even a draft. I’m still on this boat.

tagging: @just2bubbly @cinderswrench @cindersassasin @the-wee-woo-royal @deprivedmusicaljunkie @crescentchat @notjacinclay @wheresmymom-imlost @salt-warrior @rapunzelfromthemoon @briggycat @impossiblesuitcase @kaider-is-my-otp @definitelynotisabel @wassupnye (these are for my kaider ONLY fics so please ask if you want to be tagged or removed <3)

[darkphoenix07]

Lovedd the Song prompt au! Can I ask for one with the song, "friends" by chase Atlantic where reader's friends warned her not to get back to her ex yunho and the reader really tries too but for wanting closure she somehow meets W her ex yunho...and then they end up having sex and get back together cause they're both crazily in love but since many things happened they broke up briefly which hurt them bad ...🫣 It's kinda angsty and smutty both haha

Friends by Chase Atlantic

<Song prompt Au 🎶>

Masterlist

Mental health request

Paring : Yunho x Reader

Genre : Ex to Lovers, Toxic Relationship, Smut, Angst

Word Count : 3.7k

Warning : Aggressiveness, Degradation, Cursing, Mocking, Teasing, Rough, Possessiveness, Unprotected sex, Punishment trope.

Author's note : Whoever asked me to write, I would like to thank her because this is one of my favorite songs of Chase Atlantic's. Their songs are literally out of the world and I couldn't wait any longer to write it. It felt too much interesting. Love you anon ❤️‍🩹

12.00 a.m.

"Happy New Year," everyone screams out loud with you and the guy you've been with the whole night drags you into his arms smashing his thin lips on yours. For a moment, you feel good about the kiss but you don't feel anything under your stomach even when he steals you away from everyone and throws on a wall.

"I can't tell you how long I have been waiting for this moment. You look ravishing tonight," he finishes his last word and jumps into your neck kissing you, licking you, marking you.

You should like it because he is being good, rough just like you want it to. He is pinning your hands on the sides and nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck. You inhale and exhale to feel him more inside your head but it just doesn't work.

"Seonghwa, maybe this place is not comfortable enough. We should try in some other place," you end up telling him that but that's a lie.

You know that too because when it was with him, you would have cum in the bathroom on his cock or on his hand. His fingers were enough to make you feel tight and his gaze was enough to make you feel wet. It wasn't the sex you've always known. It was the deep connection you felt in your pelvis maybe everytime he looked at you or called you by your name.

He was intoxicating and addicting. Specially when he treated you like his sex toy. You loved being that knowing how toxic it was. You don't remember falling for the mistake he was. Always lovely and shiny. You remember when he smiled a little hard, his dimple would poke out and shot you in the chest making multiple holes there.

You would never consider going away until your friend said, "He is playing with your heart, Y/n. Look at him, letting other girls glue with him."

"But he has never cheated on me," you tried to protest but deep down you felt bad about how he never once called you his girlfriend or anything special. You loved how he called you his slut, his whore, his rag doll but never his love, his girlfriend or his future. You wondered how long would it take for him to get rid off you. But ended up, you got rid off him instead.

"For God's sake, Y/n! He only cares for his motorcycle and boxing club. He wants nothing from you but sex. Are you okay with that life?" Your other friend said.

On the New Year party, your friends wanted to throw a party together and wanted to break your man ban after you've broken up with Yunho. They set you up with Seonghwa, your senior in college and he is so lovely you have to say, a fucking green flag in every ways.

But he is not the goofy tall bastard you gave your heart to, he doesn't have a forced dimple, he doesn't call you his slut or whore when he fucks you in his car, he doesn't kiss you like you are his, neither he makes your eyes tear up with joy and sadness at the same time like Yunho always did.

Seonghwa even dropped you safe at your house and you landed on the bed like a dead person. You remember breaking up with Yunho last Halloween. You both were dressed up as vampires and the party was in his house. So it was easy for you two to sneak inside his room.

It didn't take much long for him to throw you on his bed and fall right above you until his lips met yours. He was desperate and you were anxious. He felt your body stiffening, "Y/n, are you not alright?"

You took it a chance when you look into his eyes and ask him, "What am I to you?"

"Do I even need to say that? I can show it better," he told you with that big smile you love the most and started to kiss your neck. But you were stubborn to get what was right for you so you dragged him by collar and make him face you.

"I need to hear it from your mouth."

"Don't be silly. This is not the victorian times anymore. We don't go around calling someone ours. You are mine and that is enough for me."

"Fuck, Yunho. I need more of this. I need...I need more of you."

He got up and brushed his hair with his hands, "Am I not giving you enough?"

"No this is not normal, Yunho. This is toxic. We are in a toxic relationship. We fuck, we dance, we fuck again, we dance all night, we fuck all day. This is not life. I have my life, I have my goals. I can't do this anymore."

"Don't I have a life too, Y/n?"

"What is the meaning of your life, Yunho? Your motorcycle? Your boxing club? How long are you going to do these?"

You sat up moving the strain of hair from your face and avoid his gaze. He was in pain, you were giving him that. You couldn't possibly look at the pain. It would break you.

"Doll, is it all because of your friends?" He sat in front of you to meet your eyes.

The tears in your eyes makes his heart crumble but he doesn't let it come through his own eyes. He gulps those pain back and eats it up. He held your hands into his.

"Fuck, Yunho. It is about me, us. Why would you bring them up? Please, let's settle down. I can't do this anymore. I am not your fuck toy. I am a person. I am my own person."

He left your hands, "So, these terms made you uncomfortable?"

"No, Yun-"

"No, Y/n. I understand. I haven't been good to you. I haven't treated you good so far. So, it will better than if that's what you need. Because I can't settle now. I want to enjoy my life more. I am not even twenty five yet. I don't want to have any regrets in life but you. I wanted to live my life with you but we are different."

You tried to hold his hand but he backs away, "Please don't make this hard for me. Stay with me if you want to. I don't want to force anything on you. If you leave this room now I'll take that as an invitation. So be my guest."

You didn't want to show him more of your tears so you walk back into the party. Drink a lot. He left you in your house putting a blanket over you and not touching you even after you begging him. 

You remember meeting him on Christmas party then. You craved him like you crave chocolate on your period. You both couldn't help and he ended up fucking you in the balcony of his friends' house on the Christmas night. But he didn't call you anything other than your name so you cum once and let him finish off once. Then you moved away only to get scolded by your friends again.

After new year, it has been fifteen days. You dropped Seonghwa's topic but went to San's party who is your college classmate. San had a crush on you for so long and now that he has got his way with you, he couldn't stop smiling while talking to you. The way he handled tequila, that was a little childish but he stopped having more because he wanted to talk to you more of his night.

Which is worse that Yunho is his friend and now you are doing everything to avoid his burning gaze at you two. You are sure Yunho is thinking about dragging San away from you and force you somewhere in the corner to teach you his lessons. But he is surprisingly respecting your boundaries which is making it more painful for you to survive in this party with San.

San was playful. He kissed you multiple times on your neck and lips but this guy wants to go slow knowing about your breakup details.

Not being able to take his heated gaze, you plan your escape , "Excuse me, San. I need to use the bathroom."

You splash some water on your cheeks as they have gotten red not because of the blush you've on or San's slow kisses. Because of Yunho gawking at you for the last couple hours not even doing a thing.

You open the bathroom door of the bedroom and start to walk but you are stopped with a pair of hands on your heel tracing the laces around your calves.

"How do you always tie them loose?"

His voice starts making your heart tired by beating so fast. You think your pussy has started to throb as he slowly wrap the heel laces around your claves and tightens them while tying up. Even when he gets up, his index finger touches your thigh, your inner thigh, then your waist, then the side of your breast.

"You are looking fucking amazing," his husky voice and the smell of tequila coming from him hit you differently.

"Who are you to say that?" You counter attack him but that isn't enough you under when he smiles. He fucking smiles, your favorite kind of.

"I am nothing, doll. I have never been anything or else you wouldn't be able to walk away that day," he says like it was all your fault.

"You didn't stop me," you tell him attacking him again but he smiles for the second time giving you the worst kind of a headache.

"You were saying it wasn't your friends but I saw them trying so hard to keep me away from you by doing their chores," he steps closer to you making you feel his hot breath on your face.

You gulp to avoid the sweet smell of his body, "But it was my choice."

"I respected it."

"You weren't supposed to, Yunho!"

You slap your mouth as the words leave your mouth.

"Do they taste better than me, doll?" He changes the subject. To comfort you maybe? But his question was more concerning.

"What do you mean?"

When he starts walking towards you and you didn't find any place behind you only the wall, you realize he came here with intension. When your core gets soaked up, you realize it was you who lured him here on purpose no matter how many times you deny it.

"Did they make you this much nervous that your panty is soaked right now," he touches your soaked panty under the dress pulling the dress up, "So soaked that I can smell you from here."

He whispers while his middle finger grazes your clothed clitoris.

"You are a bastard!"

You blame him but you also pull him on your mouth and devour his lips into yours. With your dangling kiss, you tell him how his kiss tastes the best and how nervous he makes you all the time he talks to you.

His hands follow on your back to pull off the laces of your dress and your dress immediately obeys him falling on the floor leaving you in your underwear.

"How many times did imagined me parting your thighs like this and touched yourself?" He says as he does what he says.

"I don't know," you can't lie when his hand is in-between your thighs and only thing you can think about is when he is going to throw you on the bed of this room.

"Tell me you are not my doll," he says wrapping your panty line in his index finger, pulling it up to hurt your hole.

"Yunho-yunho, please," you whimper not being able to face him.

"Tell me and I will stop because if I start right now. I am not going to stop even if the party finishes and all the guests leave the house. You are getting all of it tonight whether you like it or not," he warns you like he is going to punish you like the doll you are of his.

You don't answer so as a punishment, he pulls you up by your waist and makes you sit on the side table of the room spreading your legs wide for him, "Answer me or else you won't like how I ruin you tonight."

"Tell me. Are you my doll?"

"I-I am sorry. Ah-"

You scream feeling the burn in your pussy as he leaves a slap on it. It hurts so good that you clench your walls feeling the heat leaving your body paralyzed.

"Answer, baby?"

"Yes, yes. I-I am your doll," supporting yourself on the table is hard when he is gazing at you like he is about to ruin every part of you.

He slowly drags your panty down leaving you bare while he is fully dressed in his black shirt and black jeans. He looks so lethal in this attire, you think but you have more things to worry about. The same hands that tied your shoe laces, removed them making you feel the cold air now.

"Are you my whore, sweetheart?"

Your mind fills with the times he called you that. So, you become late to answer and earn another slap on your swollen pussy.

"For fucking my sake. Forgive me," you try to say something meaningful but it doesn't help.

"Tell me you don't like what I am doing," he says slapping you again and looks at you with a evil smirk in his face.

"Yunho-"

"Tell me and I'll stop. I have always wanted your opinions," he says.

"God yes I love it. I FUCKING love that you are making a mess of me," you say earning another slap, this time more painful.

"Are you mine, doll?" He slaps you now every thirty seconds you are sure because he is sure you like it.

"Yes, I am yours. Only yours."

Suddenly he grabs you by hair and pulls you towards his forehead meeting his, "The how dare you let someone else touch what's mine?"

"Yunho, I am sorry. I thought I would be able to get over you," you say meeting his eyes, he is visibly mad at you right now and you don't understand what to do.

"Did you ever think of me or how will I survive a day without you?" He asks you gripping your hair a little too tightly.

"I shouldn't have b-"

"I haven't touched a soul from the day you have walked into my life. I haven't cared about any other girls but you. I have only had my hands on you. I used to race like I don't have a tomorrow until you become my tomorrow, I used to do boxing like I don't have a wil to live until you become one. What does these mean, Y/n?"

"Sweetheart, I couldn't understand what to do."

"Those things mean that I love you. I have loved you ever since I have eyes on you, doll. I fucking you but do you love me, y/n?" He asks you attacking you with full force.

Before you can say a thing, he pulls you up again and keeps you on his shoulder before plopping you on the bed. You watch him stripping waiting for your next punishment but all you can see is pain in his eyes.

You get up to make it up to him but he doesn't let you touch him, "You do what I say tonight if you love me a bit."

"I love you, Yunho. Stop treating me like that."

"Oh do you, sweetheart?" He grabs your chin and makes your head fall on the bed.

"Then how did you kiss those guys with these lips you were saying that belong to me?"

"Yunho, I shouldn't have. I und-"

He leaves your chin and grabs the headboard above you, "Just because I was quite and I didn't call you my girlfriend you punished me like that. How do you thing I should punish you, doll?"

"However you love. I just want your apology."

"Do you think of me as a monster, y/n?"

"No, Yunho..."

"Can I ever hurt you?"

"I know you can't bu-"

He cuts you off with a kiss dropping his hands on your sides. It makes you realize how badly you insulted him by being with someone while you were in the break-up phase. He was being good, it was on and off, there was no commitments but he did whatever he should have done for you.

He stops but his bottom lips grazes your upper lip while he says, "Do you give me the person to destroy you right now, doll?"

"You don't scold me and ask permission like that," you tell him and feel his palm slipping on your pelvis pressurizing you.

You feel something building inside of you as you hear him say, "You get more than scoldings, my doll."

And then his hands leave your pelvis, goes to grab his cock in on hand. He keeps looking at you while making his cock dipping into you. You feel flushed, hot by the way he is staring at you like all the time, "Ah, Yunho."

You wanted to pull him roughly because the way he is slowly dipping himself is leaving you frustrated. But you can't disobey someone like him, not right now.

After he is fully situated into you, you see him grabbing the headboard, "You have no idea how hard I want to fuck you right now."

"Why don't you just do that?" Your voice sounds hoarse by the way you are full of him. He isn't moving one inch. He is just there, not moving a muscle torturing you with no movement.

"You'll like that, don't you?" He smirks and you see a drop of sweat coming down from his hairline to his forehead. He looks so red right now but he is too stubborn to teach you a lesson for touching other men.

"I said I am sorry, Oh my fucking God" you yell at him as he pulls out. It leaves you breathless without him even starting.

"How bad do you want it? He asks you pushing inside you again, this time a little fast.

"So bad, so fucking bad. Please, please, please. I ca-" then he pulls out again, his tip still touching your walls.

"Why don't you ask your other boyfriends?" He says with a dark gaze making tears fall from your eyes. He is hurting you back the way you hurt him. It has been like this always. That is why your friends told you he was toxic.

"Because they don't fuck me like their sex toy," you wanted to satisfy him tonight. You wanted to make him happy so you said what he liked.

And it makes him smile too, "There you are. There is my favorite whore. My one and only."

He starts moving continuously but still slow. You grab his arms trying to make him fasten the pace, "I have had enough, Yunho. For God's sake, stop torturing me."

"Are you my whore? Say it again"

"YES, I AM," his sudden surprising thrust makes you scream and this time his thrusts didn't stop.

"Legs on my waist, doll," he commands you and you obey wrapping your legs around his waist making more ways for him to get inside.

"That's my whore. My good girl. Mine," he keeps praising you while abusing your little hole and it only makes you proud.

"Hands and knees, sweetheart," he tells you and moves you on your knees with his one hand.

He spreads you like an open book and you look back at him to see his face but he grabs your face and pushes it down, "You don't see what I do to you now, little doll. Earn it."

And as he enters you, your support on your elbows fall desperately craving more from him, "Yunho, I can't.-"

"Do you want me to stop? I'll stop when you want me to," he tells you but doesn't stop.

"Don't fuckin stop," and that's all it takes for him to pushing himself forcefully everytime. You are a screaming mess and all you can hear is his panting. You are the cause of that panting, you are the cause that he is flushed like that. How good that is!

He stops and with one last thrust, he comes right after you do, "I fucking love you," he showers you these words when he cums making you feel overwhelmed.

He supports you to move on your back and keeps panting beside you grazing the marks he gave you.

"I'm coming," he says and comes back with tissue, a glass of water.

"I'm sorry, I didn't bring condom today. I didn't know it was about to happen," he says while cleaning you softly, carefully because your pussy is still swollen from the slaps of his palm.

"I'll take pill tomorrow, don't worry," you tell him placing the glass aside and bring him beside you. He pulls you on his body, keeping your head on his chest.

"I am sorry. I should have told you that I loved you," He tells you keeping his hand around your shoulders.

You look at him pressing your palm, "I am sorry for not realizing that."

You smile and earn a peck from him which soothes the rough kisses from earlier.

"But doll, touch another man and he dies."

Can he get any more predictable?

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Gonna vent about Gundam Wing here because FUCK

I know people like this show, and I can see the appeal in the angst between the pilots and the cool robot fights (when they actually happen and aren't just one-sided ass-beatings) and all that jazz. And i just want to say, I'm not gonna stop you from enjoying Gundam Wing. Hell, maybe someone can spell this show out for me and help me get it.

In the meantime, with that out of the way, I want to talk about my feelings regarding Gundam Wing as somebody actively watching through it.

I'm writing this review of Mobile Suit Gundam Wing in the middle of episode 34 (almost 10 episodes away from the end of the show), and I'm left questioning what the point of all this even was. Gundam Wing's upfront pitch was simple & sweet: Heero Yuy & other Gundam pilots go down to Earth and it's pretty straightforward: smash shit up for the larger United Earth Sphere Alliance folks, and is OZ & Zechs were there and sometimes Trieze would show up and say some shit and feel like a solid fit for a complex main villain. Then the Gundam pilots have to go back to Earth and now everyone is kind of meandering about. God, and then a few of them reunite under the female lead Relena's flag. But that kind of fizzles out when lo'-and-behold Heero Yuy runs off in a Gundam yet again while Quatre stands by? Who even is the main villain anymore? Because Trezie said his fight was "over" like his ass gets to say that when his soldiers are out there still clawing for relevancy now that a faceless main villain has invaded the story. It is impossible to feel any sort of way about anyone, nobody important ever actually dies and, again, the role of the antagonist has shifted between two or three different old guys. They really only did one pilot's backstory adequetly. I don't care about any of these people and at this point I'm just watching this to figure if the Gundam Wing Zero & Epyon doing weird mental stuff is going to go anywhere. But if that element is anything like the conflict, it's fizzle out right before it does anything worth discussing.

I don't understand any of it, none of these little bastard Gundam pilots can stick together and it totally underminds the squad dynamic set up from the start. Half of them don't even do anything for most of the series. It leads me back around to my first question, what was the point of this show? Was ALL of this really slapped together to sell toys? (I mean, it was then it worked. I want a model kit of the Mobile Dolls and I own kits the 5 Gundams + Deathscythe Hell) Who is even the brainchild behind Gundam Wing? Who is to blame for this whole thing to begin with? Give me a name, if there even is one.

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me when I finally get that masterpiece Nightbird toy to pair with my Bee: *smashes together like Barbie dolls*

I'd make them play house in my old barbie dreamhouse

Literally me

I’m gonna get my hands on more tf dolls💅