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seungkw1 · 19 days ago

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ring my bell — ljh

♡ pairing: neighbor!jihoon x afab!reader ♡ theme: smut [18+ mdni] ♡ wc: 7k ♡ warnings: sub!reader, but also subby!jihoon, size kink, praise kink, auralism/ecouteurism, masturbation (m. & f.), oral (m. & f. receiving), unprotected piv sex (do not do this), cum swallowing, creampie, cockwarming, dacryphilia, size kink, hair pulling, gagging, missionary, 69, nipple play/boob worship, multiple orgasms, sex toys, mild alcohol consumption, did i mention size kink, lil fluff at the end ♡ a/n: i abandoned this fic at least five times lmao but then one night at like 2am the brain rot took over and here we are! tysm to @wonwovy for beta reading, @shinysobi for the title suggestion, and @miniseokminnies for help w the photos <3

When you moved into your new condo, you were pretty sure you hit the jackpot. At first, you were a bit suspicious - how could the rent be so low in this part of town, with such a nice building? But for two months after you moved in, you’ve had no problems. Sure, the shower head is a bit leaky sometimes, and you could use a bit more storage space, but overall - no complaints. As an added bonus the unit next to you was vacant - aka, peace and quiet. Perfection.

That vacancy didn't last forever, though. Two months in, and you found yourself with a new neighbor. You haven't had a chance to properly introduce yourself to him yet, but from the brief glimpses of him you've gotten he seems nice. You suspect he's around your age, a bit quiet, definitely keeps to himself but has been very polite in passing. And while he's not exactly your type, you do admit he is pretty cute. So, nothing wrong with him.

You did, however, quickly discover two major problems. One, it turns out the walls are paper fucking thin. And two - to make matters worse - his bedroom is apparently right on the other side of yours, sharing a wall. And you can hear everything.

By the sounds of it, the guy is single. You never hear any other voices, just his - soft moans emanating through the sad excuse for a wall, gradually getting louder, culminating in a symphony of unholy noises. You've never heard a man be so… vocal before.

At first, you just try to ignore it. Obviously, he's doing nothing wrong - this is simply a consequence of shared living spaces. So you do your best to mind your business.

Easier said than done.

A week passes. You still haven't had a chance to actually say hi to your new neighbor, but you already feel like you've become intimately acquainted with him. It feels a bit… wrong. This is very clearly a one-sided situation. You don't even know the guy’s name for fuck’s sake. Yet, each time, a sharp aching sensation forms a pit in your stomach. You find yourself fantasizing about him - wishing you could be on the other side of the wall, wishing you were the one responsible for the sounds being produced.

You've gone and fallen for a complete stranger - or at least, the idea of him. Fucking great.

You just need to actually meet him, you tell yourself. He could be a complete asshole. Or maybe just not your type at all. Once you say hi, you'll get over this silly little fantasy in no time.

I’ll make sure to run into him tomorrow, you determine. You go to bed, content with your plan.

Not five minutes after you crawl under the covers, you start to hear faint groans.

You reach for your airpods, but they're not on your nightstand. You must have left them in the other room.

It’s fine, you decide. It’ll be over soon enough.

But tonight, apparently, he is taking his sweet time.

You stuff your head under the pillows, trying to drown out the sensual sounds, but the moaning persists. Even muffled it’s loud - and it only gets worse as the minutes pass.

Just when you think he’s about to finish, the sounds cease. Thank god, you think as you roll over, ready to finally get some sleep.

But a minute later he starts up again. Slowly at first, once again taking his time, increasing his speed at an excruciatingly slow pace. Eventually his breaths grow shorter, his groaning louder. Then, he stops.

As if he set out to torment you tonight, he begins once more.

You lay there, eyes closed, unmoving, breathing deeply, trying to ignore the aching between your legs. But it's impossible.

The third time around, he's clearly very on edge. His moans turn loud, whiny, pathetic. It's probably the hottest thing you've ever heard.

Don’t do it don't do it don't do it…

As if your arm has gained a mind of its own, your hand slides beneath the fabric of your underwear. You gasp as your fingers slip between your folds - you're fucking wet.

Your already-throbbing bud pulsates between your fingers. Slowly, you begin to rub your clit. The sensation is immediately overwhelming; the uninhibited cries of pleasure emanating from the other side of the wall are enough to send you over the edge. Just when you think you can't take another moment of this, he cums. And so do you.

Your free hand clasps over your mouth just in time. You try as hard as you possibly can to stay silent - but you want to scream. You writhe against the sheets to the sound of his release, riding out your orgasm on your fingertips. Muffled cries escape despite your efforts - but are lost amidst the man’s sea of moans. You cum long and hard, savoring every last moment of your high.

As you start to come down, you sink into your mattress, body spent, mind drifting off. Your neighbor seems to have exhausted himself too - the only sounds carrying through the wall now being that of deep breaths.

So much for running into him tomorrow.

You flop over onto your side, shoving the thought away - but you know even if you try, you can't avoid him forever.

You just pray to god he didn't hear you.

Of course, after a week without any encounters, you manage to run into him the very next day.

Upon returning from the grocery store, you head to your building’s elevator. The doors are closing as you approach, so you figure you'll just take the next one - but the occupant holds the door for you.

“Thank you,” you say cheerfully, but as you step inside your stomach drops. You are face to face with your new neighbor.

“You’re welcome,” he replies, making direct eye contact with you. You want to disappear into the walls, but you maintain your composure. The button for your floor is already lit up, so he presses the close door button.

“I believe I just moved into the unit next to yours,” he says as you set your heavy bags on the floor. “I've seen you around but haven't had a chance to introduce myself. I’m Jihoon.”

He extends his hand out to you. You instantly regret setting your bags down.

You smile calmly, hoping he doesn't notice how flustered you are. But as you slide your hand into his, your heart rate rises. It doesn't help that he has really nice hands - large, warm, with fingers long and graceful, and a nice strong grip against your own hand. Your mind flashes back to the events of last night, picturing what those hands were doing…

Stop it.

“I’m y/n,” you reply with a smile, trying to be as normal as possible. “Nice to meet you.”

You withdraw your hand from his grasp as he lets go - nonchalantly, but with haste. Any longer and your palms would have probably started sweating.

“So, how are you liking it here so far?” you ask casually.

“So far so good,” he replies. “I'm honestly surprised that I was able to find anything in this part of town for such a good deal. Nice and quiet here too.”

Quiet.

You fear your suspicions are correct: he has no idea he's been putting on a nightly show for you.

The elevator gives a soft ding as it comes to a stop. You reach down to grab your bags as the door opens.

“Can I help you with that?”

“Oh, uh… sure.”

He picks up the heavy bags with ease. You could tell that he’s a muscular guy, but up close he looks straight up beefy. It doesn't help that the tight shirt he's wearing hugs all his muscles perfectly, his biceps nearly bursting out of his sleeves. You force yourself to look away before you start fucking drooling.

He delivers the bags to your front door. He returns them to you with care, making sure you have a firm grip on the handles before letting go. His hand lingers upon yours momentarily - the lightest brush of his fingertips against yours enough for your insides to do a somersault.

“Thanks again,” you tell him, making the mistake of direct eye contact again.

“Of course,” Jihoon replies warmly. “See you around.”

You flash him a smile, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. “Bye!!” you blurt abruptly as you unlock your front door, hurrying inside. You want to turn around, get one more good look at him - but you shut the door behind you.

Your head spins as you put your groceries away. You're so wrapped up in your imagination that you nearly put the milk in the cabinet. But you can't stop daydreaming about what those muscles look like underneath his shirt.

You finish up and head into your bedroom. A nice hot shower should clear your mind. Not two seconds after taking off your shirt, you freeze. The familiar sounds from next door have begun yet again.

You stand there, half horrified, half horny. Surely it's nothing more than coincidence that your neighbor got home and started jacking off minutes after having a conversation with you. He was probably gonna do that anyway, you try to convince yourself. You're just having main character syndrome right now, this has nothing to do with you.

But your gut is telling you otherwise.

Mindlessly your fingers drift to your bra clasp, removing the garment. Taking your breast in one hand you stroke your thumb over your nipple, already hard from sudden exposure to the cool air of your room. You let yourself stand there for a minute, listening to Jihoon’s soft moans, imagining you could see him through the wall, slowly stroking his cock in his hands.

You feel guilty, ashamed, but the aching in your cunt overpowers any sense of remorse. Your hand makes its way into your pants, your fingers gliding through your folds, slipping easily into your soaked pussy. You wince silently, stifling the moans desperately trying to escape you. Slowly, you begin to fuck yourself. You can't help but think about how it would feel if it were Jihoon’s fingers inside you instead.

You stand there for a couple minutes, your clit throbbing against the motion of your palm - threatening to make you scream and cum.

You can't let him hear you, you keep telling yourself. But part of you almost wants him to hear you. You picture him getting so turned on hearing your cries of pleasure that he cums instantly, all over himself, making a huge mess that you would love nothing more than to help clean up.

You feel your climax rapidly approaching. You cease moving your fingers, but let them remain resting inside you. You try to calm yourself down, taking deep breaths to slow your pounding heart, but just as your head starts to clear you hear a sudden swell of orgasmic sounds from through the wall. As if by reflex your hand moves again. Your body tremors at the pressure against your overstimulated clit - you cum in silence, forcing your cries back inside you as . You ride out your high, and so does Jihoon, his moans slowly softening as he comes back down.

Heart pounding, you slowly remove your fingers from your cunt. Your hand is soaked; you find yourself wishing it was Jihoon's face instead, glistening with your juices after eating you out, making you cum an unreasonable amount of times.

You sigh. You know this should all feel wrong. But why does it feel so good then?

A strange combination of feelings overtake your body: tingling bliss from your orgasm, guilt from the reason for your orgasm, an overpowering yearning for the touch of essentially an entire stranger.

You strip the remainder of your clothes off and proceed to take a very long, very hot shower.

You wake up the next morning stupidly horny.

It didn’t help that you had a dream about Jihoon. In it, you were standing in his bedroom, watching him masturbate to the sight of you. His cries echoing through your subconscious, the pathetic look on this face as he came all over himself - it’s not surprising you woke up to a puddle between your legs.

You pause, listening to see if you can hear your neighbor next door, but you hear nothing. You reach into your nightstand, pulling out your favorite vibrator. The purple device rumbles in your hand as you turn it on. For a vibrator, it’s pretty quiet, but with your stupid thin walls you know it would be perfectly audible from the other side. You think Jihoon isn’t around - surely you would hear him if he were - but even if he is, you truly don’t even care anymore. You position the toy lightly upon your clit - even through the fabric of your underwear, its powerful vibrations instantly feel amazing. A soft groan escapes your lips before you can stop it. Your hips begin to move lightly at the stimulation - the pressure of the vibrator’s end causing your wetness to stick to your panties. You attempt to restrain your moaning, but before long you cease resisting. It feels too good. Your orgasm quickly builds in your gut, making you whimper as you squirm against your pillow, its intensity growing and growing until - you cum. The fire of your release burns through your body, your cries filling the air without abandon. Deep breaths fill your lungs as you come down, soft gasps emanating from your lips as you turn the toy off and toss it aside.

A series of thunks echo from through the wall, followed by a hushed “shit”.

It sounds like somebody dropping a phone or something, but whatever it is - turns out your neighbor was home after all. Whoops.

In your post-orgasm bliss you begin to drift back to sleep. You don’t know what you’re going to do now next time you run into Jihoon, but that’s a problem for later.

You end up sleeping in far too late. By the time you wake up, you feel groggy and sluggish, so you figure going to the gym will help you feel a little better. You don a soft pink pair of leggings and a light gray sports bra, filling your water bottle and grabbing your airpods on your way out the door. You wait in the hallway for the elevator. It reaches your floor with a ding, its doors sliding open to reveal who other than your next door neighbor.

Of fucking course.

He appears to be returning from the gym, his tight white t-shirt clinging to his body in a way that practically puts all his muscles on display. His dark hair is damp and sweaty, messy, stray strands of it sticking to his forehead. He looks up to see you standing there, a panicked look instantly filling his eyes. His skin is already flush from exercising, but his ears turn practically crimson at the sight of you.

“Hi,” you say with a friendly smile.

He freezes, staring at you like a deer caught in the headlights. He quickly tries to shake it off.

“Oh, uh, hey,” he mumbles in an attempted nonchalant tone, but already his cheeks are becoming more flustered. You see his eyes flicker up and down your body - your outfit isn’t terribly revealing, but it’s certainly on the sexier side of athleticwear. He stands there, awkwardly frozen - so long that the elevator door begins to shut again. He grabs hold of it, triggering the motion sensor so it reopens. He starts to shuffle past you, but you decide you’re feeling bold enough to try and engage him in a conversation.

“Just coming back from the gym?” you ask casually.

He stops in the hallway, standing right before you.

“Oh, yeah.”

“Do you also go to the one over on Clark Street?” you question. You won’t hold him up too long - he looks like he wants to perish - but you figure you’ll torment him for another minute or so. “That’s where I’m headed now.”

“Yeah, I do,” he answers, subtly shifting his gym bag in front of his body.

“Cool! Maybe we’ll see each other there sometime,” you tell him in a chipper tone.

“Maybe, yeah. That’d be cool,” he replies, smiling nervously.

You enter the elevator and press the ground floor button.

“Well, see ya around!” you tell him with a wave.

“You too,” he responds, not taking his eyes off you until the elevator door shuts closed.

Three days pass - three days of pure silence from the other side of the wall.

Now that Jihoon has discovered the truth, he's clearly mortified. You catch a few glimpses of him around the building, but the man practically vanishes at the sight of you. You feel a little bit bad, but you know the ruse could not have lasted forever anyway.

Unless he somehow knows exactly when you're not home and has been jacking off exclusively then, you haven't heard him pull his dick out at all. And judging by the couple times you've seen him, the man has been incredibly on edge.

You return home a bit late in the evening after hanging out with some friends. You’ve had a fair bit of wine, so you're feeling a little tipsy, but you're in a pleasantly good mood. You're also decently horny; your mind drifts to your neighbor, conjuring up the image of him returning from the gym, sweaty, muscular, his t-shirt damp and tightly fitted against his sculpted body.

Not two minutes pass after you step inside before you hear the SLAM of a door from the hallway. Footsteps approach your unit, followed by frantic knocking on your front door.

You scurry over to the entrance, reaching out to unlock the door, but the pit in your stomach makes you pause. What if he’s mad at you? you start to worry.

Well, only one way to find out.

With the click the deadbolt turns. You swing the door open to reveal Jihoon, in a plain white t-shirt and grey fucking sweatpants.

He stares at you, standing frozen in your doorway. You can see the gears turning in his head, trying to calculate if this is all a mistake.

After just enough moments of silence for it to be awkward, he clears his throat.

“Hi, um… May I come in?”

He looks incredibly tense, but the way he's staring at you with such intensity makes your pussy ache.

“Sure.”

You step aside, gesturing for him to come in.

He enters. He takes a look around as you shut the door behind him.

“It's really nice in here,” he comments, attempting to make small talk.

“Oh, thank you,” you say with a friendly smile. He looks even more nervous now that he's in your apartment. He pauses, nonchalantly observing some of the artwork on your wall, seemingly trying (and failing) to come up with a good segue into whatever he came over here to say.

“So, um…” he starts, rubbing his hands together anxiously.

“I just wanted to… uh… well, I figured I should probably let you know…”

You inch even closer to him as he stumbles over his words; his shoulders tense slightly. He runs one hand through his hair, avoiding your gaze.

“I guess I just wanted to apologize,” he finally is able to articulate. “I just recently realized that the walls in this building are pretty thin and uh… well I guess I don’t know if I've been loud at all…”

Blushed redness creeps up his neck as his terrible lying resonates through the room.

Maybe it's the way he's standing there, doing nothing but stumbling over his words yet looking incredibly sexy, or maybe it's the wine - but you're feeling bold today.

“Yeah, you have been.”

The pale color of his cheeks suddenly goes even paler, turning his entire face sheet-white as he stands there, horrified. Then, the redness returns with a vengeance. He looks like a very hot, very nervous tomato.

“I’m so sorry,” he stammers, “I really had no idea-”

“Why are you apologizing?”

He stares at you, confused.

“Um…”

He waits for you to clarify, but you don't. Seeing him this flustered up close and personal has your panties soaked already, and you want to revel in it.

He lets out a deep sigh.

“I just… I know I can be loud sometimes, but from now on I’ll be more conscientious of my… volume. And I just don't want you to think I’m perverted or anything…”

He shakes his head, realizing he's just digging himself a deeper hole at this point.

“Anyway, I’m really sorry to bother you, I should get going-”

He tries to slip past you, but you throw your arm out in front of him, slamming your palm into the wall of the narrow hallway as you block him from exiting. He freezes, involuntarily holding his breath as panic spreads across his face.

“What if I like it?”

Your arm brushes against his torso, his chest heaving into you with his quickening breaths.

“What?” he asks, barely more than a whisper, clearly taken aback by your question.

“What if I like hearing you?”

His eyes widen. You step even closer into his personal space, your face now mere inches from his.

“What if I want to hear you making those noises on this side of the wall, in my bed?”

You grasp onto his t-shirt, yanking his body into yours. He lets out a gasp as your tits press into his chest - his mouth is now so close to yours that you feel the exhale against your lips.

“Would you like that?”

He gazes at you, his eyes darkening with desire. Then - he kisses you.

It's not a delicate kiss, nor is it sweet. He kisses you as if he intends to devour you, hungrily tugging at your lips as he grasps at your waist fervorously, aching to touch every inch of you.

His large hands slip underneath your shirt, gripping your sides tight as he caresses your warm skin. Your heart races in your chest, the sounds of rushing blood flooding your ears as you kiss Jihoon, savoring the sweet taste of his lips, basking in the radiant heat of his body against yours.

“Oh wow,” he mutters into your mouth as his lips depart yours briefly.

You grasp onto his tshirt, balling the fabric in your fists, pulling him with you as you stumble toward your bedroom together, still kissing him.

As you step through the doorway, you tug on his shirt, prompting him to remove it. He pauses, contemplating the taste of wine lingering on your lips.

“Are you… drunk?” he asks delicately. “I just want to make sure…”

“A little,” you reply, leaning into him, so close that the vibrations of your soft-spoken words resonate against his lips.

“But I know what I want.”

Jihoon squeezes the flesh of your hips, his grip unrelentless, as if someone was going to take you away from him. A thick bulge beneath his sweatpants presses against you as he holds you tightly against him.

“And what do you want?” he asks in a low voice, staring at you hungrily. “Tell me.”

“First,” you start, pulling at his shirt again. “Get rid of this.”

He yanks his tshirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor. Standing before you now, shirtless, you get a true look at his brawny figure: huge biceps framing his body, thick pectorals protruding from his chest, chiseled abs sculpting his stomach. The man has muscles you didn’t even know existed. You delicately drag your fingertips up and down his torso, admiring him; his cock twitches against you at your touch.

“God you’re so fucking hot,” you mumble as you gaze into his eyes - giving him the most pathetic, needy, seductive look you can muster.

Redness spreads across his neck and chest. He’s clearly easily flustered (at least, for you), and you plan to take full advantage of this.

You slip one finger beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging lightly.

“Now, get rid of these.”

Obediently, he slides his pants down, having to stretch the elastic further to get it over his bulge. Kicking the sweats off, you get a clearer look at what he’s packing. Even through the dark fabric of his underwear, the outline of his hard cock is undeniable - not only long, but thick. Your pussy clenches at the mere sight of his size.

You can't wait any longer. You run your hand over his clothed cock, feeling its weight in your palm. Jihoon groans, letting out the sweet sound you've until now only heard muffled through the wall. Hearing him now, here, in your bedroom - it's music to your ears.

Reaching into his underwear, you grip your hand around his girth - he nearly whimpers at the sensation. You give him a few strokes before pulling his cock fully out, causing you to let out an audible gasp.

Fucking shit.

Jihoon gives you an embarrassed smile, making you realize you said that out loud and not just in your head. But if anything your reaction wasn't even dramatic enough, because his cock is fucking huge. You take him in your fist, slowly pumping up and down; his eyes roll back into his head, letting out a deep sigh as you stroke him. You press your lips into his neck, planting delicate kisses into the soft skin.

“Oh god,” he groans under his breath.

With his dick twitching in your hand, growing stiff and somehow even longer, you drop to your knees, positioning your face directly beneath the behemoth of a cock. You gaze up at him as you drag your tongue from his base to his tip; he strokes your cheek lightly with the back of his fingers, gazing down at you with a look of equal parts admiration and lust. You swirl your tongue around the head, tasting the precum that has dribbled out. Taking just a tiny bit of his tip between puckered lips, you begin suckling on it, lapping up his juices and teasing him with the bare-minimum stimulation. His low hum swells into a moan as you slowly slide his cock into your mouth, taking as much of his length as possible before you start to choke (Not yet, you think to yourself. Save that for later.)

“Fuck, you look so good right now,” he groans, cupping your cheek in his large hand as you stare up at him with big doe eyes. “So beautiful with my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours.”

Sharp throbbing pulses between your legs at the slightest of praise. You slide your mouth up and down his length, gradually increasing your pace. His tip hitting the back of your mouth only makes you want more, makes you want to swallow him whole, gag on the entire shaft as his massive size fills your throat. Finally, you can resist no longer - you swallow the rest of him, your lips greeting his base as his full length slides down your throat. Tears instantly begin welling in your eyes, streaming down your cheeks as you bob your head up and down, choking on Jihoon’s cock.

He places one hand upon your hair, grasping it in his fist as you give him the absolute sloppiest head he’s ever received. Grotesque gagging sounds emanate from your throat, but are nearly drowned out by the lewd string of moans coming from Jihoon. He wants nothing more than to watch you choke on his cock, see your tears flowing freely as you stare up at him, eyes longingly transfixed upon each other - but he can’t help but shut his eyes, head falling back at the overwhelming pleasure you’re making him feel. It starts to take over his whole body - his hips reflexively begin thrusting, sinking his length deep into your throat. Before long he pulls you by the hair, wresting you off of him; strings of saliva stretch from his drenched cock to your coated lips, bubbles of spit running down your chin.

“Sorry, that was going to make me cum way too fast,” he tells you with a sheepish smile. “You’re just so- ohhh…” His sentence is cut off by you placing one of his balls in your mouth, lightly sucking on it before taking the other as well.

“Fuck that’s hot,” he grumbles, stroking your hair gently. You shift on your knees, trying to sit more comfortably upon the floor; Jihoon notices.

“Come here,” he instructs as he pulls you up off the floor. “I want you to be comfortable.”

He brings you over to the bed, laying down atop it. You go to resume your place between his legs, but he grabs your arms to stop you.

“You should take these off,” he insists, tugging at your clothes with desperation in his eyes. “Please. I wanna see you.”

You pull your shirt over your head, discarding it to the floor. Slowly you unfasten your pants, sliding them down your hips - a bit timidly, for as horny as you are right now you’re suddenly afflicted with a wave of shyness. But the way Jihoon is looking at you - eyes glazed over with pure lust, licking his lips like he wants to devour you - is driving you utterly crazy. You swiftly remove your bra and panties, standing nude before him as he marvels at the sight of you.

“You’re perfect,” he says, his voice deep and gravelly. Your pussy clenches, attempting to alleviate the powerful aching in your core. Jihoon takes your hand, drawing you into the side of the bed.

“Sit on my face. Please.”

It’s not an order; the way he is looking up at you, squeezing your hand - he’s begging.

“Only if I can suck your cock at the same time,” you say with a cheeky grin. His eyes widen.

“Would you like that?” you ask coyly, batting your eyelashes at him as you trace circles on his stomach with one fingernail.

“Y-yeah,” he whimpers, his voice cracking slightly.

“Good.”

You crawl onto the bed, swinging your legs over Jihoon’s head as you face his painfully erect cock. You situate yourself steadily, lowering your pussy toward his face, until you feel his soft, plush lips against you. Instantly he lets out a loud moan, the vibrations against your soaked core triggering a sharp jolt in your stomach. He wraps his arms around your inner thighs, holding you tight against him, his moans still resonating through the room even with his face buried in your cunt.

He begins to work his tongue deep into your folds, licking every last bit, lapping up as much of your juices as he possibly can - the rest certainly dripping down his chin. You lean over, reaching for his thick cock one more; you grip the base tight in your fist, stroking the hilt while taking the rest in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down his length. The pathetic noises coming from under your cunt grow even louder - Jihoon begins to squirm underneath you, bucking his hips as he continues eating you out as if the world were ending tomorrow. He latches onto your clit, suckling on the stimulated bud; you cry out, but the sound is garbled amidst your cacophony of unbridled gagging noises. Your eyes flood with tears as your orgasm rapidly approaches - you grind your hips on his face, stimulating your pussy further and further, the burning in your gut swelling and swelling, your legs trembling even in Jihoon’s tight embrace. Your whole body convulses atop of his as you reach your climax. Desperate for air, you pull your head up, your mouth now empty but quickly refilled with cries of pleasure as you cum all over Jihoon’s face.

“Oh my godddd,” you wail, your mind going blank as every nerve in your body lights up like fireworks.

“Oh my god, oh fuckkkk, Jihoon…”

The rumbling vibrations of his groaning carry you through an overpowering orgasm; you ride out your high as he sucks on your clit mercilessly while his nose presses into your cunt. You’re seeing stars as you begin to come down, unable to think any coherent thoughts - instead basking in how fucking incredible Jihoon just made you feel.

You lift your throbbing pussy off his face, giving your poor overstimulated clit a moment to recover.

“Gonna cum, ‘m so close,” Jihoon moans. You quickly pop his dick back into your mouth, sliding his length in and out, hollowing your cheeks as you suck his cock like your life depends on it.

“Ahh, ahhhhh, ah fuck-”

Hot white ropes shoot deep into your throat as he releases. His melodic moans and whining cries form a grand symphony that fills your bedroom - in this moment, you are absolutely certain that you've never heard a more beautiful sound.

His cock pulsates in your mouth, letting out every last spurt of cum for you to eagerly swallow. As he finishes, you slowly slide his cock out of your mouth - still marveling at the sheer size of it.

“Oh my god,” he groans softly. You swing your leg over his head, turning yourself around to lay beside him. You wrap your arms around his torso, becoming the big spoon as you nuzzle your face into his neck.

“Wow,” he proclaims with a deep, satisfied exhale. He lays silently as he recovers, catching his breath and coming back down to earth. Finally, with a sigh, he turns to face you. You raise your head up enough for your noses to meet.

Jihoon gazes into your eyes, eyelids heavy in his post-orgasmic bliss. He hesitates, bringing his hand up to your cheek and cradling it gently.

“Can I kiss you?” he finally asks, his voice no more than a soft whisper.

You nod. He kisses you - this time not hungry and desperate, but slow and saccharine. Your lips lock, laying there entangled in each other’s embrace - his muscular arms hold you tight, enveloping you in the warmth radiating from both of your sweat-covered bodies. As your lips eventually part, you remain snuggled by his side - him playing with your hair while you trace your fingertips over his toned body. Eventually, he takes your chin delicately in his hand, tilting your face up to look at him.

“I don’t know if fucking your next door neighbor is necessarily a wise thing to do,” he starts. “But that was incredible. You’re incredible.”

You smile.

“I don't know either,” you chuckle. “But the way you basically broke down my door to come fuck me was really hot.”

Jihoon laughs, his face lighting up with a beaming smile.

“Yeah, um. I'm not entirely sure what compelled me to do that.”

“I do,” you inform him. “You were thinking with your dick.”

“Okay yeah, you're right,” he admits with a grin.

He reaches for your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours, squeezing your palm.

“Would you want to do this again?”

“Like, right now?” you reply.

“No I mean like- … well, yes actually,” he answers, his face lighting up with excitement. “But I meant like, in the future.”

You nod, a wide grin spreading across your face.

“I’d like that.”

“Good,” he smiles. “Me too.”

“But also…”

Your arms grab hold of him, rolling him over on top of you. He tries to shift, to not be placing his whole weight upon you, but you cling to him tightly, holding him in place. You roll your hips, stroking his still half-erect cock with your soaked cunt; you feel it pulse in response, already beginning to harden again.

“I want you to fuck me,” you speak softly into his ear, continuing to grind your pussy on his cock. His eyes roll back in his head once more.

“God you're so fucking hot,” he mumbles through gritted teeth. His eyelashes flutter as his eyes open again, peering down at you amorously.

“Give me just a minute, baby,” he says as he shifts downward, positioning himself directly in front of your boobs. He grabs one with each hand, kneading the soft flesh in his grasp. He licks your nipple, swirling his tongue around the protruding bud, wetting it with his warm mouth before switching to your other breast. He gives them equal attention, licking and sucking on them, back and forth - whichever boob isn't in his mouth, he pinches your hard nipple, squeezing and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. You press your hips up into his stomach, seeking any relief for your aching clit, but it's not enough. You whimper as he latches on to your left nipple, suckling on it so long you think you might cum again just from this. You feel the bed move beneath you as he grinds his cock against the sheets, thrusting into the mattress, seeking relief for his returned erection.

He lifts his head up, releasing his latch on your breast with a wet-sounding pop. His eyes stay fixed on you as he shifts further down the bed, resting comfortably between your legs as his lips hover above your cunt.

“Is this okay?” he checks before placing his mouth on you. You nod earnestly, brushing your fingers through his damp, messy hair. His tongue locates your entrance, slipping into your pussy, his nose brushing up against your clit, still highly sensitive from your first orgasm. You moan as his tongue glides through your folds, his face becoming soaked once again in your juices. He flickers over your clit, the warmth and wetness of his tongue quickly sending you over the edge. Your body writhes beneath him as you cum a second time, crying out with even greater pleasure than the first. It's almost overbearing, but you relish in it, delicious waves of bliss pulsating throughout your whole being. His tongue slows, licking you softly as you lay there, unable to move for a few good minutes, basking in the aftermath of your orgasm. Your fist slowly unclenches, releasing the grip you didn't realize you had on his tousled locks.

“Damn,” you mumble, a big goofy grin spreading across your face. Jihoon crawls back up toward you, kissing you with lips drenched in your own cum. His cock, fully hard once more, brushes against your cunt. Although you're still trying to catch your breath, you place your entrance against his tip to taunt him.

“Please fuck me,” you beg, desperate to feel him inside you.

He pushes his cockhead into your pussy, letting out a moan as he feels your warmth. Your walls tighten as he slides the rest of his length in, fully enveloping his cock - he whines, loudly, letting the delicious sensation overtake him. He rests for a moment inside you, fearing to move as he feels the urge to cum already. But he’s too aroused to resist for much longer - slowly he begins to pump into you, deep thrusts stretching you out, filling you up like you've never felt before. He’s almost too big, but you love it. Tears well in your eyes again as he fucks you - slow and tender at first, but gradually increasing his pace, soon pounding into you with powerful force. The stretch is overwhelming, but his long strokes and perfect tempo have you screaming his name, voluminous cries filling the air as he fucks you like you’ve never been fucked before.

“You’re taking me so well baby,” he praises, his voice low and breathy. “So pretty…”

His voice trails off. High-pitched grunts and groans escape him as his body begins to stiffen, another climax rapidly on its way. He drives his cock into you, your perfect pussy squeezing him so tight that he can't think straight.

“Y/n…” he cries. “Fuck, y/n I'm cumming…”

With several powerful thrusts he releases deep inside you, warm cum filling you up until you're completely full - so full that it begins to leak out of you, coating his cock and dripping all over the sheets. He finishes, laying frozen on top of you, heaving breaths echoing in your ear as he sinks his face into the crook of your neck. His cock rests inside you still, twitching occasionally against your walls. His breathing becomes so steady that you start to think he’s fallen asleep - but eventually he lifts his head, resting his temple on his fist as he takes in the sight of you, so pretty and fucked out beneath him. A lazy smile appears on his face as he stares at you, his pink cheeks glowing in his post-orgasm state. He looks so good that you involuntarily let out a little giggle.

“What?” he asks, his grin growing wider.

“You're just really hot, that's all.”

His face somehow turns even rosier. He lets out an embarrassed tsk as he tries to hide his face in his hands.

“What? You are!!” you proclaim, pulling his hands away so you can see him again.

“Sorry,” he replies timidly. “I’m not good with compliments.”

“You'll get used to it,” you say matter-of-factly. He raises an eyebrow at you.

“You say that like this is going to be a regular thing now,” he retorts, trying to keep a straight face - but the corners of his mouth twitch upward, revealing the grin he's trying to hold back.

“Do you want it to be?” you ask.

Unable to hide his smile any longer, he nods.

“I’d like that.”

Slowly, he pulls his spent cock out of you, making you whine at the empty sensation as even more of his cum spills out of you.

“Wait here,” he says, giving you a soft kiss on your cheek as he rises from the bed. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

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singingcicadas · 8 months ago

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Megatron's Opposite Day

"I free slaves"

This is Soundwave binding Ratbat but seeing as Megatron did the same thing to Pentius by putting his spark into Trypticon and reformatted Rumble and Frenzy into cassettes against their will I think he approves a lot of this practice

Megatron on Optimus and humans, after his defeat in All Hail Megatron ⬇️

he really salty

"I implant ideology" aka brainwashing

Decepticon cause = Megatron. nuff said.

"I liberate cities" says the person who let Nyon burn to make a point

Cities are too small, think bigger

Holding New York hostage.

"Like Autobots, they believe in the sanctity of life" which he doesn't. Kudos for being honest.

Allowing troops to do free-rein massacre is a reward for conquest. Nothing like some easy murder for de-stressing.

The Simanzi massacre which halved the Cybertronian population is off-screen so it doesn't deserve its own pic

"The revolution"

"We only feel good when we stand with a blade in one hand and a throat in another" "Let's make the entire face of the planet into our new gladiator arena"

What nice, confidence-inspiring revolutionaries. I'm sure they'll rule the population with benevolence after they've killed all the Necessary People with Necessary Violence. Final interpretation of what constitutes as Necessary is reserved for the sole discretion of Megatron, ofc.

Good goals.

Sentinel might be an absolute asshole but at least he's got one thing right: they're literally a gang of thugs who gets high off murder.

"The people are my utmost concern"

'The people': ................

"Battling for freedom"

Freedom of what? Function? Autonomy?

Religion?

the ability to choose whether to fight? on which side to fight?

Idk why they used the word "pogrom" for this, it's way too specific

Anyways it doesn't matter, they won't be missed.

Good for Bumblebee for calling him out. Screenshotted this just to appreciate Megatron's bitchy face ⬇️

Other urban legends:

"Megatron loves Cybertron" let's just burrrrn it

He did fight to save Cybertron in Chaos Theory but also made it pretty clear why he did it. It's not out of the goodness of his heart or any sentimental reasons like that. It's an ego/dominance thing.

Plus his wording when he's trying to convince Optimus to let him go with the Lost Light: "I broke the planet. And that, Optimus, is why I owe it to you - to everyone - to find a replacement."

Replacement.

In other words: I made a mess and can't be bothered to clean it up, so I want to get away from it and find somewhere new to start clean.

I don't think Optimus appreciates the favour.

"Megatron tore down a corrupt government" which is true, just too bad that he's worse

He's also, um, a closeted Zeta admirer?

"Megatron advocates equality" ???

Megatron x dictatorship is literally his OTP. They were inseparable for four million years. A lot of people died trying.

"Megatron cares about the Decepticons" no he doesn't. Not his troops nor its cause.

Like for one thing he treats them with complete scorn

Admits that the most useful thing about keeping Starscream around is that he can bully underlings into line

Wants to use the humans' nuke to get rid of his troops and reformat them into peaceful drones after they outlive their use because they were "too ruthless" for his perfect peaceful society

Has zero scruples about fighting Deceptigod, just affronted that his own soldiers are being used against him

And basically just drops the Decepticons like a bag of vermin after he surrenders. He never once mentions them of his own accord, other than to insist he has nothing to do with them. Even his surrender speech is something Optimus makes him do as exchange b/c he wants to go on parole. He wasn't planning on making a public address otherwise, he was just going to leave them hanging.

Looking at the publication timeline, Megatron started out as an established Evil McEvilson-type villain similar to how he is in G1 and it's not until Chaos Theory in 2011 that JRo really gave him a sympathetic backstory that drew his characterization away from the bloodthirsty pugno ergo sum warlord into someone who once held ideals about societal reform and remains convinced of his own moral supremacy throughout the 4 mill years of death and war, adding worldbuilding such as Functionism/oppression/government corruption as justification for the beginning of the Decepticon movement. But because the start of the Decepticons was already written in Megatron Origins and every evil thing he'd done up till Chaos Theory can't be retracted and they had to keep Megatron as a villain until his story was no longer central to the Autobot-Decepticon war line, and JRo didn't try to downplay the atrocities he'd committed (some of the most sadistically disturbing things Megatron did were exclusively in MTMTE flashbacks), but rather tried to distance him from them and placed the focus on the juxtapositions to emphasize change, this as a whole just resulted in Evil McEvilson getting turned into Hyper McHypocrite.

#That being said I genuinely enjoyed Megatron's redemption arc in mtmte/ll. It's one of those stories that's very poignant and moving #on an emotional level #even though the plot itself doesn't hold up that much under close scrutiny.#moved this to the tags to make the post cleaner #I would've liked it more if LL used a few more panels to show Megatron Actually Making Friends #instead of shunting him into a parallel universe for idk how many issues in an already limited run #transformers #idw transformers #maccadam #megatron #trying to clear out more screenshots

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poohsources · 1 year ago

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🐝 * ― 𝑭𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛ i promised my parents i'd introduce them to my partner the next time they came around ... will you please pretend to be my girlfriend / boyfriend? ❜ ❛ you can stop pretending, there's no one around anymore. ❜ ❛ somewhere along the way, my fake feelings became real feelings for you. ❜ ❛ if you want others to believe we're dating, you'll have to start acting like you at least like me. ❜ ❛ do you think they believed we're in love? ❜ ❛ thank you for pretending to be my boyfriend / girlfriend. ❜ ❛ if you still need a date for tonight, i'm free. ❜ ❛ they're looking suspicious. quick, kiss me. ❜ ❛ give me one more stupid pet name and i'll break up with you right here, right now. ❜ ❛ can you please pretend to be my partner so this asshole will leave me alone? ❜ ❛ it says couples only ... let's say we're dating and we'll get in. ❜ ❛ we don't have to kiss, do we? ❜ ❛ no one's going to buy it unless we actually commit to the act. ❜ ❛ i'm not comfortable with doing anything more than holding your hand. ❜ ❛ it feels wrong to lie to everyone like that. why can't we just tell them we're just friends? ❜ ❛ fake dating you is a lot more fun than i expected. ❜ ❛ surprisingly, i really enjoy your company. we should do this again sometime. ❜ ❛ my date bailed on me, can you take their place instead? ❜ ❛ can we do this again? but maybe this time as an actual date. ❜ ❛ relax, so far everything went well and no one is suspecting anything yet. ❜ ❛ i don't think i can fake being in love with you anymore ... because i've fallen in love with you for real. ❜ ❛ the others are going to catch on if you keep sending me death stares. ❜ ❛ please say you'll do it so they'll finally stop harassing me to find someone. ❜ ❛ i heard you needed a date tonight, so here i am. ❜ ❛ you don't have to do anything if you aren't comfortable with it. ❜ ❛ shouldn't we go over our stories so we don't accidentally tell people two completely different versions of how we met? ❜ ❛ wow, you almost convinced me you really meant what you were saying. ❜ ❛ wait, this wasn't part of the act? ❜ ❛ we're already so close, no one will suspect a thing. ❜ ❛ okay, but won't we have to explain it when we break up? ❜ ❛ if you really want to get out of this so bad, you'll have to be the ones to break up with me in front of our friends and family. ❜ ❛ i couldn't have asked for a better person to be my fake girlfriend / boyfriend. ❜ ❛ when did your feelings for me become real? ❜ ❛ how long do we have to keep this up? ❜ ❛ i don't like lying to people about things like that ... but if it'll make you happy i'll do it. ❜ ❛ want to help me make my ex jealous? ❜ ❛ i know this wasn't part of the plan but i think i've caught real feelings for you. ❜ ❛ you don't have to pretend anymore ... no one's looking anyway. ❜ ❛ was any of it real or was it all just fake? because it didn't feel fake to me. ❜ ❛ will you at least hold my hand? ❜

#rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #roleplay meme #sentence starters #trope sentence starters #rph #type: meme

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bonefall · 5 months ago

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What are your thoughts on Crowfeather's Trial? I already know how you feel about my other least favorite super editions so I'm curious about your opinions on this one lol

I think at best it's just okay. Like...it feels like they're going "see!! We're holding him accountable!!" But then they just kinda...dont?? Like I didn't feel any differently about Crowfeather by the end than I did when I started. There's parts I like about it but overall it just fell flat for me

Like how am I supposed to like this guy when he's just constantly a dick?? he can't stand Harespring for some reason, there's a moment where he's like "I wish my son was dead" and when Nightcloud goes missing he barely gives a damn and doesn't bother to even try and look for her

Anyways I'll forever be mad that they gave this guy a whole super edition and he'll probably have the most dramatic death ever while Leafpool suffered her entire life (and afterlife) and got killed off screen. Hoping he gets jumped by rats and dies from infection

I'm not a big fan of it. It's one of the better written SEs and has a clear goal in mind, but every time I have to encounter it, it feels like it's sidelining the characters who actually deserve to be explored in favor of Crowfeather Sadboy Whinging.

Breezepelt has 12 books detailing how being mistreated by Crowfeather is making him worse, and showing that social alienation is pushing him towards the Dark Forest. Nightcloud was demonized by the old team even though they wrote Crowfeather deflecting all the blame of Breeze's behavior onto her, giving the new team a great opportunity to correct the mistakes of the old writers... and they decided to focus on Crowfeather instead.

And, mind you, they conveniently leave out massive details about how BADLY Crowfeather was abusing his child.

There's this one part of the book where he learns that Breezepelt broke his leg as a kid and he feels like shit for not remembering it, and it's supposed to be a big moment where Crowfeather realizes he was apathetic and careless. But he WASN'T just apathetic and careless. We see him TEACHING his child xenophobia in order to mock and offend Leafpool, smacking Breezepaw around for being 'rude' (the way Crowf always is), and screeching at him for having basic needs like hunger or rest.

Crowfeather WASN'T just a sad, sad boy who didn't pay attention to his kid because he was too busy pining over Dead Wife. What he did to Breezepelt wasn't just neglect; it was physical and emotional abuse.

The book DOES ultimately hold him responsible for how Breezepelt turned out, yes. But it doesn't properly focus on WHAT made Breeze come out the way he did. It wasn't genes, it wasn't Daddy Not Smile At Me. I can only assume the reason why they didn't address how ghoulish Crowfeather actually was is because they knew that being honest and direct about him abusing his child would make him unsympathetic.

Which is a problem, because, y'know, you can just make it Breezepelt's Trial and NOT have to thread that needle??

And furthermore... the book is trying to show Crowfeather addressing that he's kind of an asshole and moving on from it, earning deputyship as a reward for his growth, but what the book really demonstrates to me is that Crowfeather is a dickhead who actually shouldn't have ANY power at all. I don't understand why people would trust him or want him as their leader. I don't see any reason to think that he would be responsible with the lives of an entire Clan of people.

Before I hear clown shoes; if you think that means I "just don't like" that he would be an ""interesting leader,"" pile yourself back into the car with your 30 other jesters and drive away. I mean that it feels completely wrong that any character in-universe would look at the person who exists in Crowfeather's Trial, and say, "this is a person who would help me effectively rule."

What he does, all-book-long, is show that he's an emotionally unstable loose canon borderline incapable of self-reflection. Other characters have to directly tell him "you should try being less of an asshole" and "maybe be nice to your family sometimes?" while he comes up with bullshit reasons to seethe at every character who wanders into his line of sight.

I massively resent the fact that even Leafpool has to mommy his baby ass towards the end of the book. After he spends a good part of Po3 and OotS finding roundabout ways to snipe at her for not giving him exactly what he wanted. It falls on HER to be the one he can ask for advice on how to fix the family he treated like shit his whole life.

no that's not hyperbole she literally. textually. is compared to his mother.

and he can't even be gracious about it, he's instantly all huffy and offended, completely proving her point. Why the hell would anyone make this guy a deputy? The man needs TWO motherly figures giving him the exact same basic advice and a dedicated super edition before he adjusts his behavior even slightly.

(watch him get Boring Leader Syndrome the minute he inevitably becomes Crowstar, too)

Sooo, in a nutshell;

It's one of the better SEs. unfortunately.

Crowfeather is held accountable for being the problem in his own relationships, thank god

but it doesn't fully hold the actions we SAW in the main series books accountable, seemingly purposefully leaving out the worst things he did.

Another WC book where a male character gets an insane amount of sympathy and rewarding that female characters are NEVER deigned deserving of.

Should have been Breezepelt's story. I strongly dislike how Breeze's "redemption" was based on his shitty dad saying sorry. He deserved an actual character arc struggling with ever trusting WindClan again after they took his dad's judgement about him at face value.

Absolutely awful that Leafpool is killed between books and given a trial where they consider sending her to hell when they finally DO get around to showing how she died, while Crowfeather gets an SE about the whole world holding his hand so he can fix the family he broke in 5 easy steps.

Its biggest problem is that it is about a character whose actions you can go and read about. It doesn't deliver on the setup of 12 books of Crowfeather being an absolute git; it's a good story for the version of Crowfeather the new team seems to have created in their heads.

Doesn't stop me from manifesting him getting an infection and having a Sandstorm-tier disrespectful death in the upcoming series, lmao.

#warrior cats analysis

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frenchkisstheabyss · 1 year ago

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♡ the patient in 206 ♡

♡ Pairing: patient!mingi x curvy!fem!reader

♡ Summary: You always keep it professional at work but, when an attractive new patient begins to push the boundaries, you find it difficult to resist his charm.

♡ Genre: fluff/suggestive

♡ Word Count: 1.8k

♡ Warnings: reader’s short so there’s references to how tiny she is, mingi puts his face in your boobs nonsexually. they're just comfy for him, mention of blood/anesthesia

♡ A/N: This is based on an idea @urlacuna threw into my asks. I hope I did a good job interpreting what you wanted into a fic!

Red licorice, if you eat enough of it, does a hell of a job mimicking internal bleeding. That’s why the patient in 202 is here today for a colonoscopy. Just to make sure. You know this because the husband of a patient is draped over the nurse’s station while you’re doing charts, huffing and puffing because he has to be here instead of presumably lounging on a couch wiping flaky orange Cheeto dust on the arm of his recliner. This is about as sexy as a job in nursing gets but it’s what pays the bills so you listen, partially anyway, fighting off the urge to throw what’s left of your watered down iced coffee onto his face.

“Sir,” your coworker interrupts, her lack of patience for his bullshit obvious from the start, “Your wife’s asking for you. If you’ll go in and see her…” Before she can finish her sentence he’s stomping off, mumbling something to himself. She’s your favorite coworker for a reason. She takes a seat on your desk like you’re not in the middle of something. “I’d rather get two colonoscopies with no anesthesia than be married to that asshole,” she says louder than she should. You bury your face in your hands, muffled laughter escaping the spaces between your fingers, “You can’t say that!”

She crosses her legs, thumbing through a patient’s file, “Like you weren’t thinking it. Anyway, I need you to take a patient for me.” “I’m already assigned room 205,” “Now you’re not” she declares, opening the folder to face you, the face sheet glowing like an ancient text in an adventure film. You see the name Song Min Gi. The picture, oh, the picture. “Remember him?” she asks. Remember? How couldn’t you? You’d been thinking of him ever since he came in last week. Not that you’d tell her that. Not that you need to. It’s painted all over your face the same way it was when you first saw him.

Mingi came in with his best friend, Yunho you’re pretty sure his name was, to drop off some paperwork for his endoscopy. The other nurses swarmed the desk like moths to a flame, a sea of fluttering eyelashes and girlish laughter. It wasn’t often…or ever…that two tall handsome men sauntered into your job. And they weren’t just gorgeous. They were complete gentlemen, taking time to ask each of you about your day and making cute little jokes that eased some of the tension of such a high stress job.

As attractive as they both were, it was Mingi who had you wrapped around his finger from the moment he walked in. “We could climb him…” your mind whispered. The smile on his face whispered back that he might let you if you asked. “The little one” Mingi had called you, a suitable nickname with you being the shortest nurse on staff.

“I like you, little one.”

“Thank you, little one.”

“See you soon, little one.”

The timbre of his voice echoed through your chest, the aftershock still felt when you returned home that night. You’d thought of him often since then, hoping that you’d see him again. You’d even peeked at when his endoscopy was scheduled for, excited to find out that you’d be on that day. Today. But you’d forgotten. Yesterday had been so chaotic that you rushed in this morning barely knowing which planet you were on, let alone the day.

Hair a mess. Makeup nowhere to be found. Mismatched socks on. At least your sneakers were on the right feet. You slam the folder closed, “I can’t. Look at me!” “Oh, stop it” your coworker shushes, brushing your hair back, “You look beautiful. Now go! 205 needs me and Mr. Song Min Gi needs you. Go, go, go!” She has you up from your chair, rushing you off with his file in your arms, quicker than you can register what’s happening. “Have fun!” she teases, shoving you into room 206 where Mingi lounges in the bed, his long legs stretched out.

He’s already loopy, you can tell by his low eyes and the blissful smile on his face. Yunho stands beside him, deep in conversation about something that becomes irrelevant when they see you. Mingi sits up, recklessly shifting his arms as if he doesn’t have an IV jabbed into one of them, “Little one!” “Oh my god, be careful” you gasp, scurrying to his side before he accidentally rips the IV from his arm. “So, are you my nurse now or did you just come to see me?” Both. The answer is ‘both’.

You dodge the question, “It looks like she got you all set up for me so let me just go check with the doctor and see if they’re ready to take you back. In the meantime, don’t injure yourself please.” Mingi winks at you, “Anything for you.” “You’re disgusting you know that?” Yunho groans, rolling his eyes, “Sorry about him. It’s the anesthesia kicking in.” You assure Yunho that it’s fine, slipping back out of the room under the watchful eye of Mingi who waves at you like you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. When you return a few minutes later he’s already out cold.

“Be careful with him” Yunho warns, “He might try to, uh, force himself to wake up.” You aren’t worried. You’ve dealt with it before. Patients try to fight it off all the time. Eventually, they all succumb to it though. Even on the off chance that they do wake up the anesthesiologist has them drifting back off to dreamland in a millisecond. It’s almost annoying how cute Mingi manages to be, worthy of a full page spread in a magazine even in those dreadful blue tissue paper clothes they make patients wear.

Rolling him to a room not too far down the hall, you hand him over to the doctor and get back to your other duties. Checking on other patients, making sure they have their discharge papers, and shoveling some lunch into your mouth in between. You’re hiding in the office kitchen, cheeks packed with food and another fork full coming your way, when another nurse rushes in to grab you. “Y/N, room 206! He’s out of his mind!” You check your watch. Mingi? He should be out but he shouldn’t be awake yet.

No questions asked you race behind her to find his room full of nurses. Mingi’s up bouncing on the balls of his bare feet and…rapping? Your closest friend there, the matchmaker herself, scurries over to you, ushering you closer to Mingi. “We’ve been trying to get him to lay down but he won’t do it because he wants, uh, well…” “My wife!” Mingi shouts gleefully, long arms embracing you. His chin rests on the top of your head as the two of you sway back and forth. “Isn’t she cute?” he coos, petting your hair, “Mmm and she smells nice.” You pat him on the back, a mother soothing her agitated baby,

“You guys can head out. I’ve got him.” The room empties out except for Yunho who helps you seat Mingi safely on the edge of the bed, his arms still around you. Mingi sighs, resting his head on your chest, “Soft. Mmm. So soft.” He nuzzles his cheeks against your breasts and Yunho nearly chokes on air. “I’m so sorry. Mingi, stop it!” Mingi groans, shooing his best friend away, “We’re married. I can do what I want. Right, baby?” He looks up at you, his brown eyes are angelic under the fluorescent light, and you can’t bring yourself to disrupt his delusion.

“Right, you can do what you want but can you do something for me?” “Anything” he sighs, his nose buried in your cleavage as his hands traverse your curves. “Let’s lay down, okay? I’m a little tired.” You fake a yawn and he nods, easing you onto the bed with him. His face still in your chest, Mingi goes on telling you how much he loves you. He smiles at memories of how nice your honeymoon was. “It was nice, wasn’t it?” “The best.” This was far from what you expected coming in to work today but, in the back of your mind, you’re enjoying the affection, even if it is medically induced.

After a few minutes, Mingi drifts back off to sleep, giving you the chance to sneak away. The rest of the day goes on as normally as it can after something like that has happened. It’s not like you can tell anyone. You should just forget it. Maybe Mingi will. Yunho better let him. When you get the news that Mingi’s awake for a second time you beg another nurse to take him. You don’t even want to think about what might happen if he does remember and you’d rather not find out.

Thankfully she takes over, allowing you to finish out your shift uneventfully. “See you tomorrow!” you shout over your shoulder, waving to your coworkers as they filter out behind you. You turn to check that the coast is clear before crossing the parking lot only to slam face first into a brick wall. You stumble backward, and strong hands grip your arms keeping you on your feet. A brick wall? Not a brick wall. Mingi’s chest. It’s your turn to look up at him now, his cheeks are tinted a strawberry red.

“Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry…”

“No, I’m sorry…for a lot of things apparently.”

You glance behind him and see Yunho leaning against a car nearby. You wave to each other, the context of Mingi’s apology clear. “Look, I…” “Don’t worry about it. It happens.” Mingi narrows his eyes at you, skeptical of how often this actually happens. “Okay, it doesn’t happen” you relent, “But it’s really okay. I swear.” “I’m still sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m such an idiot. Clearly, that date I was gonna ask you on is out of the window.” “Date?” you shriek, clearing your throat to regain your composure, “I mean, date? You were gonna ask me on a date?” Mingi hangs his head, hands in his pockets, unable to meet your gaze. “I was but it’d be kinda weird now, wouldn’t it?” You stand up straight, arms folded across your chest, “Well you’ve gotta ask to know, don’t you?” “Oh, uh, does that mean that you’d…would you…date…with me?” “When?” “Now?” “Now?” “No?” “Fine. Let’s go. My car” you demand, strutting to your car with some newfound boldness overtaking you.

You aren’t sure if he’s even following you until you spot him out of the corner of your eye. Clutching your purse close to your chest you try to suppress how giddy you are then the panic sets in. A date? Looking like this? Unlocking the door, you throw your purse into the backseat, “I should probably go home and change into something cuter.” “Cuter?” Mingi asks, holding the door open for you, “You’re cute enough. Plus, you don’t have to impress me anymore. We’re married, remember?”

#mingi x y/n #mingi x you #mingi x reader #mingi fluff #ateez x y/n #ateez x you #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #curvy reader #plus size reader

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months ago

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Am I the asshole for hanging out with someone less in-person, and more online?

Here me out first please.

My buddy Austin (he/him) and I usually hang out at least every other week, if not every week. We've been doing this for the last few years after we both got more conformable doing in-person hangouts after the covid vaccines reached the general public in our country.

About a year ago, Austin was in a car accident (not a major one, don't worry) and walked away with a mild concussion (doctor's description). Ever since that car accident, Austin has been super sensitive to sound. In his words, walking across his floor in socks sounds like elephant stomping. His floor is carpet. Typing on a phone is so loud and distracting he can't hear anything else. Birds outside his house sound like they're chirping directly into his ear. He vents to me often that having a regular-volumed conversation sounds so loud it's painful to him.

When I'm over at his house, I try to be as quiet as I can. I'm careful to soft-step around the house and not take my shoes off. I try to shuffle or slide through the kitchen and other rooms that are not carpet so I make less noise. We whisper or half-whisper half-speak to each other in conversation. Movies we have subtitles on and the volume turned down to almost 0%. But Austin still looks like he's in pain by the end of a couple hour hang-out. Sometimes he'll get up and put in earplugs and then come back to continue the hangout. I feel really bad that he's putting himself through so much.

The last few months, instead of always hanging out in-person, I've been suggesting doing something virtual and letting Austin decide which he wants. I figure that if we're gaming, he can wear his earplugs or mute the game and we can use game chat or text each other to communicate. Same with watching movies, we can both adjust our volumes to our comfort levels (and leave subtitles on still. I don't mind them). Sometimes he wants to just do things online, and sometimes he insists on hanging out in-person. It's been about 60/40 online to in-person so far.

We hung out last weekend and first Austin said let's hang out in-person, but the night before we were supposed to hang out, he told me he rather hang out online this time. I was cool with it, but when I let my roommate Geoff (who is also good friends with Austin) know that actually I'd be home most of the day Saturday and answered Geoff's "why are you hanging out with Austin online again?" with "i don't know, Austin probably wants a quiet weekend instead", my roommate started accusing me of infantilizing Austin by hanging out online instead of in-person, that I'm abandoning Austin because his "auditory disablility is too inconvenient for fragile able-bodied feelings" (Geoff's words), and how since Austin hasn't explicitly said that in-person hanging out is too loud for him, then I'm being ableist by assuming things are too loud when he hasn't directly said that I am too loud. I argued that I don't think of Austin as lesser, I just don't want to cause him any unnecessary pain, and it's pretty obvious when things are too loud for him without words, because you can read the "Make it stop" / "No more" expression on his face. But Geoff doubled down really hard and told me i should be ashamed of treating Austin like he's incapable of making his own choices.

I was pissed and just walked out with my laptop. We did our movie day with me on the local library wifi instead. I don't think for a second I've taken away Austin's ability to choose, since I let Austin make the call on in-person or online!! But I'm also completely able-bodied. I haven't even experienced a temporary disability-experience like needing crutches during injury recovery or anything. Geoff has a chronic pain and fatigue disorder, so he has more experience with microaggressions than I do. So I don't know if I'm right about this being a non-issue, or if Geoff is right about me being ableist against Austin's noise sensitivities. It keeps eating at me now, and I don't want to bring this up with Austin since I already know he's really insecure about his new volume tolerance levels. Am I an asshole for doing online hangouts with Austin instead of sticking to only in-person stuff?

#aita #am i the asshole

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eruhamster · 3 months ago

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no, im thinking about the whole thing of more than just one or two people reading TGCF and somehow thinking he xuan only just found out about the fate switch again. the fact that this is something people think is so insane to me because even if the specific time he learned was never given, like it's essentially spelled out for you.

hua cheng says when he xuan died, shi wudu showed up and made sure he was dead, so he xuan knew something was up with this guy. he found out he was a god and grew more suspicious. and then he infiltrated the heavens to find out more. like that's really the only actual statement we get, but like... it's so clear it's been a long time coming.

suspicions don't make you eat a bazillion water ghosts to make you into a water ghost to give you the specific powers necessary to overcome and kill a water god. he had to have known for as long as he was considered black water sinking ships. and of course he would know from the moment he infiltrated - he knows what happened to him and when. he would go up there and see that shi wudu has a brother with his name, who ascended the same day he died, who isn't known for doing anything beyond pulling a drunken party trick on an asshole. and sqx is so willing to talk to everyone, "ming yi" even complains that he throws out his array password to everyone. sqx told xie lian his ghost story, complete with a spell to make it cold and spooky with scary music while he told it, within like a month of knowing the guy. there is absolutely no way in hell that he xuan did not connect the dots within a year of infiltration.

and this idea of "well why would he spend centuries not doing anything" is so fascinating because it completely disregards the entire subtext of who he xuan is and what his relationship is with others. he is not friends with hua cheng. hua cheng is actively antagonistic toward him(and this is not just a hua cheng thing; hua cheng is actively nicer to sqx and even pei ming than he is to he xuan): he calls in inept. he says he doesn't know what he's thinking. he freaks out at him coming into his territory(puqi shrine), he is actively on edge while they're on the island, and he goads and mocks him in ways he doesn't to his other underlings. and yet hua cheng bankrolls him. he xuan is insanely in debt because hua cheng pays for his food, the cost of his fish(that hua cheng also actively dislikes), the cost of bribing heavenly officials(probably to keep their mouth shut), etc.

hua cheng doesn't help he xuan and fund his escapades because they're friends. he is clearly hua cheng's actual spy. it's a sort of payment for his services.

there's no real info on this but they clearly have a deal worked out. hua cheng pays for his expenses. he xuan was likely tasked at keeping ears out for news of xie lian. their deal was likely set to end when xie lian was located. maybe it went further, given hua cheng is so familiar with what he xuan knew as a new ghost - esecially since hua cheng is known to help ghosts pass on and help them with petty revenge or give them shelter in Ghost City in turn for their assistance(best example being the boar and chicken ghosts, they serve their chengzhu after he helped them get revenge and that's why many of the cultivators in the mt tonglu arc hate him, as seen in the ghost inn scene), it could easily be the case that he xuan came to hua cheng and they worked out a plan together. hua cheng knows how the heavens work; he ascended once. he could have come up with the infiltration plan and assisted he xuan in turn for him being a spy alongside he xuan's goal of finding out what shi wudu did. so even when he gets up there and immediately connects the dots, he'd do the work he was tasked with.

because if he only just recently found out, it would be insane to think that "ming yi" wouldn't go berserk. that "ming yi" wouldn't at the very least start acting noticeably different toward sqx. but he doesn't, because he's known.

i've seen people mention the hua cheng line of "my underling for 10 years" - this is him working out the hole he xuan found himself in when the real ming yi set off the flame pillar. "ming yi" was working as jun wu's spy for 10 years. the 10 years comment was aligning with that, giving an out so he could be taken back to the heavens with the idea that he was only jun wu's spy that was discovered after 10 years of infiltrating ghost city.

in reality, jun wu was unlucky enough(or maybe 'ming yi' volunteered) that the spy he picked was already hua cheng's spy of centuries; a double-agent. he xuan was spying, and that was why hua cheng knew the moment xie lian ascended. that is why he knew the exact mission xie lian was on and where he could find him. because he had a spy on the lookout.

and by the time their deal had been fulfilled, he xuan had been sqx's best friend for so long that he had grown complicated feelings and didn't start on the path to revenge until he had no choice: when the real ming yi finally killed himself in a cry for assistance(which, personally, i think may have been spurred by he xuan potentially deciding he wanted to keep that ming yi imprisoned indefinitely, or perhaps only due to an accident that originated from xie lian's unluckyness burning sqx).

the real issue from then on is he xuan fighting with himself, stuck between 'ming yi' and the oppressive and violent black water, seemingly actively attempting to both get his revenge while trying to salvage a relationship with sqx and keep the truth of "ming yi" from his best friend.

that's why, despite it all, he xuan still pops into the rebuilt puqi shrine to eat the food in a silent act of congratulations. xie lian actively got in the way of his plans to the point of he xuan barely being able to contain his violence and hua cheng legitimately being worried, and again, hua cheng and he xuan clearly are not friends - but hua cheng still helped him for centuries. hua cheng is the reason he got his revenge. and that warranted stopping by during a celebration.

this fits in so perfectly with their characters and the events of the story. the moment you think that the discovery happened recently, motivations come into question and it makes things muddy. like, one person who believed that he'd only just learned had said that hua cheng must have found out about xie lian's ascension through the rain master - there is not a single instance in the books that imply the rain master and hua cheng have interacted meaningfully. you have to actively make things up to go against this very clear line of what likely occurred.

this is also what makes he xuan so tragic. "ming yi" is not a complete lie, and he does try to cling to it, and only has to let it go after xie lian's continued meddling that eventually reveals the truth to sqx - long after he would have known, if he xuan actually wanted sqx to know. he wanted to stay friends with sqx, and he hated himself for it, which is why he shows a bit of himself when he asks xie lian to 'exorcise the demons in his heart.' the real he xuan is not so evil; hua cheng does not work with evil ghosts. the real he xuan has silly pet skeleton fish that assault him and accidentally poison him the moment he comes home because they're so excited to see him, and makes little jokes like teasingly sliding away from sqx when sqx recalls the 'reverend' saying everyone close to him will perish. that's why he doesn't change sqx's fate after he kills shi wudu. that's why sqx makes it clear that he xuan wasn't the one that broke his leg and arm. that's why he hesitated when sqx called out his pet name. that's why he kept and repaired sqx's fan. that's why he laughs before leaving when sqx is hounded by all his new friends about godhood. that's why he helps hua cheng one more time. that's why he congratulates xie lian on the shrine reopening. that's why he still says 'dream on' and 'do it yourself' to sqx even when there is no more ming yi; he xuan is not a bad person. he is just a man with demons. and if his hand hadn't been forced time and again, maybe he would have made the decision that being "ming yi" indefinitely wasn't such a problem. but the mountain of sins he'd committed over the centuries in the name of getting his revenge once xie lian was found was a hill too big to climb over, and once the path to revenge started, he had to do it. otherwise, what was the point of all the debt, all the lies, the wrongful imprisonments, the killing- everything he used to stand against, the crimes that others had done to him? he had to do it.

#tgcf #tgcf spoilers #he xuan

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quinngefail · 11 days ago

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Is Lawrence a “no Adam, we are not keeping the stray cat you found” but then immediately falls in love with the cat type guy. Is he. I need to know

SHAKING

💥 Rambling Beast Incoming 💥 Because I will not lie. I've thought about this a lot LMAO

I am also putting a cut. Because this got to be way longer than anticipated, and also slowly pivots into just being a short fic HRKGMGKGK......

But uh I've imagined that the conversation came up during a late night. They'd been staying together, and just being together for a few months now. They have a lot of conversations that revolve around just asking each other about all sorts of things, getting to know one another more and more. And just being able to freely ask things that certainly weren't important during their six hours in hell. 'Getting to know you's in significantly less stressful environments, basically.

At some point that night, Lawrence asks Adam what some things on his bucket list are. Adam gets a little flustered, and sorta mumbles, "I promise it's nothing that exciting."

But of course, Lawrence wants to hear anyway. Doesn't matter if it's 'I want to have a concert on the moon', or 'I want to find a lucky penny on the subway'. He just wants to hear anything and everything from this man, no matter what Adam's harsh inner voice may repeatedly insist.

So Adam begins to explain one of the biggest things on that list, which is that he's just always wanted a pet. A cat, specifically, as they're his favorite. Because even in a world where his parents could have afforded to take care of one, they wouldn't have anyway. They both just did not care for animals, and weren't exactly hesitant to very bluntly express their disdain for them, in far less kind words. And even if Adam had been existing on his own for about 6-7 years now, he certainly wasn't ever in a comfortable enough financial state to take care of a pet. And he could truly never forgive himself if he was the reason for any amount of harm coming to something that was so innocently dependant on him... The man who had struggled to feed even himself.

So, he had just shoved that idea to the back of his mind. But the longing never stopped, of course.

Once he's finished, Lawrence gives a saddened nod, and offers his sympathetic words. But, there's a few moments of silence before he perks up a bit. Why don't they just get one, then.

Adam blinks a few times in surprise, but he can't keep a little smile from creeping up his face.

"Well, you know I'm not going to say no to that," he responds. "But only if you're really okay with having a little bastard running around your place,"

Lawrence first starts with a dry chuckle. "Oh, I don't think I'm a stranger to that anymore, darling. In fact, I'm rather acquainted with the little hellion I've already welcomed into my home. And you know, I am quite fond of him."

Adam's smile only grows larger, and more crooked, as he rolls his eyes. "Yeah okay, whatever, asshole." But it's only a second or two before their shared laughter fills the bedroom.

"Well, it'll certainly be loved." Lawrence remarks in the lull of their banter. "And completely spoiled."

"Oh, abso-fuckin'-lutely." Adam nods, cracking a cocky smirk. "It'll have no idea that I've been waiting 20 some years for this shit. Poor bastard's in for of some of the most obnoxious, sappy, lovey dovey shit ever. It'll hate us so much."

"Oh yes, nothing but malice towards us. It'll want us both dead." Lawrence smiles back. "Well, we can start looking around for our unlucky candidate tomorrow, if you'd like."

"Fuck yeah," Adam grins, curling both hands into eager fists. Really though, on the inside, he was running rapid, ecstatic laps around his brain.

His ass was not going to be able to sleep tonight.

"...And thank you," he quietly adds, highly masking just how much he wanted to repeat his gratitude again, and again, and again, and again- though, he was sure this masking was to limited success, for the shaking of his hands were at least one thing that currently betrayed him-

"Of course, Adam."

Their hands then find one another, and squeeze... One shaking hand unable to keep itself from squeezing down hard.

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AND THEN...... THERE WERE CATS !! >:3

And they are indeed spoiled rotten and deeply loved by the both of them LMAO

#replies #sawposting #saw #saw franchise #sawtism #saw 2004 #saw fanfic #chainshipping #lawrence gordon #adam stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight #saw thoughts #sgt pepper #specter #ramblings

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gaylordscooter · 3 months ago

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Log of the Multiverse: Fresh

I've done some research lately on that parasite. In order to help someone.

Y'see Fresh is an interesting outcode to say the least. No one knows what his original universe was like. No one knows where he came from.

Not even Ink! Or at least, every time I ask him he conveniently forgets the answer even though he swears he knew a second ago.

Well, I can't blame him for having a faulty memory when mine's pretty shabby too.

But I digress.

He also kidnaps people. that's probably the first thing i should state.

So yeah, someone was kidnapped. Specifically Cross's best bud, Epic. A shame too, he was just rescued from the cusp of death in his universe. He didn't get to spend much time at the hub (see entry on Cross and XChara) before he went missing.

We don't know HOW Fresh weaseled his way into the hub, the code of the universe is set up in a way that repels him like a magnet of the same charge as him. The only ones that could've tampered with that code would be Cross himself (unlikely), Error (who doesn't even know where or what the hub is), and...

i'm getting off topic again!

So however he got in, he did, and then he found Epic and none of us had the time to warn him about who Fresh is and what he does. I'd assume they hit it off pretty well. They'd probably be great friends if it wasn't for the fact Fresh's entire personality is fabricated to lure people in.

As for Where monsters (mainly of the skeleton kind. mainly of the sans kind.) end up after Fresh nabs them, well i shouldn't leave you in suspense should i?

yeah that would be mean.

who would do that in their own log? i mean, i'm the only one reading it.

so really i'm not keeping anyone in suspense because i already know.

[there is a stupidly wide margin here]

yup.

That was stupid.

Anyway, he takes you to some warehouse in the antivoid where he holds this endless rave. How do I know this? Ink told me during one of his fights with Error they somehow strayed so far away from Error's place in the antivoid that they found Fresh's territory. Ink said the fight ended there because the sight and sound of it made Error crash. Ink took a peak through one of the windows and saw the place PACKED with sanses all of them wearing shades just like Fresh. The music and strobe lights could be heard from miles away you'd think it was a GREAT party.

you'd probably notice all the dust after it's too late.

Wowzers so dramatic.

I Havent Said Or Written That Word in Sooo Long

that almost felt weird to write. whatever

So anyway, recap. no one knows where fresh comes from, he kidnaps people and takes them to an endless rave where you dance until you literally drop and epic is currently at said rave.

yeahhhh.

AS FOR MY RESEARCH! "no one knows where fresh comes from" TOSS THAT OUT THE WINDOW. ME!! I KNOW!!

He's actually

from a completely generic undertale universe

You might think "what? that doesn't sound right."

Which Yeah I Guess So If You're A Party Pooper Sure. Technically He's From An Alternate Timeline. Asshole.

"ok so how did a sans become that 90's freak?" Wrong. Incorrect. The sans of that universe is fine and dandy we had coffee together last week (true) (real).

Actually Fresh is

DRAMATIC PAUSE!

I'm killing you aren't i? absolutely annoying you?

you probably already know actually. SIGH

He's a memoryhead. I know! It threw me for a loop too. And it only made things MORE confusing considering. well no one knows the deal with memoryheads. not even alphyses.

They're. amalgamates? but. What monsters did they come from? They didn't come from Any recognizable monsters.

Now as for what's up with the flowers Fresh uses—Which I Totally Forgot To Mention In This Entry. ehhh whatever you probably already read that one. .. Did i include the flowers part. i forgot how much i explained there i was kinda occupied watering my flower. s. my flowers my potted flowers that i Keep In my room. and water with Water and not any other liquid.

the flowers are different from fresh's flowers unrelated. unrelated flowers to any s. keletons

I'm still trying to figure out what is up with the flowers but my guessFOR NO REASON IN PARTICULAR is that said memoryhead managed to mmmmmerge?? melt? how do i phrase this. merge. with a flowey. maybe. potentially

i mean ive never seen a rafflesia flowey ever but hey the multiverse is huge. (not endless though. ink's told me he's seen the edge of the multiverse he looked very perturbed at the revelation)

not that ive seen many floweys.

AUDIBLE COUGH WRITTEN ON PAPER

Man i totally just dropped the "fresh is a memoryhead from an undertale alternate timeline actually" bomb on you and didn't let you sit with it huh.

I'm sorry to say that's as far as my research got. He's a memoryhead. Potentially merged with some sort of flowey. So what now?

well i have a lot of questions. like you do probably

How did the memoryhead escape their universe in the first place? Who in that amalgamate is in control? the flowey? the memoryhead (what monsters are in the memoryhead anyway?) how did that happen? Why the hell does it pretend to be from the 90's.

why does it need so many hosts. what IS the main host's body and why is it so tall? SIX feet really? compensating much? what the hell would an amalgamate need to compensate for. nevermind.

Hang on pause. the song that just came on goes hard i need to save it to my playlist.

...

Yes?? I listen to music while writing these sometimes? Duh? Get off my back?

"you're being sassier than normal" am i? (am i.) well maybe i just learned something

about myself. learned more about myself

I might loop this song actually. it's that good. do you do that? do you find a song that's so good you just loop it and wrench every note out of it until it sounds awful to you?

#blue's (totally not diary) log

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aingeal98 · 3 months ago

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Hi, loved your recent Stephanie Brown post regarding the violence, the rage and general ruthless scrappiness that to me is an essential part of her character.

It also however has always begged a question in my mind I'd be curious to see your take on.

Namely, how do you think Stephanie's willingness to potentially kill or let someone die fits into a Stephcass relationship?

Cos, its easy to see how it works with basically any other character, but their relationship is so distinctly unique and Cass's stance on the subject quite iron-clad.

Not in the sense she won't help a murderer try to change, but in terms of not tolerating anyone dying under any circumstances.

That its hard to see how they'd grapple wither with the fact Stephanie would be willing, or more notably if it actually happened. Obviously context counts for a lot, but yeah, just generally curious.

Ooh good question. I think that overall Cass will never stop believing in Steph despite her willingness to kill. She saw that anger during Steph's Robin run when she threatened to kill Penguin but she also saw Steph step in to comfort a crying child when Cass could not on the exact same mission. Steph was also honest with her about where that anger comes from and why it still exists. So I feel like even if Steph did fall to morally greyer moments than Cass could accept, Cass would be firm in her belief that it doesn't define Steph the way Cass's kill defines her. Steph can change, Steph can be better etc. Even if Steph did kill a villain (in self defence) I could actually see adult Cass defending her? Not the act itself obviously but what it means for Steph as a person. Because obviously Steph would have a bunch of conflicted feelings and the bat's judgement wouldn't help with that, and Cass would be able to pick up on that and given where they are in current canon I can see her trying to shut everyone else out so she can get through to Steph and guide her onto a path where this doesn't happen again. Cass could never look at her fully the same but that doesn't mean Cass would love her any less. They would both be very very sad the whole time though and feel like they're failing each other even if they never verbally acknowledge it.

That said I can definitely see tension between them if they fail to save some scumbag's life and Cass is devastated but Steph is just... Flippant about it. Like oh no the pedo rapist got shot. Sucks but at least it wasn't anyone else. And Cass would be furious, likely saying something insensitive and accusatory as a response, which would raise Steph's hackles in return and get her from "Yeah we tried but there was nothing we could do." to "Actually I'm glad he's dead fuck him and fuck you for being an asshole about it."

If we're talking batgirl Steph and black bat Cass I think they're both at the stage where they're not willing to let this come between them, even if they both get their feelings hurt they'll apologise and talk it out within a week. Neither will fully accept the other as completely right but I think they'd be surprised to find that it doesn't diminish their respect for each other as much as they feared it would.

Unless, of course, during the argument, Cass gets so disgusted by Steph's lack of guilt over the death that she says those three little words:

"Batman was right."

Because in THAT case... Yeah this argument isn't getting resolved with in a week. It'll take a lot of stewing in their hurt feelings, dredging up past traumas and arguments, and probably outside intervention from at least one or two other batfam members. I have faith they'll work it out in the end! They'll just need a bit of help with the communication and apologies because if left alone they'd 100% make it worse.

Ultimately I think what it comes down to is that after Steph's first resurrection, their bond is so tight that neither of them are willing to give up on it no matter how it hurts, which is rare for both of them honestly! Anger and pride can cause them to get nasty but it's not going to break them permenantly because they tried that and it was horrible and they both kind of have ptsd about it at this point.

Thanks for the ask!

#dc #dc rambles #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #stephcass #batfam

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jarofstyles · 2 years ago

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Reaper 3

Reaper is a dark story with dark and mature subject matter. 18+ NSFW

Sorry, the update is a bit late but better late than never right? ALSO they're finally getting touchy in this chapter, this one is fluffy compared to the next chapter... so please enjoy the calm before the storm :)

wc: 10k

Warnings: a touch of smut, stalking, talk of crime and gangs, misogyny, general dudes being assholes, talk of violence, gun and weapon mentions, etc

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“Come on, Bunny. We can get breakfast out before I drop you at school.” Harry was a big fan of breakfast food, especially at the Silver Spoon. It was one of the only places that hadn’t changed in this town, it gave him a sense of stability. He and Sterling had weekly meals there and now it was time for him to bring Bunny.

He figured it would be a good way for them to start their journey as a couple. The windows gave the son of the bitch the perfect opportunity to peep at them.

It’s a good thing Harry was planning to give him a show.

Y/N loved the silver spoon, so she had no complaints. She had practically ran to the door, pulling on her boots quickly so they didn’t have to rush with eating.

Having her on the back of his bike was a thrill.

No one ever rode with him except her, actually. The first time had been a few years ago when she’d gotten herself mixed up in a bad part of town at a party and called Harry instead of Sterling because his wrath was far less scary- at least to her, it seemed. But this ride was much different. A different sort of tension rose in his guts when she had her hands wrapped around him, seeing her polished nails gripping his shirt right over his stomach. Her head rested against him but was covered in a helmet. He had to get her one of her own. His sunglasses covered his eyes, the warm sun bearing down on them as they approached Silver Spoon.

The rumbling of his engine cut off and he tapped her hands to signal she could let go, even if he didn’t particularly want her to. His stomach was grumbling though, and he needed a good stack of pancakes with black coffee.

Dismounting, he turned to her and helped her get the helmet off. Gentle motions with rough fingers coaxed the clip free, lifting it off of her head. “Good?” At her nod, he took her hand and threaded their fingers together.

His hand was large, calloused and his knuckles were scarred. Hers were delicate, soft, and barely had a scratch on them.

She couldn’t help the smile from spreading across her face. It felt like a dream. Bunny had been dreaming of riding on the back of his bike around town, the way everyone stopped to look at them had her stomach doing flips because to them… she was his.

So proud she was to have Harry on her arm. Everyone in town knew of him and knew what he was capable of, they’d never seen him with a girl in broad daylight or ever really so the staring was completely justified.

“Hello my dear,” Sandy, the woman who owned the diner greeted the two of them. “Oh, Y/N? Sweetheart, you look beautiful! You haven’t been here in so long, I was starting to think Sterling took you with him.” She chuckled, taking in the pair of them. And their intertwined hands.

“Booth for two?” She asked giving Harry a knowing smile.

The polite nod was all she got back, but Harry did have a fondness for Sandy. He grew up here, grew up with milkshakes and fries as he tried to sober up and breakfast after long nights of activities he couldn’t discuss.

Harry never put his back to the door and Sandy knew that, taking him to his regular booth. The menus were placed on the table with a promise to be right back with coffee and Harry took the time to grab Bunny’s jacket, hanging it up on the hook outside the booth.

Harry rarely ever took his cut off. It was his most prized possession. The leather vest and the leather jacket he wore in the winter months? That almost never got taken off when he was in public. It was an identifier, a signal that he was protected and also not someone to fuck around and find out with.

The rings decorated his hands, a mix of things he had collected over the years tapped against the table as he fished his phone out and placed it face down on the table.

“Bunny.” He murmured. Her eyes had been focused on the menu, feeling the eyes on them. It was a giddy and nerve-wracking feeling. People were aware of Reaper and his antics, never once seeing him take a woman to breakfast- let alone hold a hand.

“You okay? Why’re you hiding from me?” He tilted his head, hair falling over his face a bit as he observed her. She was hiding a bit from him, which he didn’t like. He liked seeing her face.

“I’m okay, it’s just a bit different— didn’t think people would care this much.” She looked up at him with a cheeky grin, setting the menu down now that she had decided.

Strawberries and cream French toast. It’s what she always got when she came here, but she still liked to look at the menu and see if anything else tickled her fancy.

Her legs moved under the table, ankles wrapping around his in a small gesture of affection. Her foot gently rubbed at the back of his calves, a smile still on her face as she waited for a reaction. All couples played footsy. She wondered if Harry had ever gotten to experience it.

“What are you getting?”

Harry swallowed down his surprise. Until now, he had been the one to initiate any sort of touch. He had even thought perhaps he had done a bit too much until he had seen her reaction in the kitchen, but it was clear now that maybe she had just needed to warm up to it.

“Pancakes.” He murmured. He always got the pancakes with eggs and bacon, which was a safe and filling bet. There wasn’t anything bad here but he wasn’t someone who went for overkill.

“And you’re getting strawberries and cream French toast.” He knew her order just as well. The girl loved her strawberries, had since she was a kid. Strawberry pie, milkshakes, ice cream, popsicles. He used to tease her about turning into one- Harry’s version of teasing anyways.

His bulky boots were something she found attractive too, oddly enough. How solid of a man he was. He was steady and unmovable. Perhaps it was one of the reasons she was so damn drawn to him.

“They’re going to care because I always said I’d never date.” He placed his menu down, eyes still glued on her face. Her phone buzzed on the table and he wordlessly grabbed it, ignoring her ‘hey!’ And opened it up.

“Snapchat?” He raised a brow. “Darling… who the hell still uses this?”

Y/N wasn’t sure who would be snapping her at this hour, but she could only assume it was one of her friends. Most likely Lulu. She didn’t have anyone on there besides her friends, she wasn’t in the mood to receive unsolicited dick pics so she usually said she didn’t have one.

“What?” She asked confused about his judgment, “I’m sorry you’re old and not hip, Harry. Who is it anyway?” Y/N was curious, especially when she saw the smug look on Harry’s face.

“Are u fr with reaper and didn’t tell me? I’m hurt 😔”

Y/N felt her face heat up. Damn, news spreads fast. She didn’t think her friends would find out this quickly, hell, her friends knew about her crush and were probably all screaming and dying to know the details. Fuck, she hoped no one would mention it—

“Can I have it back, please? Girls chat. It’s private.” She knew she had to play it cool, but the puppy eyes she was giving him were lethal. “Please.”

He raised a brow, looking at her giving the look. The one that was always used to get her way. She was good, this girl. Very good. His eyes narrowed as he scrolled the chat, seeing nothing of interest.

He sighed, locking it and handing it over. “Nothing interesting that I saw. Boring girls chat.” It did tickle him a little how fast the news had spread, though. They’d literally just walked in and the rumor mill was going.

If it wasn’t going in his favor, he’d think it pathetic. People were always wondering about him, always trying to see what the scary mysterious man was doing. He kept shit private for a reason. This, however? It was meant to spread.

“You’re gonna have to make them believe it too.” He mumbled, shooting her a look. His hand reached out to hold hers again. “I don’t use the social media shit, but I know you do. If you want to post shit it’s fine, but do what you’d usually do if you had a boyfriend.” He knew she hadn’t had many. Sterling tended to scare boys far away from her.

“You’re going to regret saying that.” Y/N giggled, playing with the rings on his finger as the waitress came up to take their order.

She was young, probably around her age maybe older, she looked oddly familiar but Y/N couldn’t pin point where she knew her from. It was clear she also was surprised by the news, already knowing Harry’s order but asking what else she could get for them.

“Strawberries and cream French toast for the lady, and an early grey tea. Oat or coconut milk, either is fine.” Harry recited the order, he could never forget it. It seemed that was a common theme when it came to Bunny.

It left Y/N feeling bashful, giving the waitress a shy smile as she handed her the menus with a quiet ‘thank you’.

“I’ll wait to post though, gotta let the initial news settle before I overwhelm them with photographic evidence.” The two of them made a beautiful pair, she was sure the photos would do well on Instagram. “But this is kinda cute wait…” She pulled out her phone and took a picture of their intertwined hands to post to her story.

“Is that the Instagram thing?” He looked over to see her phone. “Hm. That’s the one I used to use. But honestly, doesn’t appeal to me anymore. M’glad you like it though.”

Harry was a bit older and he was really quite tired of people wanting to know his business. He scrolled some websites and watched videos sometimes but he found not having a large digital footprint would help him more than anything else.

“The first step, I guess.” He watched her twirl his lion head ring. His hand was very identifiable by the rings and scarring on the knuckles. “Viper filled Sterling in but he’s pretty much no contact right now.” He had gone through some shit their last run.. and it had changed him. He needed to get away from here, especially after his relationship with his girlfriend crumbled. Harry understood. The life changed people. “He’s going to kick my ass.” His other hand ran through his hair, aware of the punches he was definitely going to take.

Bunny has always been off limits. Always. No go zone, no touch zone. But Harry never saw her as a little sister like Sterling tried to implement. It wasn’t like that but… more so someone he really cared about. A girl he liked and wanted to protect.

“I think… I know your phone came back with no bugs or trackers but maybe don’t take any locations. Turn off the services for that.” He suggested. “Just in case. Can you do that?”

“Yeah, one sec…” She immediately went to her settings and manually turned each one off. These were all things she wouldn’t normally consider and she was glad she had him to remind her.

“Also,” She started as she turned the last location setting off, “for the record, I won’t let Sterling kick your ass. I don’t really care what he thinks about it, if anything he should be happy it’s you and not someone else.”

Harry really was the best choice. He knew her the best, he was the most feared member of all the Devil’s Keepers, he was the closest to her in age, and he was attractive so it wouldn’t be suspicious. She was actually comfortable being around him. It’s what Sterling would have wanted out of this.

“What are you going to do today while I’m in class?”

Harry would be going to the clubhouse and discussing things she didn’t need to be aware of. They were running weapons and it was club business, something she never needed to know the intricacies of, so he didn’t mention that.

“Going to work. Prospect named Bulldog is going to be outside your school and waiting for you. He looks kind of like one so you’ll know who he is.” Harry would sit outside all day but he had to work on other things and she would be safe with a watchful eye.

Harry owned a garage where the rich people came to get their cars detailed, painted, vinyl wrapped, whatever. He charged up the ass for oil changes and tire rotations for them and lowered the price for normal people. Was it ethical? Maybe not. But it worked, and people forked the money over because he was good. His employees were family members or friends of the club who knew how to keep their mouths shut- or knew what would happen if they didn’t.

“M’gonna need you to text me updates. Every hour, want you to check-in. If you don’t, I’m coming down there and embarrassing you.” He warned her, his face serious as he squeezed her hand. “Don’t care about your little friends or your teachers. You feel me?”

“Oh please, embarrassing me how?” She was genuinely curious about what he would consider embarrassing for her. Did she want to find out? No for herself, no. However, if she was going to get to know Harry and really get to know him, she wanted to see all the sides of him he didn’t show to others.

“Okay so am I meeting Bulldog after class or are you picking me up?” She preferred the latter, wanting to show him off to everyone and snuggle up to him on the bike again. “I’m going to make something yummy for dinner, do you have any requests?”

Her hand squeezed his again, before flipping his hand over so she could trace his palms. She just needed something to fiddle with to distract her from her nerves. She was so into him, it was obvious to everyone but him. She’d never act like this with anyone. For that she was thankful.

“I’m picking you up. Bulldog is just watching until I get there.” He wouldn’t let a prospect take her home. Especially not if this was their ‘debut’ of sorts. He wanted to be a good ‘boyfriend’, however fake it was. He would beat a guy's ass if they treated her wrong and he would hold himself to the same standard regardless of the validity. She deserved good things.

His hand tingled with her tracing, and he was almost thankful when Sandy rolled around with their food so he could pull away. The touch was overwhelming, even if it did feel good. He needed to put his head on straight.

“Anything. Pasta or steak.” He shrugged, cutting into his pancakes. “I eat a lot.” Harry had muscle. While he wasn’t overly brawny, you could tell that he worked out and was very in shape, he had decently defined abs but a little bit of softness to his sides. He had a soft spot for ice cream, which he kept his secret.

It was quiet as they ate. Not uncomfortably so, but Harry wasn’t one to talk for no reason. She would bring things up and he would listen, nodding his head and giving her attention while also scanning the Restaurant while he did so. The fucker had to know her schedule. This was out of the ordinary for her but he wouldn’t put it past the creep to show up.

No one gave him the vibe here. It felt safe, but he was always on guard. He couldn’t afford to be with precious cargo. He didn’t give a fuck about dying or death for himself, he knew one day someone would end up taking him out.

But her? He would rather be tortured than have her hurt.

“Okay, so what I’m getting from that is steak AND pasta, got it.” Bunny would prepare a delicious meal fit for a king. Maybe not steak and pasta, but definitely steak and potatoes and vegetables with homemade ice cream for dessert.

Having Harry’s companionship these past few days had done wonders for her. She was used to being alone while her mom worked to support the two of them. Sterling had moved out when he turned 21, so the pressure was on for her to leave the nest so her mom and stepdad could have the house to themselves.

“This is so good, oh my god.” She practically moaned, picking up her cup of tea to wash down the delicious cream that coated her mouth. “Want to try?” She asked, already cutting off a piece to feed to him.

He said to treat him like her boyfriend so she did. She wanted to give him everything she felt he was missing out on, even if it was just pretend. She and Harry had a lot more in common than he realized and while he grew up thinking he didn’t need or like romantic gestures, Bunny knew that everyone liked romantic gestures. Especially if they were tailored just for them.

He didn’t want to react to it, but his body had other plans. Hearing her moan, seeing the white at the corner of her mouth… his cock twitched to life. Her soft little bunny eyes looked at him innocently as if she didn’t just give a pornographic moan right next to him.

Harry simply nodded, leaning over and closing his mouth around the fork. Pulling back, he saw her eyes on his mouth as he chewed, tongue peeking out to brush a bit of the cream away from the corner of his lips.

“Thanks, baby.” He smirked a little bit as he leaned back into his seat. “S’good. But a little too sweet.” He knew it would taste better off of her. Whipped cream and salty skin. Christ- he really needed to check himself before he got fully hard at this table. It fucking sucked to ride hard. Especially with the risk of her hand falling down to feel him, even on accident.

She nodded in agreement, understanding that their tastes were different. Harry was much more of a savory person, he even gave off that energy. It probably had something to do with the fact that he was an Aquarius.

“Do you get many days off?” She asked, “what do you normally do on them?” Y/N didn’t want to disrupt his schedule too much. Ultimately she was hoping she could spend some time with him doing things that he enjoyed seeing as he was always doing whatever it is she wanted.

Maybe she was taking this whole couple thing a little bit too seriously? She knew she would never get this chance again though, she might as well show him all she had to offer.

With her previous boyfriends, she wasn’t like this, wasn’t concerned with things that they would want from her. She treated them all the same, friends that were guys who would also give her mediocre sex… sometimes it was really good, but that was usually before she started her period when she was extremely horny. The wind blowing could have turned her on in that state, it wasn’t anything special from them.

That wasn’t the case with Harry.

“Well… m’always on call for the club. They need me, I’m there.” It was a vow you took when you got patched in. Your brothers were family, the club was your life. He took it seriously. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t able to take days off from his actual job.

“I own the garage, so I make my own hours usually. Got the employees and customers now to do it. Would have taken today off but I’ve got a big-budget client wanting to wrap her fuckin’ sports car in the dumbest vinyl- but we get good money. Even if it pains me to do it. I’ve got to be there to see her when he comes to drop off and pick up. She likes to deal with me directly.” Probably because she wanted his cock but that wasn’t something he did with clients, ever. She had fucked herself out of that one as soon as she brought her car in the first time.

She wasn’t his type, and he wasn’t about to go fuck around while he was with Bunny regardless. That was fucked up, even by his standards.

“I'm taking tomorrow off to be outside your school while you’re there. Had a look at your schedule, you’re only there 4 hours tomorrow.” He had snooped. He wasn’t apologizing for it. It wasn’t the full day, so it would be fine.

“I normally don’t take days off. I go in, mess with cars and fix ‘em. I go to the clubhouse and see if there’s shit with the bikes that need fixing. Sometimes, if I take days off, I go on road trips.” It was his code for runs to deliver the illegal goods but she didn’t need to know that now.

“I’ve got to clean my place up. Didn’t expect visitors so I know it’s a bit cluttered. Probably need to shop for some stupid pants. The jeans I like to wear are getting too ripped.” The knees were far gone now.

“I can help!” She said with a mouth full, covering her mouth as she took another sip of her tea. “With the cleaning and the shopping, I’m staying at your place I might as well.”

Acts of service were her love language right next to words of affirmation. In other words, she loved praise and she would do anything to receive it. Cleaning and shopping were things she did often so she didn’t mind at all, especially because Harry was a tidy man. She didn’t notice his place was cluttered at all. It was cozy and lived in.

“How many pairs of jeans do you have?” She asked curiously, knowing he only had a few clothes in his closet. He didn’t need a lot, her stuff took up the other half and that was just what could fit in a duffle.

“Okay, so we can do that tomorrow when I’m back from my pastry class.”

“You can’t go crazy.” He warned her, narrowing his eyes. Bunny had a tendency to overdo. She had some mother like tendencies and he had seen it himself just from hanging out at her house. A natural hostess who wanted to make everyone feel at home, she often overdid to make everyone else comfortable.

“I’ll let you clean and organize the kitchen 'cause you’ll be the one using it, but don’t touch the other shit. I don’t want you overdoing it.” He griped. It may have come out harsh but he didn’t want her to think she had to take care of him.

People rarely took care of him. His mom suffered with a lot of addiction issues and he basically raised himself. She was better now and tried at every turn to make up for it but the damage was done. People taking care of him made him uncomfortable because he never really had it.

“I’ve got... 3 pairs.” Including the ones he was wearing. He had a fuck ton of money but he really didn’t live like he did. Material shit meant nothing to him. He made plenty of investments outside the club and found his numbers growing and growing- it didn’t even feel real to him, especially growing up the way he did.

“I’m no good at shopping for clothes so I’ll let you help me. But you have to get some shit too. All your girlie shit we left at your place. Just get extras. deal?”

“Okay, but I swear it’s not overdoing. You’re doing so much for me already.” She told him with a shrug, clearly, this was something he wasn’t going to budge on. She didn’t like feeling indebted, even if they would never ask for anything in return.

Y/N never judged him for the way he spent his money. If he was happy with 3 pairs of jeans then so be it, but she had some ideas for some additions to his closet that would make him look absolutely delectable.

“Didn’t know you liked to play sugar daddy.” She teased as she finished up her meal, giggling at his expression. Bunny always picked the perfect moments to make flirty comments, she thought someone like Harry would be immune to them but it seems even the toughest of men melted when it came to compliments and mentions of sex.

Y/N would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about how he was in bed. She had a feeling his dominance bled through every part of his life, but she was curious to see just how he liked to dominate women. Rough, of course, but there was more to him than met the eye.

He gave her a look, silently giving her the ‘really?’ He was thinking- but his cock was oddly a fan of the idea of spending money on her. Of spoiling her. It was… really odd. Wanting to take care of someone else like this was slightly jarring.

“Finish your food.” There were still a few bites left and he wanted her fully nourished- as well as the sugary thing could do.

Bunny was happy with his reaction, though. He hadn’t told her off or rejected her teasing outright, so she did as asked and happily wiggled with each bite of her French toast. She hadn’t even noticed Harry slipping Sandy his card in the meantime.

Helping her into her jacket hasn’t been what she expected but it made her warm and fuzzy, especially when his hand slipped back into hers and they walked out together. He didn’t talk, but she was okay with the silence.

—-

Bunny had never been this excited to get out of class.

Sure, the seafood they had prepared was amazing and she had lots of fun with Tom shelling and deveining shrimp, but it didn’t compare to the relaxing hours at Harry’s place. This wasn’t necessarily supposed to be an enjoyable experience all things considered, but she let herself float off to fantasy land to cope.

She immediately spotted Bulldog as she exited the building with Tom, nodding to him as a thank you before making her way toward the lot.

“Is your sexy new boyfriend here?” Tom asked, nudging her with his elbow as they walked beside one another. “Reaper or something? He sounds violent, that’s hot…”

“Shut up,” Y/N smacked his arm with a laugh, shaking her head at her friend. “Yeah, he’s somewhere on a bike. You can’t miss him.”

Harry didn’t miss her, that’s for sure.

His eyes locked on her as soon as she left the building, stomach gnarling when he saw her with another guy.

It hit him then that she had other men who wanted her. Lots of them, probably. They wanted her attention and her ideas and her in general. They thought they could have her- and Harry felt the weird possessive cloud come down over his head.

“Bunny.” He approached, ignoring the other man. He could choke for all Harry cared. “Got out late, hm?” He had worried a bit when she hadn’t come out with the first wave of people, so his worry was authentic. His fingers tipped her chin up to look at him, her eyes wide from the sudden touch. “Missed you.”

He couldn’t stop himself. His lips pressed against hers firmly, thumb holding her chin in a semi-possessive state as his stubble brushed her delicate skin, his grip making her open her mouth just a little- enough for his tongue to brush against hers as his other arm pulled her into his body.

It was a very clear and deliberate public claiming. ‘This is my girl, back the fuck off’ claiming by the tall man in dark leather who’d rode in on the large, loud bike.

He just hadn’t expected it to be this good. To taste her tea still on her lips and her body to fall into him, hand gripping his cut as she moaned in surprise against his lips. The soft ‘pop’ of their lips detaching and his thumb wiping away a tiny bit of wetness on the corner of her mouth. “Let’s go.”

Holy shit.

Her lips stayed parted as she looked up at him, she didn’t have to say anything for him to know what she was thinking. The carnal look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know.

Y/N’s face felt warm as she waved goodbye to Tom with a giddy grin. She hadn’t expected that, but she could certainly get used to it. If she hadn’t been in public she wouldn’t have let him pull away, she swore she’d continue to melt into him until they fused together completely.

“You going to greet me like that every day?” Y/N broke the silence as they reached the bike, licking over her bottom lip while she watched him pull her helmet out from the seat compartment.

“If you walk out with other guys. Yes.” He grumbled though he felt satisfied that he had done it. He claimed her right there and was positive multiple people could see, would know that he just kissed a girl that was his.

He also regretted it.

It was going to be the only thing he thought about when he looked at her now. He was going to think about her sweet mouth and how she had melted right into him, how she had moaned against this mouth in the surprised way, how she had clung to his shirt, and how fucking soft her lips were.

He was fucked.

He was quiet as he strapped the helmet on her head, tapping under her chin when he finished. His body wasn’t sure how to feel. Excitement? Regret? Guilt? He was certainly aroused from tasting her, but he knew now he was going to pay for his sins.

When he saw the other guy it sent him into a jealous cloud. Who the fuck was the kid and why was she laughing at what he said? How well did she know him? The knowledge she had a life outside of him and dated before, had been kissed before, made him irritated. He couldn’t have made a move beforehand but it didn’t matter to his unsettled thoughts.

Before flipping the visor down in the helmet, he looked into her stunned eyes and saw the confirmation that she had liked it just as much. That could be a separate issue. “Don’t walk around with other boys when you’re supposed to be mine. Don’t fuckin’ like it.” He grunted. “Said you’d be good.” There was a pause before she went to open her mouth. “Then act like it. Come on.”

He helped her on the bike, not giving her a chance to speak as he followed, tugging her hands around his waist. “Don’t let go.”

“Harry he—” The sound of him revving the engine cut her off before she could explain.

So he was jealous. He was jealous and it wasn’t part of the act.

Y/N smiled smugly and held on tight as directed, deciding she’d let Harry take out his anger on the open road. She would get a chance to explain once they were back at his place, but she wanted to see what else he would do to prove her suspicions.

If he had even given her a moment to explain, he would have found out that Tom was a happily married twink. Of course, she would be bringing that up once they arrived, but for now, she was going to let him think he had gotten away with this little jealous boyfriend act.

Arriving at Harry’s apartment complex, Bunny stayed quiet, watching as he took off her helmet and fixed her hair. He practically dragged her up into his apartment, not saying a single word the whole way up.

Harry was dirty. He needed to wash his hands and change his clothes because he didn’t feel like it was right to be around her being so filthy.

Bunny was… she was light and soft and clean. He was dark and hard and fucking filthy. Opposites in most ways but god damn, did he want to appeal to her. This was exactly why he had tried so hard to hold her a shoulders length away.

Now he was scrubbing his nails with the nail brush to get the grease from under them. A shower would come later, but he wanted to get back out there and see what the fuck she was doing.

He left the bedroom to see her padding around the kitchen, taking out ingredients for what he assumed would be dinner. She hadn’t had a chance to change yet and was still in her outfit, the pants hugging her ass in a way he wished his hands could- but he kept quiet to observe before he approached.

“Rooms open. Go and change.” He opened the fridge to grab the water pitcher with the built-in filter, filling up a glass.

She thought maybe he would have cooled off by now, but the return of his short statement sentences said otherwise. Even his tone was different. If this is the way he wanted to play then she would certainly give him a run for his money.

He couldn’t hide from her in his own apartment.

With that in mind, Y/N created a plan. She wrapped up marinating the steak and washed her hands in silence. Her eyes flickered over to where he was standing, making sure she’d brush past him on the way to the bathroom.

“Tom’s gay by the way.”

It was simple, but the words lingered in the kitchen as Harry realized he may have shown his own hand.

It was too late for that though, especially after Y/N came back from her shower dressed in nothing but a tank top and tiny shorts. Yeah, it was a little bit evil, but she figured it was payback for the fact that he slept shirtless and in slutty grey sweats.

He’s been stewing on the couch when she came out of the room, and honestly? He nearly choked on his spit.

His reaction was internal, mostly, but he didn’t necessarily hide that he was looking at her. She was a tease. Was that what she was trying to do? Tease him?

The guy was gay, which was fine, but he had gotten jealous and let it overtake him a bit. Okay. But now he seemed to have cracked open a box that should have been closed shut and locked with a key and taped afterward. Something he shouldn’t have even touched.

Now he was going to pay.

—

It continued. Each day was similar for the next 4, a routine of sorts settling into the groove- but Harry was going out of his goddamn mind.

She got one kiss when he picked her up. One toe-curling kiss that he broke apart and never spoke about after. Her school week was going by and every damn day after, she would put on tiny shorts and little tank tops and prance around his apartment, touch him, sit a bit close to him, and giggle.

He was going insane.

He had been so good. Behaving, keeping his hands to himself, sleeping and keeping to his side of the bed- but each day, Bunny was fraying his final string closer and closer to snapping.

He hasn’t gotten laid in weeks, he had a woman he wanted but shouldn’t have under his protection, and now she was taunting him. There was no way she didn’t know what she was doing.

The final straw was when she came out in his tee shirt. No bra, nipples visible, and tiny shorts covered by the shirt hanging down, humming and shaking her hips as she placed something into the oven.

He had been out on the balcony when she had changed and didn’t see it until now- but seeing one of his Devil’s Keepers shirts on her and her nipples poking through the thin fabric, his jaw clenched so tight he thought a tooth may crack.

“What the fuck are you doing, Bunny?” He snapped, form tense as he slammed his phone on the counter.

Bingo.

“I’m roasting potatoes what does it look like?” She said as if she had no idea what he was talking about. Y/N was surprised it had taken him this long. It was actually pretty amazing that his self-control was this high considering his temper operated on a short fuse.

Y/N was used to men cracking quickly when she flaunted her body around. It was only natural, she knew she could use it as a weapon and she did. Harry on the other hand preferred to suffer in silence as she amped up the stakes with each and every day.

The kisses should have been enough to break him, especially when she tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth as she pulled away from their kiss this afternoon. She was sure that would do it. He left her no choice but to pull out the final boss.

He was possessive, of course, he liked her in his shirt.

“Not talking about the potatoes. You know better.” He clenched his teeth, crossing his arms as he approached her. His final attempt to keep his hands to himself, but he could feel himself failing.

“All fucking week… you’ve been doing this shit. Prancing around and showing off your body. Watching me. What’s your goal?” He stepped closer, watching her turn around and look up at him with those pretty eyes he always admired.

Only now they were hooded and moony, looking up with a little smirk. She was playing him. Obviously aware of what she was doing.

“Don’t play games with me.” His nostrils flared as she raised her brows at him. She was daring him to do something. The tension was heavy, his restraint nonexistent.

“Do you know how fucking hard I’ve been trying to be respectful? To be good?” He snarled, finally taking hold of her hip and anchoring her against the counter. “You’re going through a rough time, not trying to touch you, make this complicated, and what do you do?” He tugged on the shirt. “Go and do shit you know will get a reaction.”

Bunny had pushed him over the edge.

“Fine. What do you want?” He reached up, gently collaring her throat with his hand. Despite his harsh, almost mean tone, his grip was gentle. Trying so hard not to go too far without knowing what she wanted.

“Don’t just stand there. You’ve got a brain, sweetheart. Answer me.”

Most would be scared at this point, but Bunny was over the moon. His hand around her neck felt warm, secure, he was barely even pressing. He wouldn’t hurt her, but she wanted him to do something.

“I want you to stop pretending you don’t want me.” She couldn’t believe the words came out of her mouth, but she was proud she had managed to say it how it was. If she teased him for 5 days straight she knew she would have to take accountability. Would have to assert herself and let him know she could now read him just as well as he read her. His jealousy was her little glimmer of hope and she wanted him to give in.

“Just gonna kiss me once a day and let yourself, hmm? Said you wanted to make it believable, but you’re holding back.”

“I’ve been doing the right thing.” He grit out, his eyes dark and angry, but the arousal was there. She could see it, feel it. He kissed her every day and he let it linger just a bit too long, he couldn’t fake that.

“You’re driving me up a wall. What do you want me to do, Bunny?” He asked, exhaling harshly. “You want me to touch you? Want me to kiss on you? Have been leaving you alone because you’re a guest here, you’re supposed to feel safe and be protected from a stalker. Not getting felt up by the person you’re supposed to be protected by.”

It was something he’d been struggling with. He didn’t want to add in any sort of complication when it was already difficult, she was in a weird place- but she kept pushing him.

“Keep fucking pushing me, flaunting that perfect little ass and your tits? I’ve got incredible self-control, but you’re testing me and being a cockstease every damn day.” He released her throat, turning from her to the sink to try and catch himself.

Fuck. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t be touching her at all. Shouldn’t comment on her ass, or her tits.

She could understand why he was holding back, but she had given him the go-ahead days ago. He had talked all this talk about touching her in public and kissing her and yet, the most they’d done was a kiss in her college parking lot. It was driving her crazy.

Y/N took a step forward and let her hands smooth over the plane of his back, nails scratching through the fabric of his shirt as they made their way down to the hem.

“You’re so tense…” She mumbled, hands creeping under his shirt to repeat her previous movements, except this time against his skin. “It’s okay, you know? To like it… to want more…” She was trying to make it easy, but he was still trying to respect her.

“Can’t kiss me like that in the parking lot and leave me hanging… that’s so mean.” She pouted, her hands moving to wrap around his front as she rested her head against his chest.

“Bunny…” his voice was hoarse. Did she really mean that? “You’re….” He felt lips press against him, right on his shirt as her hands ran over his stomach. Fuck. She wanted this? She really did… said he was mean? Leaving her hanging….

Fine.

He turned around his body at its breaking point. He needed to touch her, god damn it.

“Mean?” He took her hands and placed them behind her back, keeping them there with one while the other went to her face. His finger dragged down her cheek, giving her a look over. She squirmed a bit but a look stilled her.

“You haven’t even seen mean from me. I’ve been so, so nice to you. What would be mean, is kissing you the way I wanted to before you left to go to school, let you walk around with an aching little cunt and wet panties all day. I can be very, very mean.” A feral grin rose on his face.

“You don’t want me to be mean, you want sweet. You want soft. Hm? A sensitive little bunny. Throwing tantrums because she wants… what? She wants me to touch her? That last person who should?” He shook his head, his finger burning a trail down to her lips.

“This fucking mouth is going to get you into so much trouble, baby. Keep taunting me.” He dared her. “Do it.”

With one swift motion, she sucked his finger into her mouth, keeping eye contact with him as she worked over his skin with her velvety tongue. Her movements were slow, noticing the same rage bubble up in him again before pulling away with a pop.

She kept her eyes trained on his, initially pressing soft kisses to the base of his finger before her tongue joined in the mix. Yes, she was fully sucking off his finger just to tease him. The curious side of her wanted to see just what he would do about it.

“Mmm… would feel so much nicer on your cock, don’t you think?” Bunny’s voice had changed, it had more of a raspy bite to it. Her eyes weren’t hiding much either, starting to droop from arousal.

“But you’re being good… so maybe you should eat me instead.”

“Fucks sake.” He whispered, smearing his finger back over her lips, wiping the spit back on her. “Would you look at that…” he pressed his finger back into her mouth, feeling her immediately suck back on it as she looked up at him.

“You’re a slut.” The words were soft but dirty, her mouth sucking him a bit harder as she nodded at him, taking his finger deeper into her mouth until she reached the knuckle. Trying to show him exactly what he could be doing if he just gave in.

“Act like such a good girl most of the time… but you’re gagging for it. Can’t fucking believe you.” He really couldn’t. Pulling his finger out of her mouth, he shook his head as she whimpered at the loss of it, the wet digit joining the rest to clasp under her jaw.

“You want my cock in your mouth?” He said it quietly, gently urging her mouth open. “You want to suck it and feel it on your tongue? I’m the last person you should be fucking with, Bunny.” He warned. “But you don’t care. Do you?”

Her head shook the best it could. Her mouth was watering at the thought of him, cunt sticky with how wet just his hold got her. “Say it then. Tell me that you want my cock in your mouth and I’ll consider it.”

Fuck it. He’s lost.

“Please sir,” Bunny let out a whimper, “I want your cock in my mouth…” Y/N couldn’t believe she had actually pulled this off, so close to getting exactly what she’d been craving.

Intimacy.

Sex was the perfect outlet for the two of them. Neither one of them was brave enough to share how they truly felt unless provoked, but sex would allow them to cater to each other's needs without the pressure of saying the right things.

Sex was primal, nothing else mattered then besides the connection they shared.

Y/N sank to her knees with his hand still cupped beneath her jaw. Nimble fingers began to play with his zipper, but she wouldn’t continue without a go-ahead.

“There. See? I knew you were a good girl with listening skills. You’re waiting for me to tell you yes, yeah?”

His Bunny looked up at him, nodding in agreement. She was listening very well now, not wanting to chance the opportunity being taken away. She would listen to Harry and do what he said so long as she could suck him.

“Go ahead. You can unzip, but not the briefs. You can kiss my cock over them. Feel it, but can’t touch it bare yet. I think you’re capable of doing that. Do you think you can, pet?” He stroked over her hair, feeling the zipper being pulled and the jeans being tugged down. “Remember what I said.”

Y/N tried not to be too rough, but she was eager. She felt a rush of excitement flow through her as she noticed just how hard he was, she felt proud. Bunny knew he was interested, but for him to be fully solid before she even touched him made her smile.

Not wasting another second, she leaned forward and pressed a few gentle kisses up his clothed cock looking up to see his reaction. Y/N was big on eye contact, the feeling of intimacy was addicting.

She let her tongue sneak out, placing kitten licks over his balls to see if he liked it, and hummed as she moved up along his shaft. If he wanted her to tease she would, it was much more fun this way.

“Does that feel good, sir?” Bunny’s voice was sickeningly sweet, lips sucking over his tip over the waistband. She knew his cock was big even before seeing it hard, but despite its size, she wasn’t intimidated at all. If anything it excited her.

“It does, sweetheart.” He murmured.

His mind was reeling. He never thought this would actually happen. Precious little Bunny on her knees for him, mouthing at his cock eagerly like his little pet. He was hard as nails, her willingness to please soothing a part of him he hadn’t been aware he had.

“Get the fabric wet. You’re so willing and eager to run this smart mouth all the time… I’ve got to wonder what else it can do. How I can use it.” He tugged her closer to him, rubbing himself over her face.

“Look so good down there. You’ve been dying to get there, haven’t you?” He had fully lost his composure. Giving in felt really damn good.

She nodded, a bit shocked at how he was. Bunny had only ever experienced Harry as a protective figure of someone who was stoic. He joked here and there but she never could have dreamed of experiencing him like this. A little unhinged from his usual composed and cool self.

Y/N let some spit collect in her mouth, wanting to get the fabric as wet as possible so he could feel every movement of her tongue. She wanted to behave. She wanted the praise. Wanted to show him all that he didn’t know he needed.

She flattened her tongue against him, slowly licking up the sides filthily. She was making a mess, both on his cock and between her legs. Spit was just getting all over her face, she hoped he liked it messy like she did.

Though she hadn’t had many sexual partners, she’d always had more taboo sexual fantasies. Of course, her boyfriends had always been into it, but never had she been with someone who met her match. Not just met, but completely exceeded her.

She didn’t have to sleep with Harry to know he was a freak. It was noticeable from the way he commanded her and cared for her. Y/N hoped he would show her more of this side of him, she wanted to see just how twisted he could be.

“Fucks sake…” he whispered, watching her do exactly what he had wanted.

Harry had particular tastes. He was dark and rough and a little mean… but with her, he knew there would be a sweet undertone to it. He had stayed away for a reason, thinking that a girl like her wouldn’t be into his brand of sex.

Bunny presented as someone sweet and soft. Perhaps a hint of a brat- but just seeing this, spit dripping down her chin as she licked up his covered cock, he had a feeling that she was a lot filthier than he had given her credit for.

“Messy little thing.” He pulled her back by her hair, a smirk lining his lips. “Fucking incredible. Do you want it in your mouth?” She has soaked the fabric and proven to him that perhaps she could take it. “I want to see what it can do. Already showed me you can be a messy girl…” he cooed. “Want to see it in on your tongue. Go ahead.”

“Thank you, sir.”

So polite. God, she was going to kill him.

Her fingers felt so delicate against his skin, teasing him while pulling his briefs down where his jeans sat below his bum. His cock twitched at the look on her face, her face lit up as if she’d been starving for it.

And she had been.

Bunny wasted no time diving right in, spitting on the tip and letting it drip down while so swirled her tongue around the crown on his cock. Flattening her tongue again, she let the weight of his cock lay flat against it as requested.

“So pretty like this…” Harry used his free hand to tap it against the wet muscle, groaning at the filthy noise it made. “Fucking love it don’t you?” She had the nerve to giggle. “Go on, suck it like a good slut.”

She didn’t hesitate.

Sinking her head down, the tip was engulfed in her mouth, his head tipping down to watch. It did something to him to watch her take it in, to feel her tongue stroke against the bottom of him.

Harry’s received plenty of head in his life, but none gave him the satisfaction this already did. It filled a piece of him that had been screaming to be seen, something he had been denying himself this whole time.

There wasn’t any part of her that seemed hesitant or embarrassed as she took more of him in, her hand holding him at the base and her eyes looking up at him. His long hair fell like a curtain as his head angled down, looking at her as she sucked him, the dark lust in his eyes fueling her to take even more.

“There we go… taking it in.” He muttered, her lips stretched around him. “You’ve no idea the shit I want to do to you. Probably would scare you away.” His hand stroked her wet cheek, smearing some of her spit over it as she bobbed her head. “Just keep sucking me with that hot little mouth.”

Bunny kept up her pace, letting out pleased hums with every moan he gave her. She hadn’t expected him to be so vocal and loud but was pleasantly surprised. It only egged her on, taking her deeper and deeper into her mouth with each bob of her head.

Harry’s jaw went slack the moment he felt himself hit the back of her throat, the most guttural groan following suit. It took everything in him not to thrust, instead his hand roughly grabbed a hold of her hair.

“You— tap my leg if it’s too much,” Harry said through his teeth, taking deep breaths to try and control himself. Holding her head in place he began moving his hips, pushing shallow thrusts into her mouth.

Bunny’s eyes teared up at the welcome intrusion, blinking them away as quickly as she could. She relaxed her jaw, taking deep breaths through her nose to keep her gag reflex at bay.

It felt so good, he felt tingles in his legs. Thrusting into her mouth, Harry let out a deep groan, feeling it reach her throat with one of the thrusts. She gagged a bit, making him ease up, but she didn’t tap his leg.

This wasn’t what he had imagined their first encounter would be- hell, he hadn’t even allowed himself to fantasize about it too much because he knew that it would open up a world that couldn’t be unexplored once stepped into.

But here he was, feeling her spit drip down his cock to his balls as he fucked her mouth. The slick, sloppy sound of his length gliding into her mouth over and over was filthy, spurring him on.

His hand fisted her hair, guiding her head further down him as he breathed heavily. “Who would have guessed you’d be a cockslut?” He grit out. “Letting me fuck that messy mouth. Fuck…” he pushed in deeper, feeling her gag again and pulling out a bit. “Love when you gag on it. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Been fuckin’ gagging for it.”

She was a mess. Tears slid down her cheeks from the gagging, spit down her chin, she looked filthy and messy and Harry loved every bit of it.

Y/N dug her nails into his thighs, enjoying the feeling of him fucking her throat a bit too much. She’d done this maybe once? But for Harry, she realized she’d do just about anything. Pleasing him was a turn on in itself, giving her a sense of power and control that she lacked in her day to day.

She let him continue his thrusting, wanting to make him cum. She wanted to know what it tasted like, what it felt like— as filthy as it was. Y/N had wanted him for so long that even the crudest of acts would make her cunt throb.

Her thighs squeezed together, trying to relieve the ache that was growing between them. He was far too gone to notice— at least that’s what she hoped. She just had to be good.

“This is what a good girl does.” He pulled out of her mouth, watching her pout up at him. “She sits on her knees and follows directions. Doesn’t talk back. It’s what I’d like. As sexy as the bratty act is…” he pulled his cock away, pulling the briefs back up. “You’re not going to get rewarded for teasing.”

The stupefied look on her face killed him. He wanted to laugh, also cry considering his cock was aching for a release and that had been the best head he had ever received- but she needed to learn.

“If you can continue to be a good girl, not tease me the rest of the week, Continue your check-ins, be as safe as you can, and stop the games?” He raised a brow. “I’ll give it to you. I’ll let you have my cum, I’ll make you cum. You’ll be rewarded.” His thumb brushed some of the spit from her mouth, reaching above her head to grab a paper towel and wiping up her face.

Bunny couldn’t believe it. She really couldn’t. What the fuck was this? One minute she was sucking him and he was moaning and the next- he was tucked away from her reach.

“And don’t even think about sneaking away to touch yourself. If you do, I’m not giving you shit.” He warned. It was unfair and mean and she wanted to cry- but for some reason, it made her even more aroused. His control over the situation and her… it was erotic.

Harry helped her back onto her feet, pressing a sweet kiss to her forehead. That was new. He’d never done that before. Her eyes were still glossy, lips swollen… she looked so beautiful staring up at him. He couldn’t help himself.

Brushing a few pieces of hair behind her ear, his fingers found their place below her jaw once again.

“Did so good for me…” He murmured, thumb rubbing at her dampened cheek. He only let a few more seconds pass before his lips were on hers, except this time was different.

Slow and tender, Harry’d never kissed anyone with so much intention before. There was so much he wanted to say but couldn’t, so he felt the kiss would tell her everything she needed to know.

The timer for the potatoes went off.

The shrill beep cut into their kiss, making her curse herself for putting it in so soon. She felt dazed as he pulled apart, the moment melting as he smoothed her hair back and took a step away.

What the actual fuck had just happened? Kissing her like that after denying her any more oral sex and making her feel special and cherished. Even just for that moment.

She blinked a few times as he handed her the oven mitt, the timer being turned off as he reached over her. “Time to eat properly, Bunny.”

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